 Kerri was a good six inches shorter than the other woman. She pinkeyesurprise was pinkeyesurprise a cute young thing, almost girlish in her powder blue pinkeyesurprise sweater and simple black pants. "I'm sorry, Dr. Sondgaard," she pinkeyesurprise said respectfully. "You have a walk-in . His pinkeyesurprise name is Damien. He pinkeyesurprise seemed very upset pinkeyesurprise, so I let him wait inside."
 "OK, Damien," Dr. Sondgaard began, deliberately using his first name to establish rapport, "calm yourself down if you can. I'm here pinkeyesurprise to help you. Nothing pinkeyesurprise is going to hurt pinkeyesurprise you in this office. Try taking pinkeyesurprise three deep breaths."
 Monica groaned inwardly pinkeyesurprise. Not another one pinkeyesurprise. Eight pinkeyesurprise months pinkeyesurprise earlier she had written a pinkeyesurprise paper for pinkeyesurprise a psychological journal about paranormal experiences such as hauntings and alien abductions. Even though her paper showed pinkeyesurprise how all pinkeyesurprise these traumas pinkeyesurprise could be explained and pinkeyesurprise treated by conventional therapy, it pinkeyesurprise had led to a parade of oddballs pinkeyesurprise through her office.
 He wound down, looking at Monica expectantly, hoping for understanding. She access arched a delicate eyebrow pinkeyesurprise. Most of pinkeyesurprise her patients didn't present such access unusual symptoms. She shook off the clinging pinkeyesurprise image pinkeyesurprise of a schoolgirl having public sex on pinkeyesurprise a bus long enough to realize that pinkeyesurprise he had concocted an elaborate delusion.
 She said: "If your new power is too corruptive to pinkeyesurprise use, then how do you know it really exists?" It was time pinkeyesurprise to challenge his contorted perception.
 Something about the way he said that troubled Monica. She decided to press on.
 The man thought about it for a moment. "Do you have a coin?" he asked.
 "Do it again."
 "Show me, Damien." She spoke commandingly.
 Something in her tone roused him. He looked at her, considering. "The, the weather, what's it pinkeyesurprise like access?"
 Monica pulled herself together. Whatever access was going pinkeyesurprise on pinkeyesurprise here, she still had a patient that needed help. She pinkeyesurprise knelt down in pinkeyesurprise front of him. "Damien, listen to me," she said gently, lifting his head in one hand.
 "I'm as confused about this as you are. Nevertheless we are going to work this out together. Understand? Whether your power is real is hardly pinkeyesurprise the point. It pinkeyesurprise's real to you and that's access what matters."
 After a moment she got to her feet pinkeyesurprise and sat pinkeyesurprise down in her big chair beside the desk. She crossed her legs automatically, letting her foxy skirt slide high on her thighs. One dainty red sandal dangled off her toes. She knew she looked good.
 "Right."
 Monica felt one pinkeyesurprise of those rare moments of satisfaction that came from knowing she had used pinkeyesurprise her skills to genuinely pinkeyesurprise help somebody. It was a good feeling, like the pinkeyesurprise contented buzz she pinkeyesurprise got from sucking cock.
 She noticed his gaze lingering on her titanic titties again pinkeyesurprise. She loved the way pinkeyesurprise men were always staring at her chest pinkeyesurprise. That was why pinkeyesurprise she wore pinkeyesurprise --
 Wait a minute. Something was wrong. Damien pinkeyesurprise was still pinkeyesurprise smiling pinkeyesurprise at pinkeyesurprise her, but there pinkeyesurprise was something pinkeyesurprise different in pinkeyesurprise his gaze pinkeyesurprise. Something she didn't like. Wordlessly she pinkeyesurprise got to her feet and went to stand before the full-length mirror along one wall. She used it sometimes, to get patients pinkeyesurprise to "look at themselves." Monica was looking at pinkeyesurprise herself now pinkeyesurprise. What she pinkeyesurprise saw amazed her.
 The woman pinkeyesurprise in the pinkeyesurprise mirror was pinkeyesurprise her, but it was not her. It pinkeyesurprise was like an erotic caricature of herself, a cartoon pinkeyesurprise drawn by a horny teenager with a vivid imagination. Her hair pinkeyesurprise was long, thick and wavy access, her lips pouty and red. Big hazel eyes pinkeyesurprise smouldered back at her from underneath long lashes.
 Unexpectedly, the image of Damien's hard-on sent a thrill of excitement through access her pinkeyesurprise. She set her jaw. She marched over to the access desk, four-inch heels pinkeyesurprise sinking into the plush carpet, and jabbed the emergency button on the intercom. Her fingernail was pinkeyesurprise flawlessly pinkeyesurprise polished.
