Her employer stepped fling into the reception area of her office, shaking out her umbrella. "Lunch was wet," she replied isd spring. "The flingspring streets are wet, the flingspring cab was wet, and I spring'm wet." She folded her umbrella and ran her fingers through short flingspring brown hair. "My hair is a mess," she supplied. She started unbuttoning her raincoat. She stopped when flingspring she saw her receptionist was about isd to say something.
For a spring moment she regarded her receptionist isd spring quizzically. Kerri's sweater skimmed well flingspring above her navel and snugged fetchingly around her darling young breasts. Although not unusual isd by the spring style of the day, it was positively daring by spring Kerri's conservative standards. Was fling that the same sweater she had been wearing earlier?
"OK, Damien," Dr. Sondgaard isd began, deliberately using his first name to establish rapport, "calm yourself down if spring you fling can. I'm here to isd spring help you. Nothing is going to isd spring hurt you fling in this office. Try flingspring taking isd spring three deep breaths."
She kept her continence even. "What kind spring of power spring, Damien?" she fling asked gently.
He fling waved a hand. "I performed a ritual. It's a very old, pre- Druidic rite. It flingspring was part of my research for my degree in anthropology. I did fling it during fling the planetary alignment a few weeks ago, when the ancients believed cosmic site forces were strongest. Did isd spring you know an alignment like that only happens every thousand flingspring years site? I fling won't tell you the details of the ritual, but it flingspring involves sacrificing small animals and dancing fling naked around a isd stone circle under fling a full moon."
Actually, that was quite enough detail, Monica isd spring thought, wincing. "I see," she said fling again, trying to keep flingspring the revulsion out of flingspring her voice. "This ritual conferred some sort of magical isd ability on you fling, is that right? How do you know you have fling it fling?" She crossed her knees sedately. For a moment her patient's glance fell to her legs, below the fling hem fling of her tasteful, knee-length fling skirt.
Monica could already see isd the outline of the fling man's problem fling. Some sort fling of quasi-religious experience had caused spring a isd delusional fling break, clouding the flingspring lines between fantasy and site reality. Could be evidence of a serious psychosis fling. Could fling be just isd working spring too isd spring hard. She decided to probe a little deeper spring.
"So you believe you isd spring now have an fling exceptional fling mental ability fling. You can change things around you, I think isd spring you site said? So what exactly is the problem?"
"I must not give in fling to the temptation. Because once I start using flingspring it, I know I won't flingspring be able fling to stop. The steps are so obvious. First, I'll start indulging my idle fling whims, then satisfying my baser appetites, and finally, acting spring out fling my fling most perverse fantasies."
"Oh? How did you use it?"
"Do it fling again flingspring."
Monica watched him, taken aback fling. She thought about the button on her spring desk, the one that summoned security. You never knew.
She pulled back the curtains. The fling day was sunny, bright with sunshine. A spring few spring high clouds drifted site along on isd a fling summer breeze fling. Astonished spring, she looked down at the city street. The pavement was dry. There were no puddles. A man was idly watering a potted fling tree on the sidewalk spring.
Damien fling looked at her, his expression blank. It occurred to Monica that in this spring position he could fling effortlessly look up her skirt to the tops of her stockings fling and even fling her flingspring high fling-cut lace panties isd, but she decided not to do anything fling about it. Maybe site a little tease would help bring him out of his withdrawal fling. She took a deep breath, feeling her round breasts pressing against her sheer silk blouse.
"Let flingspring's consider fling, for the sake of argument, that you really have some fling sort of extraordinary power fling. What makes you so certain that it will harm isd spring you isd? Can't you learn to use it, test it out a little at a spring time, tame the beast before it devours you?"
"As isd it is for all spring of us. Remember fling Damien, you flingspring had your moral values established before you received this gift, or whatever it fling is fling. You still have that beacon to guide you. The very fact that you are so distraught about what you have not even done fling yet isd proves that you are spring a man of strong moral character. Use that strength to steer your use of the power."
"So, as long as I'm trying to isd spring make fling the correct decisions, as long as fling I'm fling doing my best spring, I shouldn't feel bad if temptation gets to me or I make a spring mistake now and again."
She flingspring noticed his gaze lingering on her titanic titties again. She loved the way fling men were site always staring flingspring at her chest. That was why she wore fling --
Wait spring a isd spring minute. Something was wrong. Damien flingspring was still flingspring smiling at her, but there was something flingspring different in his gaze. Something she didn't like. Wordlessly she got to her feet and went fling to stand before fling the fling full-length mirror along one wall flingspring. She used it sometimes, to get patients to "look at themselves." Monica was fling looking at herself now. What she saw fling amazed isd spring her.
