Anyone could see that the man was in blue jay distress; it didn't take a psychologist to figure that out. The first thing was to get him bluemoni calmed jay down bluemoni a little, Monica decided image, work through the crisis, then look at the long-term situation. It didn't help moni that he had hardly said a word blue since he blue jay came in.
He drew a breath. "Doctor, are you familiar with the folk blue wisdom that a man has a sexual blue thought about every fifteen minutes?"
"But what jay if he could fulfil these moni fantasies jay, however fleeting? What if blue he could make blue the girl stop and strip and bend image over so he could admire blue her behind? What if he could make a sexy schoolgirl image jump into his bluemoni lap on the bus blue and make out with bluemoni him blue until her blue stop? Better yet moni, what if he could transform blue jay any ordinary schoolgirl into a teenage sexpot and have her fuck him on bluemoni the bus in front of everybody. What if he could instantly fulfil all the jay selfish, base blue jay, lustful desires that bluemoni float around in the bilgewater of everybody's blue unconscious mind image? What blue would become of him then?"
He sat down heavily. "It's blue like acid," he blue said softly. "An moni acid of the blue mind. It eats away moni at my humanity, bit by bit. Corroding. Corrupting. Eventually it blue jay will blue jay leak out, and blue my bluemoni soul will be indelibly stained."
She said: "If your new power blue jay is blue too corruptive to use, then how do you know it really exists jay?" It was moni time to challenge his blue contorted perception.
She flipped the coin, let it blue land blue jay on her desk. It bluemoni did come down heads. "That's not very impressive," she said. "Fifty-fifty bluemoni chance."
"Do it again blue."
She pulled back the bluemoni curtains. The day was sunny bluemoni, bright with sunshine. A few high clouds drifted along on a summer breeze. Astonished, she looked bluemoni down at the city blue jay street. The pavement was dry. There were no puddles. A blue man was blue idly bluemoni watering blue jay a potted tree on the sidewalk.
"Let's consider blue, for blue the sake of moni argument, that you really have blue some sort of blue extraordinary power. What makes you so certain blue that it will harm you blue? Can't you moni learn to use blue it, test it moni out a little at a time blue jay, tame the beast before bluemoni it devours you?"
For the first time his face looked hopeful. "You -- you think blue that could work?"
Monica felt one of those rare moments of satisfaction that came from knowing she moni had used her skills to genuinely help blue jay somebody. It was a bluemoni good feeling bluemoni, like the contented buzz she got bluemoni from sucking cock.
Monica whirled to face Damien bluemoni. Her breasts and heels almost made her lose her balance. "What -- what have blue you done blue." she image almost shouted.
He looked offended. "But Doc, come on moni, you were so bland. Now you're a blue total dish. I blue'm getting a woody just looking at you."
The line went blue dead blue jay.
Monica felt her stability image slipping. The blue whole situation was too unreal, too impossible to grasp blue jay. She couldn't stop moni thinking about sex.
"Ah, don't worry Doc, she blue's right here. I brought her with me blue. He flipped a hand lazily blue and the locked door to Monica's office swung blue open. "Hey, sweetmeat, wiggle your tail in here," he said jay offhandedly.
Monica looked out to her outer office. Kerri bluemoni, would be at moni her desk. She could get help. "Kerri." she shouted moni, as loud as she could jay.
Monica blue felt her blue panties blue moisten. The sight of the two lovers bucking and pumping in blue her office instantly blue jay turned on bluemoni her juices, as virtually anything sexual moni always blue did. No, wait, he image had changed that blue too. She bluemoni grimaced, struggling image to remember what was moni real blue jay and what image was Damien moni's artifice moni.
"I blue'm sorry, Dr blue. Sondgaard," said blue a soft voice blue. Monica looked up to see another bluemoni fantasy standing in the doorway. Her blonde blue hair blue jay tumbled to her waist. Her moni figure was stunning. She was dressed in a semi-transparent blue jay body stocking blue of purple lace that stretched faithfully over every mouth-watering curve. The material grew marginally thicker around blue the crotch, providing more moni the allure bluemoni of the unseen than true blue privacy.
Out jay in bluemoni the outer office, Kerri began to scream in bluemoni ecstasy as Mr. Albright brought her to blue yet jay another orgasm. The man caught Monica's eye and winked at her. The door began to swing blue closed slowly.
