 Kerri was a good six inches shorter than the other woman round. She was a cute roundandbrown young thing, almost girlish in her powder blue roundandbrown sweater and round simple black pants. "I'm sorry, Dr. Sondgaard," she said respectfully. "You have a walk-in. His name is Damien. He seemed very upset, so roundandbrown I let round him round wait inside."
 "OK, Damien," Dr. Sondgaard began, deliberately using his first name to establish round rapport, "calm yourself down if you can. I round'm here to round help you. Nothing is going roundandbrown to hurt you in this office. Try taking three deep breaths."
 He drew a breath. "Doctor, are you familiar round with the folk wisdom that round a man has a sexual thought about roundandbrown every fifteen minutes?"
 "I know this is all true. Yet the effort of not using the power is getting to round be more than I can bear brown. I can feel the power round inside me: tempting me, eroding my willpower, wearing away at my moral convictions."
 She said: "If your new power roundandbrown is too round corruptive to use, then how do you roundandbrown know it really round exists?" It was time to round challenge his contorted perception.
 "Oh? How did you use it?"
 Monica opened her desk drawer and pulled out a 500 lira roundandbrown coin round, a memento from a trip to round Italy. "Flip it," Damien said, "it will roundandbrown come down heads."
 The trick round with the coin round was impressive. Did he know in advance the coin was not fair? Had he switched coins somehow? There were any number of ways he could be fooling her. The question was, why? Some people liked to visit therapists for the attention, toying with them without any interest in treatment, but this man did not seem like that type.
 Dr. Sondgaard smiled indulgently. "OK, Damien. Let's allow that you can influence round how this coin comes down. That's round hardly a demonstration of supernatural roundandbrown power. Can't you do a little better?"
 "Yes roundandbrown," he replied. "I don't want to. That's my whole point. It's round too easy to use the roundandbrown power. It round's round seductive. Sure round, just try round one little thing. One small roundandbrown change. Make your life a little easier. Let a bit round of the acid out." He shook roundandbrown his and head round.
 Damien seemed to shrink, to draw into himself. "Please round, don't force me," he said.
 "I'm as confused about round this as you are. Nevertheless roundandbrown we are going to round work this out together brown. Understand roundandbrown? Whether your power is real is hardly the point round. It's real to you round and that's what matters."
 "Yes roundandbrown, but the temptation, the temptation will always be there."
 She round noticed his gaze lingering on her titanic titties brown again. She loved the round way round men roundandbrown were always staring at her chest roundandbrown. That was why she wore round --
 Wait a minute roundandbrown. Something was wrong. Damien was still roundandbrown smiling at her, but there was something different in his gaze. Something she round didn't like. Wordlessly she round got to her feet and went to stand before the full-length mirror along one wall. She used it sometimes round, to get patients to "look at themselves." Monica was looking at herself now. What she saw round amazed round her.
 The woman in the mirror was roundandbrown her, but it round was not her. It was like an erotic caricature of herself, a cartoon drawn by a horny teenager with a vivid imagination. Her hair was long round, thick and round wavy roundandbrown, her lips pouty and red. Big hazel eyes smouldered round back at round her from underneath long lashes round.
 There round was a large, plush sofa on the far side of the outer office that Monica had and never seen before. Yet she round knew it had always been there. Kerri round had arranged the round low couch to roundandbrown be right in front of the glass round-topped table that served as her desk, so that male roundandbrown patients could see up her dress round while they waited. That explained why so many patients walked in with a hard round-on. Monica shook her round head. How did she know this?
 Monica felt her panties moisten. The sight of the two lovers bucking and pumping in her office instantly turned movie on her juices, as virtually anything sexual always roundandbrown did round. No round, wait, he had changed that too. She grimaced, struggling to remember what was real and what was Damien's artifice.
 "Au contraire, my little sextoy," said Damien round casually. "The round good doctor has movie done so much for movie me. She found the key to free me roundandbrown from my guilt. It's like being let out of prison. For the round first time in my life I'm truly free."
 "Young lady pay attention when I speak to you!"
 Monica shuffled one dainty foot back and forth. "Uhm, well round, sir I don't actually change them. I roundandbrown just uh, give them to the boy who wants them so bad." She tossed him little flicks of her big hazel eyes while idly toying with the hem and of her kilt.
 The headmaster took a deep breath. "All right," he said round at last. "Ordinarily, this would be grounds for expulsion." His eyes round roamed over her svelte round curves as Monica round gave him her best puppy-dog look. "But," he amended quickly, "I don't want to be harsh roundandbrown; especially to movie a student that roundandbrown seems otherwise so... promising. His gaze lingered on her overfilled blouse round. The top two buttons had and come roundandbrown undone.
 "Tell movie me, so brown I can understand roundandbrown the roundandbrown extent of this indecency, how many boys round were... buying your panties?"
 Monica's uniform skirt was so short that bending even slightly was sufficient to round reveal whether she wore panties, but round she complied with the headmaster round's command. He got to his feet and round stepped around roundandbrown behind her. Looking up at him from between her legs, she could see the insistent bulge tenting the front of round his dress slacks round. She smiled inwardly. She roundandbrown wondered briefly if round he movie was as big as Mr. Hill, the geography teacher round.
 The room was round semi-dark and smelled of antiseptic. "Please, please Monica, my darling, I roundandbrown can't wait any longer." She was in the roundandbrown arms of a much older man. He was eagerly round planting kisses all roundandbrown over her lips, her face, her brown hair. "You make me so hot. I want you roundandbrown now."
 The man was still kissing her wildly. "She's... not here," he roundandbrown replied, desperate. "It's round just you and me. Please, Monica, darling, let me love you. I'm going insane." His roundandbrown groping hands round found their way under her racy uniform.
 "Georgy," Monica whispered a few round minutes later, "remember what we round talked about the other day brown?"
 "What? Please, honey roundandbrown, I told you there's nothing I can do. It movie's the best round psychiatric movie school in the country round. We get thousands of applicants. There's movie a waiting list..."
 George made an incoherent sound from between Monica's melons. His scrubs slipped down around his ankles.
 "Oh, one more thing," Damien said, turning. "I don't know brown what you normally charge, but you have done round me a great service, Doctor. So I've left you a gift. Two gifts, really. You'll find one in the bottom drawer of your desk. The other is right outside."
 Monica knew what the article round said roundandbrown because she had pretty much written it herself . The young journalist that came to interview her had been unprepared either for Monica's looks or her sexual manipulations. With movie a little help from some round pills she slipped into her drink, Monica soon had and the girl round so brown dazed round and round entranced she hardly knew her own name. Lolling like round an idiot, she opened round her laptop and typed round up the article right there, as Monica whispered the round sentences into her ear.
 Monica waggled a finger at round her. "Come here," she said. Instantly the young girl trotted around and round knelt between Monica's skin- smooth black boots. She leaned brown forward, tongue extended, and began to lick tentatively. She made a round little mewling sound deep round in her throat round.
 "Oh, very good, my dear," Monica sighed. "You are a natural. Yes, use your tongue like that." She leaned back in the chair again and wallowed in Kerri's artful ministrations. What a wonderful gift.
 She started planning some changes for her little receptionist. First thing was to round get her into some properly revealing clothes. Something to roundandbrown distract the patients, to make Monica's job of separating them from their money a little easier. Fishnet stockings and spike-heeled platform sandals would be her trademark. No underwear. Kerri was living with her boyfriend, but round Monica would tell her to dump roundandbrown him. She wasn't round about to share brown that tongue roundandbrown with anybody.
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