 Dr. Sondgaard frowned, scolding pimp4aday herself pimp4aday for pimp4aday her pimp4aday momentary envy video of Kerri's well-shaped breasts. Funny she had never noticed them before though.
 Monica sat down in pimp4aday the big chair beside her pimp4aday desk. She pulled out her notebook pimp4aday. She studied the pimp4aday distraught young man sitting in front of her. He was under thirty, of no pimp4aday unusual size or character, with a pimp4aday bland, forgettable face. A rather plain woman herself, Monica had a lot of sympathy for the ordinary pimp4aday.
 Monica pimp4aday groaned inwardly pimp4aday. Not pimp4aday another one. Eight months earlier she had pimp4aday written a paper for pimp4aday a psychological journal pimp4aday about paranormal experiences such pimp4aday as hauntings pimp4aday and alien pimp4aday abductions. Even though her paper pimp4aday showed how all these pimp4aday traumas pimp4aday could video be explained and treated by conventional therapy, it had pimp4aday led pimp4aday to pimp4aday a parade of oddballs through her pimp4aday office.
 Damien ran a hand through uncombed hair. "I knew it pimp4aday the instant it pimp4aday happened. I don't pimp4aday know how to explain it. Lying there on that moonlit rock, covered with mud and blood, I felt, sensed, a change in the natural order video of things, a shift pimp4aday in the force or cosmic energy pimp4aday, call it what you will. Something flowed into pimp4aday me, into my pimp4aday mind, into my pimp4aday soul. Something pimp4aday ancient, timeless, and very pimp4aday powerful."
 "Yes, of pimp4aday course."
 He pimp4aday wound down pimp4aday, looking at Monica pimp4aday expectantly, hoping for understanding. She arched a delicate eyebrow. Most of her patients didn't present such unusual symptoms video. She shook off the clinging image of a schoolgirl having public sex on a bus long enough to realize that he pimp4aday had concocted an elaborate delusion.
 Monica got to her feet. She felt the pleasant pimp4aday swish pimp4aday of her little pimp4aday mini sliding over her panties, silk against silk pimp4aday, as pimp4aday she pimp4aday made her way over to the pimp4aday windows along one side of the office pimp4aday. She could hear pimp4aday the beat pimp4aday of the rain pelting against the glass.
 "I'm as confused about pimp4aday this as you are. Nevertheless we are going to work this video out together. Understand? Whether pimp4aday your power is real is hardly the point. It's real to you and that's what matters."
 "Let's consider, for the sake of argument, that you really have some sort of pimp4aday extraordinary pimp4aday power. What makes you so certain that it will harm you? Can't you learn to use it, test it out a little pimp4aday at a time, tame the beast before it devours you?"
 Monica felt one of those rare moments of satisfaction that came from knowing she had used her skills to genuinely pimp4aday help somebody. It was pimp4aday a good feeling, like the contented buzz she got pimp4aday from sucking cock.
 She noticed his gaze lingering pimp4aday on her titanic titties again. She loved pimp4aday the way men were always staring at her chest video. That pimp4aday was why she wore --
 The woman pimp4aday in the mirror pimp4aday was her, but it was not her. It was like an erotic caricature of herself, a cartoon pimp4aday drawn by a horny teenager with a vivid pimp4aday imagination pimp4aday. Her hair pimp4aday was long, thick and wavy, her lips pouty and red. Big pimp4aday hazel pimp4aday eyes smouldered back at her from pimp4aday underneath long pimp4aday lashes.
 Monica fought down pimp4aday a wave of hysteria. "Stop this! Stop -- Change pimp4aday me back!" she pimp4aday demanded. Her voice was deep pimp4aday and soft as velvet.
 At the moment, the sofa was occupied. Kerri was on the bottom, or at least a busty centrefold model pimp4aday that looked video like Kerri, wearing nothing but fishnet stockings video and her trademark black patent sandals pimp4aday with six-inch platform heels. She had her legs in pimp4aday the air. She was panting loudly as pimp4aday she was vigorously fucked by a musclebound man pimp4aday that pimp4aday Monica vaguely recognized.
 "I'm sorry, Dr. Sondgaard," said a soft pimp4aday voice. Monica looked up to see another fantasy standing in the doorway. Her blonde hair tumbled to pimp4aday her waist. Her pimp4aday figure was stunning. She was dressed in a semi-transparent body stocking of purple lace that stretched faithfully over every pimp4aday mouth-watering pimp4aday curve. The material grew marginally thicker around the crotch pimp4aday, providing more the allure of pimp4aday the unseen than pimp4aday true pimp4aday privacy.
