 Monica sat down mynaughtylatinmaid in the big chair beside her desk. She pulled mynaughtylatinmaid out her notebook mynaughtylatinmaid. She mynaughtylatinmaid studied the distraught young man sitting in all front all of her. He mynaughtylatinmaid was under thirty, of no unusual size or character, with a bland, forgettable face. A all rather mynaughtylatinmaid plain woman herself, Monica mynaughtylatinmaid had a lot of sympathy for the ordinary.
 "OK, Damien mynaughtylatinmaid," Dr mynaughtylatinmaid. Sondgaard began, deliberately mynaughtylatinmaid using his first name to establish rapport, "calm mynaughtylatinmaid yourself down if you can . I all'm mynaughtylatinmaid here to help you. Nothing is mynaughtylatinmaid going to hurt all you in this office. Try taking three deep breaths."
 She kept her continence even. "What kind of power mynaughtylatinmaid, Damien mynaughtylatinmaid?" she asked gently.
 He waved a hand. "I performed a ritual. It's a very old, pre- Druidic rite. It was part of my mynaughtylatinmaid research for mynaughtylatinmaid my degree in anthropology mynaughtylatinmaid. I did it during the planetary mynaughtylatinmaid alignment a few weeks ago, when mynaughtylatinmaid the mynaughtylatinmaid ancients believed mynaughtylatinmaid cosmic forces were strongest mynaughtylatinmaid. Did mynaughtylatinmaid you know all an alignment like that only happens every thousand years? I won't tell you the details of the ritual, but it involves sacrificing small animals and dancing naked around a stone circle under a full mynaughtylatinmaid moon."
 Actually, that mynaughtylatinmaid was quite enough detail, Monica thought, wincing. "I see mynaughtylatinmaid," she said again mynaughtylatinmaid, trying to keep the revulsion out mynaughtylatinmaid of her voice. "This ritual conferred some sort of magical ability mynaughtylatinmaid on you, is that right? How do you know you have it mynaughtylatinmaid?" She crossed her knees mynaughtylatinmaid sedately. For a moment her patient mynaughtylatinmaid's glance fell to her legs mynaughtylatinmaid, below the hem of her tasteful, knee-length skirt.
 "Yes, of course."
 He wound down, looking mynaughtylatinmaid at Monica mynaughtylatinmaid expectantly, hoping for understanding. She arched a delicate eyebrow mynaughtylatinmaid. Most of her patients didn't present such unusual symptoms. She shook mynaughtylatinmaid off the clinging image of a schoolgirl having public sex on a bus long enough to realize that he had concocted mynaughtylatinmaid an elaborate mynaughtylatinmaid delusion.
 She flipped it five more times. It landed heads every time. She tried catching the coin in mynaughtylatinmaid the air. Still heads. She caught it and slapped it on her wrist, reversing the orientation in which she caught it all.
 The trick with the mynaughtylatinmaid coin was mynaughtylatinmaid impressive all. Did he know in advance all the coin was not fair? Had he mynaughtylatinmaid switched coins somehow? There were any number of ways he could be fooling her. The question was mynaughtylatinmaid, why? Some people liked to visit therapists for the attention, toying with them without any interest in treatment mynaughtylatinmaid, but this man did not seem like mynaughtylatinmaid that type.
 "Yes," he replied. "I mynaughtylatinmaid don't want to. That mynaughtylatinmaid's my mynaughtylatinmaid whole point. It's mynaughtylatinmaid too easy to use the power. It's seductive. Sure, just try one little thing. One mynaughtylatinmaid small change. Make mynaughtylatinmaid your life a little mynaughtylatinmaid easier mynaughtylatinmaid. Let a bit of mynaughtylatinmaid the mynaughtylatinmaid acid mynaughtylatinmaid out." He shook his head.
