 "Well now," she said, settling into mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr her professional demeanour mrs, "Damien, is mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr it? I'm mrs Dr. Monica Sondgaard." She extended a hand mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr. The other man shook it but mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr said nothing mrs.
 Monica sat down in the big chair beside her desk. She pulled out her notebook. She studied the distraught young jpg man sitting in mrs front of her. He was under mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr thirty, of no starr unusual size or character, with a bland, forgettable face. A rather plain woman mrs herself, Monica had mrs a lot mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr of sympathy for the mrs ordinary.
 The man hadn't jpg shaved for mrs a pool couple mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr of days. His mrs clothing was clean but rumpled . His eyes were mrs haunted mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr, shifting nervously this way and that. He avoided looking at her.
 The man did as mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr she instructed, breathing in deeply three times, then letting it jpg out mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr slowly. He pool seemed a little calmer when he jpg was mrs done.
 He waved a hand. "I performed a ritual. It myfriendshotmom's a very old, pre- Druidic rite mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr. It was part of my research for my degree in anthropology. I did it during the planetary mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr alignment mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr a few pool weeks mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr ago, when mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr the ancients believed cosmic forces were mrs strongest. Did you know an mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr alignment like that only happens every thousand years? I won't tell mrs you the details of the ritual, but it involves sacrificing mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr small animals and dancing naked around a mrs stone circle starr under a full moon."
 Actually, that was quite enough myfriendshotmom detail, Monica thought mrs, wincing. "I see," she said again, trying to mrs keep mrs the revulsion out of her voice. "This ritual conferred myfriendshotmom some sort of magical ability on myfriendshotmom you, is that right? How do you know you have it?" She crossed her mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr knees sedately. For a moment her patient's glance fell to her legs, below the hem of her tasteful, knee mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr-length skirt.
 Something about the way he mrs said mrs that troubled Monica pool. She decided to press on.
 "I can't starr say I blame her," she jpg said, trying not to sound accusatory. "Why should she jpg, or I?" You insist you have this supernatural mrs ability, but you refuse mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr to demonstrate it mrs. Surely you can do something, some small thing to prove you pool're not myfriendshotmom fabricating all this." It was necessary to force myfriendshotmom him to confront his delusion.
 Monica sat down again. She noticed his eyes mrs on her nylons but decided mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr not to pull down her mrs miniskirt. Let him mrs look. Better men mrs should admire her shapely mrs legs than ignore her small chest.
 "Yes," he replied. "I don't myfriendshotmom want to. That mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr's my whole point. It's too easy to use the power. It's mrs seductive. Sure pool, just try mrs one little thing. One small change. Make mrs your life starr a little easier. Let a bit pool of the acid out." He shook his head.
 "Damien you mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr're trying to mrs avoid the issue. I don't want to talk about --"
 She pulled back the mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr curtains. The day was sunny, bright with mrs sunshine. A few high mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr clouds drifted along on a summer breeze. Astonished, she mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr looked down at the city street. The pavement was dry. There were no puddles. A man was idly mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr watering a potted tree on the sidewalk.
 Monica dropped the curtain. She stepped back so fast she almost fell off her high mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr heels. She turned toward mrs the door, where she had hung up her raincoat and umbrella when she came in. There was no umbrella. In fact, there was no umbrella stand. On the coat rack was a mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr little red hat starr. It mrs exactly matched the daring red ensemble she was wearing.
 What was going on? For a brief moment, Monica just stood mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr there starr, dumbfounded. It had been pouring rain. She remembered distinctly. There myfriendshotmom was no umbrella stand. "What mrs.... how...?" she stammered mrs.
 Another jpg long pause. "Uh, (huff), yeah, right, umh mrs, oh god baby, just like that mrs, yeah, sure uh mrs, doc, but uh, me and Aprile and umh, what's your name sweetie? uh, Margaret, we mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr're kinda busy right now mrs, oh shit that's so good. Can we (huff mrs, huff), make it in, about (gasp), twenty minutes. No, don't stop, please mrs, keep it up, make that uh myfriendshotmom, half an hour, watch it mrs girls I'm gonna blow mrs again."
 The line went mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr dead.
 A new chill went down mrs Monica's spine. "What -- what did you mrs do to your supervisor?" she mrs asked mrs, her voice trembling.
 Monica felt her panties moisten. The sight of the two jpg lovers bucking and pumping in mrs her office instantly turned on her juices, as virtually mrs anything sexual pool always did. No myfriendshotmom, wait myfriendshotmom, he had changed that too. She mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr grimaced, struggling to remember what was real mrs and what was pool Damien's starr artifice.