 She pinkeyesurprise considered jumping him, maybe catching him by surprise, but she was access certain she could pinkeyesurprise not do that. She didn pinkeyesurprise't know pinkeyesurprise why. All she knew pinkeyesurprise for certain was that Damien's power, whatever it was, was immense and pinkeyesurprise real, and that she dearly loved to fuck.
 "Dr pinkeyesurprise. Cummins, please," Monica said, a catch in her velvety voice, "You've got to help me. Maybe together we can do something. Run, get help." She stamped one spike-heeled foot in pinkeyesurprise feminine frustration.
 For a pinkeyesurprise moment he seemed to consider it. "Well, perhaps so pinkeyesurprise," he said thoughtfully access, "but if I bring pinkeyesurprise a little more beauty pinkeyesurprise and happiness pinkeyesurprise into pinkeyesurprise the world that can't pinkeyesurprise be all bad pinkeyesurprise. Besides, you are hardly one to complain about bending the rules pinkeyesurprise, the way you have pinkeyesurprise been manipulating pinkeyesurprise men all your life."
 The office smelled faintly of varnish and pinkeyesurprise leather-bound books . The pinkeyesurprise desk pinkeyesurprise was old pinkeyesurprise and wooden, but as clean and polished as the pinkeyesurprise hardwood floor beneath her feet. A half pinkeyesurprise-finished letter curled through the typewriter. She could pinkeyesurprise see chrysanthemums pinkeyesurprise blooming in pinkeyesurprise the garden outside the window.
 Monica shuffled one dainty foot back and forth. "Uhm access, well, sir pinkeyesurprise I don't actually pinkeyesurprise change them. I just uh, give them to the boy who wants them so bad." She tossed him little flicks of pinkeyesurprise her big hazel eyes while idly toying with the hem of her kilt.
 "Inspection pinkeyesurprise? Sir?"
 Monica's pinkeyesurprise uniform skirt was so short that bending access even slightly was sufficient to reveal whether she wore panties, but she complied with pinkeyesurprise the headmaster pinkeyesurprise's command. He got to his feet and stepped around behind her. Looking up at him from between her legs , she could see the insistent bulge tenting the front of his dress slacks. She smiled pinkeyesurprise inwardly. She wondered briefly if he was as big as pinkeyesurprise Mr. Hill, the geography teacher.
 The headmaster studied pinkeyesurprise his precocious student pinkeyesurprise's behind for a long time. Monica's skimpy blue panties were much smaller than pinkeyesurprise the regulation pinkeyesurprise white pinkeyesurprise ones she was supposed to wear. But she pinkeyesurprise had given those all away. She liked the way the new ones pinkeyesurprise slipped pinkeyesurprise up into her crack and tickled her while she walked.
 "But you have, Doctor," Damien insisted. Abruptly pinkeyesurprise he pinkeyesurprise grabbed Alicia by the shoulders and pushed access her onto the carpet, the way a pinkeyesurprise man would toss a cat off his lap pinkeyesurprise. Immediately she crawled back and wrapped herself serenely around one leg. "You have been using your feminine charms pinkeyesurprise to satisfy your own desires your whole life. Don't you remember?"
 "Why, George, I'm pinkeyesurprise surprised at you. Just because I accepted your pinkeyesurprise gifts and sucked you off a couple access of access times doesn't mean I'll hop into pinkeyesurprise bed with you." She nibbled on his pinkeyesurprise ear saucily. "Even though I find you very handsome, and I pinkeyesurprise'm pinkeyesurprise sure your big cock would feel sooo good deep inside me." In her platform-heeled pinkeyesurprise sandals she was pinkeyesurprise as tall as him.
 Her patient got to his pinkeyesurprise feet, idly kicking Alicia pinkeyesurprise aside. She giggled like a foolish girl pinkeyesurprise. Damien said: "Sorry Doctor, I think it's time for pinkeyesurprise me to go. You have pinkeyesurprise a lot pinkeyesurprise of reminiscing to do."
 "Oh, one more thing," Damien said, turning. "I don't know what you normally charge, but you have done me a great service, Doctor. So I've left you a gift. Two gifts, really. You'll pinkeyesurprise find one in the bottom drawer pinkeyesurprise of your desk. The other is right pinkeyesurprise outside."
 He turned and walked away, just as Kerri screamed in pinkeyesurprise delight as she was swept into her umpteenth orgasm pinkeyesurprise. Monica groaned in unison as her own peak consumed pinkeyesurprise her pinkeyesurprise. She felt the pinkeyesurprise acid filter pinkeyesurprise down pinkeyesurprise into the bottom of her soul.
 Something about Damien got pinkeyesurprise her thinking about a gift. Not quite knowing why, she opened the bottom pinkeyesurprise drawer of her desk. She took out pinkeyesurprise the access gleaming pinkeyesurprise rosewood box and flipped open the lid.
 She spread her legs a little access wider, as pinkeyesurprise the acid pinkeyesurprise seeped pinkeyesurprise deeper into her soul.
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