 Dr. Sondgaard looked fling at her watch. "All right. I fling have a break free hour before Mr. Albright gets here. I can review those files some other day."
 She stepped into her private break party spring office, raincoat over one arm. She locked the door for spring privacy. "Sorry to keep welcome you spring waiting," she said to the man who break looked up from party the couch. "I flingspring almost drowned waiting for a cab." She hung up the raincoat flingspring and umbrella, then smoothed out her modest brown suit. She kicked off fling her wet fling shoes and stepped into a different pair welcome, black flats like she always wore.
 Anyone could see that the man was in distress; it didn spring't take a psychologist spring to welcome figure fling that spring out. The first fling thing was to get him calmed down a fling little, Monica decided, work through the crisis, then fling look at welcome the long fling-term situation spring. It didn't break help spring that fling he had hardly welcome said a word since he came in.
 "OK, Damien," Dr. Sondgaard began, deliberately using his flingspring first name to establish rapport, "calm yourself spring down if you can. I'm here to help flingspring you. Nothing is going to hurt fling you in this office. Try taking three deep breaths."
 The man did as she instructed, breathing in deeply three spring times, then letting it out slowly. He seemed a welcome little calmer when he was done.
 He fling drew a breath fling. "Doctor party, are you party familiar fling with the spring folk break party spring wisdom that fling a man has a sexual thought about every fifteen minutes?"
 Monica shrugged and flingspring flipped again. It came up heads fling.
 She flipped it five more times. It landed spring heads every time. She spring tried catching the coin in fling the air. Still heads fling. She caught it and slapped it on her fling wrist, reversing the orientation in which she caught fling it.
 "Go to the window. Look outside." He was fling calm again.
 "Yes, but break the flingspring temptation, the temptation will always be there."
 "I want to thank you, Doctor," her patient replied. "You have done so flingspring much for flingspring me, in just one visit! You are one hell of fling a good shrink. I feel completely liberated from all that guilt I was feeling!"
 "Look, Damien," she said urgently, "You flingspring can fight this. You don't have party to give fling in to the fling temptation. These -- what fling you've done to me is just childishness. It's a selfish indulgence, like masturbation. It's like when fling I slip two fingers into my cunny on fling the train and try to get myself fling off spring without anybody noticing." Dammit.
 The fling office smelled faintly of varnish and leather-bound books. The desk was old and wooden, but as clean and polished as the flingspring hardwood floor beneath her feet. A half-finished letter curled flingspring through the typewriter. She could see chrysanthemums blooming in the garden outside the window break.
 It took a moment for this information to sink in. "You mean you... take them off... and walk around spring the rest of the day without fling any... Good Lord. In my school spring. And spring you fling always wearing flingspring your uniform... like flingspring that...." He swallowed.
 Monica noticed the headmaster's eyes following her hands as she toyed girlishly with her spring hem. Her uniform fling skirt was less than 14 inches long and barely covered the curve of her asscheeks at the fling best of times spring. It produced gratifying effects flingspring whenever she bent break over to pull up fling her knee socks.
 "Yes, sir."
 The headmaster fling studied his precocious student's behind break party spring for spring a long time. Monica's skimpy blue panties were spring much smaller than the regulation white ones she was supposed to wear. But she had given those all away. She liked fling the way welcome the new ones fling slipped up flingspring into her crack and tickled her while she walked.
 "That, that never happened," Monica fling stammered, "You made that break all up." It was impossible that her flingspring teen years could have been fling like that, or that Damien spring could have spring been her boyfriend. The memory was like fling a scene from a dirty movie, not real life.
 A chilling break thought fling passed through her. Damien likened his fling power to an unstoppable acid, eating away at his mind. Leaking out. Corroding everything it flingspring encountered. She gripped the party back of her fling chair for fling support.
 The room break party spring was semi-dark and smelled welcome of antiseptic. "Please, please Monica fling, my darling, I spring can spring't wait any spring longer." She fling was in the arms of a fling much fling older man. He was fling eagerly flingspring planting kisses spring all over her lips, her face welcome, her hair. "You make me so hot. I want flingspring you now fling."
 The older break party spring man was gasping for breath. "Monica, darling fling... please... It, it's not that uh party! oh god, not fling that easy. You need spring uhn, transcripts and, and r-references..."
 "Oh sweet break party spring heaven how could I spring have forgotten that," Monica gasped flingspring, her fling face flushed with heat. She collapsed into her chair, breathing hard. She ran one break party spring hand over her stupendous chest, feeling the hard, sensitive nipples. Acid. There was acid everywhere fling now, flooding her spring mind, eating break away at her resolve, dissolving her spring conscience into smoke.
 Her patient got to his party feet, idly kicking flingspring Alicia aside. She giggled like flingspring a foolish girl. Damien welcome said: "Sorry flingspring Doctor, I think it flingspring's time for fling me to go. You spring have a lot of reminiscing to fling do."
 "Oh, one more thing flingspring," Damien said, turning. "I don't know what you normally charge, but you have break party spring done me a great fling service, Doctor. So I've left you a gift. Two gifts fling, really. You'll break party spring find one spring in flingspring the bottom drawer of your desk. The other is right outside."
 "Thanks, Kerri," Monica replied. Her appointment at one was a fling man named Damien. He hadn't said fling much when he booked the appointment, except that his problem was unusual.
 The spring door burst open. "Dr flingspring. Sucksgood fling. Are you all right?" Kerri exclaimed. "I heard you -- oh my god." The break party spring naive receptionist had not expected fling to see her employer, boot-wrapped fling legs spread wide on her desk, shamelessly pleasuring herself with a spring buzzing gold dildo. Her eyes locked on Monica's pussy, where the oversexed psychologist spring was still spring easing the fling vibrator in and out slowly, enjoying the warm afterglow of her adventure.
 "Doctor," Kerri said spring in a small, respectful voice, "would you like me break to... clean you up?" Her eyes were bright fling with hope and yearning. The second gift flingspring.
 Monica waggled a finger at fling her. "Come flingspring here," she said. Instantly flingspring the fling young girl trotted around and knelt between Monica's skin- smooth black boots. She leaned forward, tongue extended, and began to flingspring lick flingspring tentatively. She made a fling little flingspring mewling sound spring deep in her throat.
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