 "I'm sorry, Dr. Sondgaard," said a soft voice. Monica mrs looked mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr up myfriendshotmom to see another fantasy mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr standing in jpg the doorway. Her blonde hair tumbled to her waist mrs. Her figure was stunning. She was dressed in a semi-transparent body stocking of purple lace that mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr stretched jpg faithfully over every mouth-watering curve mrs. The material grew marginally thicker around the crotch, providing more the allure of the unseen than true privacy.
 She considered jumping him mrs, maybe catching him by mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr surprise, but she was mrs certain she could not do that. She didn't know why. All she knew for certain was that Damien's power, whatever it was, was immense and real, and starr that she dearly loved to fuck.
 The blonde mrs was shaking mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr her mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr head sadly. "I'm sorry mrs Dr. Sondgaard, I can't do jpg that," she explained. She was wearing myfriendshotmom black , thigh-high boots, the tightest Monica had mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr ever seen. The sleek leather glistened as she sidled up to where Damien was mrs sitting pool, managing her high-high heels with an ease that could only come from long practice mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr. Just watching her made Monica tingle.
 Even in her nearly hysterical state mrs, Monica recognized mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr rationalization pool. "No, Damien, no," she pleaded. "That's the oldest trick in the book. To convince yourself that jpg whatever you want to do just happens to be the best choice. You're only deceiving mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr yourself." She spoke in a lilting sing-song she couldn't seem to do anything about. She brushed long hair back from mrs one perfect ear.
 Monica mrs jumped, and turned back to what the headmaster was saying. "S-sorry sir," she said mrs nervously.
 The headmaster leaned forward urgently. "Tell me the truth now myfriendshotmom, girl. Is starr it true myfriendshotmom that you have been giving -- no, selling myfriendshotmom. -- selling your... undergarments to the boys in your mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr class?"
 "Yes, sir," Monica said. She shifted position mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr a little and the headmaster's attention came back to her flaring thighs.
 Monica twirled a strand of lustrous brown hair around one finger. "Uhm, usually two pounds or so, but five pounds if I'd just come back from gym class."
 "Yes, sir."
 "Precisely. It is the pool only way mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr to ensure that you do jpg not continue mrs with this preposterous lewdness. We mrs will begin today. Bend mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr over and grab your jpg ankles."
 Monica giggled. "I own him," she whispered mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr, nibbling mrs on his ear. "He jpg's probably in there stroking himself right now." She kissed him deeply. "I'm so turned on," she whispered, many mrs seconds later mrs.
 "You might mrs lose your panties," Damien sniggered. He pool already had both hands under mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr her tiny skirt.
 A chilling mrs thought passed through her mrs. Damien likened his power to an mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr unstoppable acid, eating away at his mind. Leaking out mrs. Corroding everything it encountered. She gripped the jpg back mrs of mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr her chair for support mrs.
 George groaned in helpless lust. He pool began to paw and grope hungrily, while Monica encouraged him starr with more kisses. There was a patient on the other side of the curtain mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr but he was heavily mrs sedated and Monica didn't care.
 "Georgy," Monica whispered a few minutes later, "remember what we talked about the starr other day?"
 One mrs delicate hand slipped down into his scrubs. "But you mrs're the head of mrs the whole school, Georgy," Monica purred. "You can pool let in whoever you pool want, can't you? Couldn't you make one little exception, just for me?"
 He turned jpg and walked away, just as mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr Kerri screamed in delight as she was swept into her umpteenth orgasm. Monica groaned in unison mrs as mrs her own peak consumed her. She felt the acid filter down into the bottom of her soul.
 Monica leaned back in her plush leather chair and plopped her four mrs and a half inch heels up on the desk mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr. She was wearing her mrs favourite hip-boots, soft as butter and mrs tight as a coat of paint. She pulled up her brief mrs skirt and ran mrs her hand lovingly up and down one black-encased leg.
 The article was shameless boosterism mrs about Monica and her lavish success. It didn mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr't spend a lot of time on technical matters mrs like psychological techniques or success myfriendshotmom rates. It did not jpg mention that Monica's jpg satisfied, madly devoted patients left her services more mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr screwed mrs up than when they arrived.
 "Doctor," Kerri said in a small, respectful jpg voice, "would you like me to mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr... clean you up?" Her eyes were mrs bright with hope and yearning. The second gift.
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