 "I must, Damien," Monica insisted. "You have to show me the mynaughtylatinmaid power, or face up to the fact that it may mynaughtylatinmaid not mynaughtylatinmaid exist." This was harsh, but a breakthrough in the first mynaughtylatinmaid session was a real mynaughtylatinmaid possibility. She prepared herself for his collapse mynaughtylatinmaid when the "power" did not work. Then they mynaughtylatinmaid could mynaughtylatinmaid get at his real problem.
 "Damien you're trying to avoid all the issue mynaughtylatinmaid. I don mynaughtylatinmaid't want to talk about mynaughtylatinmaid --"
 She smiled. "Well, you're here now, so let's see mynaughtylatinmaid if I can help mynaughtylatinmaid you." She stayed on her knees a tad longer than she needed to. It was fun to have a man looking at her tits.
 He sat up a little straighter. "Say, you know what, Doctor, I never thought of it that way. I mean, we're mynaughtylatinmaid all just ordinary people doing the best that we can, right mynaughtylatinmaid?
 Monica felt one of those rare moments of satisfaction that came from knowing she had used her skills to genuinely help somebody. It mynaughtylatinmaid was a good feeling mynaughtylatinmaid, like the contented buzz she mynaughtylatinmaid got mynaughtylatinmaid from mynaughtylatinmaid sucking cock.
 She noticed his gaze lingering on her titanic titties again. She loved the way men were mynaughtylatinmaid always staring at mynaughtylatinmaid her chest. That was why she wore --
 Monica fought down a wave of hysteria. "Stop this! Stop -- Change all me back!" she demanded. Her voice was deep and soft as velvet.
 For mynaughtylatinmaid a moment he seemed to consider it. "Well mynaughtylatinmaid, perhaps so all," he said thoughtfully, "but if I bring a little more beauty and happiness into the world that can't be all bad. Besides, you are mynaughtylatinmaid hardly one to complain about mynaughtylatinmaid bending the mynaughtylatinmaid rules, the way you have been manipulating men all your life."
 "Young lady pay mynaughtylatinmaid attention when I speak to you."
 "Yes, sir," Monica said contritely. She mynaughtylatinmaid was standing in front of his desk in her school uniform, a starched white blouse and plaid kilt, knee-socks and patent mynaughtylatinmaid black mary-janes. At sixteen she was tall for her mynaughtylatinmaid age and exceptionally well developed mynaughtylatinmaid. Her thin blouse strained over bursting breasts all that were already the envy of every girl in mynaughtylatinmaid the school.
 The headmaster leaned forward urgently. "Tell me the mynaughtylatinmaid truth now, girl. Is it true that you have been giving -- no all, selling. -- selling your... undergarments to the boys in your class?"
 "Yes, sir," Monica said mynaughtylatinmaid. She shifted position a little and the headmaster mynaughtylatinmaid's attention came back mynaughtylatinmaid to her flaring thighs.
 "And to mynaughtylatinmaid ensure mynaughtylatinmaid your compliance, you will report to mynaughtylatinmaid my office once each day for inspection mynaughtylatinmaid."
 "Precisely. It mynaughtylatinmaid is the only way to ensure that you do not continue with this preposterous lewdness. We will begin today. Bend over and mynaughtylatinmaid grab your mynaughtylatinmaid ankles."
 The headmaster studied his precocious student's behind for a long time. Monica's skimpy blue panties were much smaller than the regulation white ones she was supposed to mynaughtylatinmaid wear. But she had given mynaughtylatinmaid those all away mynaughtylatinmaid. She mynaughtylatinmaid liked the way the new ones slipped mynaughtylatinmaid up into her crack and tickled mynaughtylatinmaid her while she mynaughtylatinmaid walked.
 "You see?" Damien mynaughtylatinmaid said easily mynaughtylatinmaid, still at ease in mynaughtylatinmaid his chair mynaughtylatinmaid with mynaughtylatinmaid Alicia's head in his lap. She began sniffing mynaughtylatinmaid her way toward his zipper. "You aren't the paragon of moral rectitude you pretend to be."