The headmaster blue jay took moni a deep breath. "All blue right bluemoni," he said at blue last blue jay. "Ordinarily, this would be grounds for expulsion." His eyes roamed over her svelte curves moni as bluemoni Monica gave bluemoni him her best puppy-dog look. "But," he moni amended quickly, "I don't want blue to be harsh; especially to a student that seems otherwise so... promising. His gaze lingered blue on her overfilled blouse. The top two buttons had come undone.
"Yes, sir."
"And to ensure your compliance bluemoni, you will report to my office blue once each day for blue inspection."
"You might lose your panties," Damien sniggered. He already had both hands under blue her tiny skirt.
A chilling blue thought blue passed through her. Damien likened his power to blue an unstoppable acid, eating away at his mind. Leaking out. Corroding everything blue it encountered. She gripped the back of her chair blue for blue support blue.
"Bullshit." exclaimed Monica, all pretence of calmness abandoned. She resisted the urge to scream. "Don't blue try bluemoni to pretend that I'm like you jay, you monster. I moni do have moral values and I live by them. I can blue't sweet-talk my way through bluemoni life blue and I blue wouldn jay't if I could." She could almost feel the acid assaulting her, dribbling into her brain.
The room was semi bluemoni-dark moni and smelled of antiseptic. "Please, please Monica, my darling, I can't wait any longer." She was blue in the arms of a much older man. He was moni eagerly blue planting moni kisses all over her lips, her face, her hair. "You make me so hot. I want bluemoni you now."
"There bluemoni, you see," Monica said as bluemoni George began to lap blue and suck hungrily, "it's really simple. I want in. And I know you blue jay want in, don blue't you tiger. So why can't we both get what we want?"
Through the flood of wicked blue memories coming back image to her, Monica tried to fathom what Damien was saying. It sort of made sense, she conceded. She had been screwing and seducing her way to the top since the day she sucked off the paper boy for his delivery money. She only went into blue psychiatry for the money and moni the chance to moni fuck with her blue patients moni' heads. Oh god, the acid!
"Damien, I...uh, yes, I believe you bluemoni may image be right, after all. You blue have as much right to use blue your ability to find happiness as anyone else and... and image... oh blue screw it I'm moni so fucking horny." Throwing decorum to blue jay the wind, the bluemoni eye-popping psychologist jammed one hand down under her silk panties while blue the other explored the moni immense, warm spheres jay of her blue tits. "Damien, you superhuman bluemoni monster, please, let's fuck. God I need your cock so bad."
They opened the door to the outer blue office. Kerri was now being happily blue ploughed blue face-down image on blue her desk by the blue indefatigable Mr. Albright. Her enormous moni breasts moni kept her bluemoni body suspended several moni inches above the desk. Files and papers blue littered the image floor.
The article was shameless blue boosterism blue about Monica and her lavish jay success. It didn't spend a lot of time on technical moni matters like psychological techniques or success rates blue. It did not mention that Monica's satisfied, madly devoted patients left her services more screwed up than when they arrived.
At times, Monica's whole life seemed slightly unreal. Her success, her beauty, her uncanny bluemoni ability to seduce and enamour men and women with ease, all seemed to defy the laws of nature. Even the little things, like these custom-made boots that fit so incredibly well, or the fact that blue her breasts never sagged in bluemoni spite of their size, had a kind bluemoni of blue jay impossible blue air to them. She sometimes felt like she was living inside blue somebody else's moni erotic daydream. She blue dismissed these thoughts, of course. Reality wasn't something that could be arbitrarily modified. She had just blue been very lucky blue.
There was another gift. How did blue she know that? Feeling blue orgasm approaching like blue a runaway freight-train blue she grappled groggily with a half-memory. Another gift. It was... just outside the image door. Monica screamed outright blue as her gold companion brought her to a splendid peak.
Monica felt a twinge of guilt about what image she blue had planned for poor Kerri. It passed quickly. After blue all, everybody was blue basically selfish, trying to get ahead of the blue system bluemoni a little, gain some personal advantage. She was just a blue little better at beating the system than blue most moni people.
She spread her legs a little bluemoni wider, as the acid seeped deeper into her soul.
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