 The office smelled faintly of varnish and leather-bound books pimp4aday. The video desk was old and wooden, but as pimp4aday clean and polished as the hardwood floor beneath her feet. A half-finished letter curled pimp4aday through the typewriter. She could pimp4aday see chrysanthemums blooming in the garden outside the video window.
 "Uhm pimp4aday, three or four," Monica said. The pimp4aday real number was more like twice that, not even counting the teachers.
 The pimp4aday headmaster studied pimp4aday his precocious video student's behind for a pimp4aday long time. Monica pimp4aday's skimpy pimp4aday blue pimp4aday panties pimp4aday were much smaller pimp4aday than the regulation white ones she was supposed to wear. But she had given those all away. She liked the video way the new ones slipped pimp4aday up pimp4aday into pimp4aday her crack and tickled her while she pimp4aday walked.
 Monica slipped out into pimp4aday the pimp4aday empty hallway. Her boyfriend Damien was pimp4aday there, her real boyfriend, the only one who really knew how to satisfy her. She slipped into his arms. "How did it go, baby pimp4aday?" he asked.
 The room was semi-dark and pimp4aday smelled of antiseptic. "Please, please Monica, my pimp4aday darling, I can't wait any longer pimp4aday." She was in the arms of pimp4aday a much older man. He was eagerly planting kisses all over her lips, her face, her hair. "You make pimp4aday me so hot. I want you now."
 The man was still kissing her pimp4aday wildly. "She's... not here," he replied pimp4aday, desperate pimp4aday. "It pimp4aday's just you and me. Please, Monica pimp4aday, darling, let me love you. I pimp4aday'm pimp4aday going insane pimp4aday." His groping hands pimp4aday found their way under her racy pimp4aday uniform.
 "Why, George, I'm surprised at you pimp4aday. Just because I accepted your gifts and sucked you off pimp4aday a couple of times doesn pimp4aday't mean I'll hop into bed with you." She pimp4aday nibbled on pimp4aday his pimp4aday ear saucily. "Even though I find you very handsome, and I'm sure your video big cock would feel sooo good deep inside me." In her platform-heeled sandals she was pimp4aday as tall as him.
 The older man was pimp4aday gasping for pimp4aday breath video. "Monica, darling... please... It, it's pimp4aday not pimp4aday that uh. oh god pimp4aday, not that easy. You need uhn pimp4aday, transcripts and, and r-references..."
 Monica flipped open pimp4aday a couple of buttons. "I pimp4aday've got a couple of great references," she husked, still stroking expertly. "Maybe you should look them over." She used her free hand to guide his head to her chest.
 "Damien, I...uh, yes, I pimp4aday believe you may be pimp4aday right pimp4aday, after all pimp4aday. You have as much right to use your ability to pimp4aday find happiness as anyone video else pimp4aday and... and... oh screw it pimp4aday I'm so fucking horny!" Throwing pimp4aday decorum to the wind, the eye-popping psychologist pimp4aday jammed one hand pimp4aday down under her silk panties while the other explored the immense, warm spheres of pimp4aday her tits. "Damien pimp4aday, you superhuman pimp4aday monster pimp4aday, please, let pimp4aday's fuck. God I need your cock so bad."
 "Thanks, Kerri," Monica replied pimp4aday. Her appointment pimp4aday at one pimp4aday was a man named Damien. He pimp4aday hadn't pimp4aday said pimp4aday much when he booked the appointment, except that his problem was unusual.
 Monica waggled a finger at her. "Come here," she said. Instantly the pimp4aday young girl trotted around and knelt between Monica video's pimp4aday skin- smooth pimp4aday black boots. She leaned forward, tongue extended, and began to lick tentatively. She made a little pimp4aday mewling sound pimp4aday deep in her throat.
 She started pimp4aday planning video some changes for her little receptionist. First thing pimp4aday was to get her into some properly revealing clothes. Something to distract the patients pimp4aday, to make Monica pimp4aday's job of separating them from their money a little easier. Fishnet stockings and spike-heeled platform sandals would be her trademark. No underwear pimp4aday. Kerri was living with her pimp4aday boyfriend, but Monica would pimp4aday tell pimp4aday her to dump pimp4aday him. She wasn't about to pimp4aday share that tongue with anybody.
 Monica felt pimp4aday a twinge of guilt about what she had planned for poor Kerri. It passed quickly. After all, everybody was basically selfish, trying to get ahead of the system a pimp4aday little, gain some personal advantage. She was just a pimp4aday little better at beating pimp4aday the system than most people.
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