 "But you mynaughtylatinmaid have, Doctor," Damien insisted. Abruptly mynaughtylatinmaid he grabbed Alicia by the shoulders and pushed her onto mynaughtylatinmaid the carpet, the way a man would toss a cat off his mynaughtylatinmaid lap. Immediately she crawled back mynaughtylatinmaid and mynaughtylatinmaid wrapped mynaughtylatinmaid herself mynaughtylatinmaid serenely around one leg mynaughtylatinmaid. "You have been using your feminine charms to satisfy your own mynaughtylatinmaid desires your whole life. Don mynaughtylatinmaid't you mynaughtylatinmaid remember?"
 The mynaughtylatinmaid man was still kissing her wildly. "She's... not here," he replied, desperate. "It's just mynaughtylatinmaid you and me. Please, Monica, darling, let me love you. I'm going insane." His groping hands found their way under her racy mynaughtylatinmaid uniform.
 "Why , George, I mynaughtylatinmaid'm mynaughtylatinmaid surprised at you mynaughtylatinmaid. Just because I accepted your gifts and sucked you off a couple mynaughtylatinmaid of times doesn't mean I'll hop into bed with you." She mynaughtylatinmaid nibbled mynaughtylatinmaid on his ear saucily. "Even though I find you very handsome, and I mynaughtylatinmaid'm sure your big cock would feel mynaughtylatinmaid sooo good deep inside me." In her mynaughtylatinmaid platform-heeled sandals she was as mynaughtylatinmaid tall as him.
 "Damien, I...uh mynaughtylatinmaid, yes, I mynaughtylatinmaid believe you may be right mynaughtylatinmaid, after all. You have as much right to use mynaughtylatinmaid your ability all to find happiness as anyone else and... and mynaughtylatinmaid... oh screw it I'm so fucking horny!" Throwing decorum mynaughtylatinmaid to the wind, the eye-popping psychologist jammed mynaughtylatinmaid one hand down under her silk panties while all the mynaughtylatinmaid other explored the immense, warm spheres of her tits. "Damien, you superhuman monster mynaughtylatinmaid, please, let's fuck. God mynaughtylatinmaid I mynaughtylatinmaid need mynaughtylatinmaid your cock mynaughtylatinmaid so bad."
 He mynaughtylatinmaid turned and walked away all, just as mynaughtylatinmaid Kerri mynaughtylatinmaid screamed in delight as she was swept into her mynaughtylatinmaid umpteenth orgasm. Monica groaned in unison mynaughtylatinmaid as her own peak consumed mynaughtylatinmaid her. She felt the acid filter down into all the bottom of her soul.
 The intercom buzzed mynaughtylatinmaid. Monica flicked the talk button with the heel of one boot. "Doctor," came Kerri's voice. "Your one o'clock mynaughtylatinmaid just cancelled."
 The vibrator inside was exquisitely beautiful mynaughtylatinmaid. Slender and elaborately sculpted with smooth bulbs and ridges that mynaughtylatinmaid promised all manner of delightful sensations mynaughtylatinmaid, it was mynaughtylatinmaid finished in pure gold. Monica mynaughtylatinmaid gently lifted it out of the padded box. It came alive at her mynaughtylatinmaid touch mynaughtylatinmaid. It's soft mynaughtylatinmaid hum mynaughtylatinmaid sounded eager.
 "Oh my," she breathed, turning the all gleaming device mynaughtylatinmaid over in her hands. "This is special." There was mynaughtylatinmaid an inscription along one side. Engraved mynaughtylatinmaid in elegant mynaughtylatinmaid script mynaughtylatinmaid, it mynaughtylatinmaid read, "To Dr. Sucksgood, one swell shrink."
Monica waggled a finger at her. "Come here," she said. Instantly the young girl trotted around and mynaughtylatinmaid knelt between Monica's skin- smooth black mynaughtylatinmaid boots. She leaned forward, tongue extended, and began to lick tentatively. She made a little mewling all sound deep in mynaughtylatinmaid her throat.
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