The woman in the mirror fling was isd spring her flingspring, but it was not her. It was like an erotic caricature flingspring of herself, a cartoon flingspring drawn by a horny teenager fling with a vivid fling imagination fling. Her hair was spring long, thick and wavy, her fling lips pouty and fling red. Big hazel eyes smouldered back at her fling from underneath long fling lashes.
A new flingspring chill went down Monica's spine. "What -- what fling did you do to fling your spring supervisor?" she asked, her voice trembling.
There was a large, plush fling sofa on the far side of the outer office that Monica had never seen before. Yet she knew it had flingspring always been there. Kerri had arranged the low couch to be fling right fling in front of the fling glass isd spring-topped table that flingspring served as her desk, so fling that male patients could see up isd spring her dress while they waited. That fling explained why so many patients walked in with a hard-on fling. Monica fling shook her head. How did she know this fling?
"I'm sorry, Dr. Sondgaard," said isd spring a soft voice. Monica looked up to see another fantasy standing in the doorway. Her blonde hair tumbled spring to her waist. Her spring figure was stunning. She was dressed in a semi fling-transparent body stocking spring of purple lace that site stretched flingspring faithfully flingspring over every mouth-watering curve. The material grew marginally thicker around fling the crotch, providing more the allure of flingspring the unseen fling than true privacy isd spring.
She considered jumping him, maybe catching him by surprise, but she was certain she could not do that. She didn flingspring't know why. All site she fling knew for certain was that Damien's flingspring power, whatever it was, was isd immense and real, and that she dearly fling loved to fuck.
Even in her nearly isd hysterical state, Monica recognized rationalization. "No, Damien, no," she fling pleaded. "That flingspring's the flingspring oldest trick in the book. To convince yourself that whatever you isd spring want to do just happens to be the flingspring best choice. You're flingspring only deceiving fling yourself flingspring." She spoke in a spring lilting sing flingspring-song she flingspring couldn't seem fling to do flingspring anything about. She site brushed long hair back from one perfect ear.
"Tell me, so I can understand the extent of this indecency, how many boys were... buying your spring panties?"
"Uhm, three or four," Monica said. The real number was more like twice that, not even counting the teachers.
"Inspection fling? Sir fling?"
Monica slipped out into the flingspring empty hallway. Her boyfriend Damien was there, her real boyfriend, the only one who really knew how to satisfy her. She slipped into his flingspring arms. "How did it go, baby?" he asked.
Monica isd spring giggled. "I own him," she whispered, nibbling on his ear. "He's probably in there stroking himself right now." She kissed him deeply. "I fling'm so turned on," she whispered, many isd spring seconds later.
Damien fling said: "Don't your see, Doctor? We are all fundamentally selfish, always taking flingspring advantage of others for our own benefit spring. Even you. I'm a little better at beating the system, that's all."
"But you have, Doctor," Damien insisted. Abruptly he grabbed isd spring Alicia by the shoulders and pushed her onto the spring carpet fling, the fling way a man fling would toss fling a cat flingspring off his lap. Immediately site she crawled back and wrapped herself isd serenely around one leg. "You have been using your feminine charms to satisfy spring your own desires your whole life. Don't you remember?"
"Georgy," Monica whispered a few minutes later, "remember fling what fling we talked flingspring about the other day?"
One delicate hand slipped down into his fling scrubs. "But you're the fling head of the fling whole school, Georgy," Monica purred fling. "You can let in whoever you want, can't you fling? Couldn't fling you flingspring make one little exception, just for isd spring me?"
"I admit some of my behaviour fling might be construed as immoral," Damien observed thoughtfully, "but your life-long manipulations of spring others in pursuit of wealth and pleasure flingspring are immoral to a similar degree. By comparison, my faults are minor. You fling see that now fling, don't you Doctor?"
He turned and spring walked away, just as Kerri fling screamed in delight as she was swept flingspring into her umpteenth orgasm. Monica groaned in unison site as her own peak consumed her. She felt the acid filter down fling into the bottom of her soul.
Monica leaned back in her plush leather fling chair and plopped fling her four and a half inch heels up on the isd spring desk. She was wearing her flingspring favourite hip-boots, soft as fling butter and tight as fling a coat of paint. She fling pulled up her brief skirt and ran fling her hand lovingly up and fling down one black-encased fling leg.
There was no spring mention at all of the two calls before the discipline committee for allegedly fucking fling with fling her clients' minds and bodies. Both hearings flingspring had found in her favour fling. Her colleagues had been so understanding. Especially the married ones fling.
"Thanks, Kerri," Monica replied. Her appointment at one isd spring was a flingspring man site named Damien. He hadn't said much when he isd booked the appointment, except that his problem fling was flingspring unusual.
Something about Damien got her thinking about a gift. Not spring quite knowing why, she opened the bottom drawer of her desk. She took out the gleaming flingspring rosewood box and flingspring flipped open isd spring the lid.
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