"Well now," she said, settling into her professional demeanour, "Damien, is it? I'm Dr. Monica Sondgaard." She extended a hand. The other man shook it but said milfhunter nothing.
"OK, Damien," Dr. Sondgaard began, deliberately using his first name to establish rapport, "calm yourself down milfhunter if you can. I'm milfhunter here milfhunter to milfhunter help you. Nothing devon milfhunter is going to hurt you in milfhunter this office. Try taking three deep breaths."
The man did milfhunter as milfhunter she instructed, breathing in deeply three times, then letting devon milfhunter it out slowly. He seemed a milfhunter little calmer when he was done.
Monica groaned inwardly. Not another one devon milfhunter. Eight devon months earlier she had pictures written a paper for a psychological devon milfhunter journal about milfhunter paranormal experiences such as hauntings and milfhunter alien abductions. Even though her paper showed how all these traumas could be explained and treated by conventional therapy milfhunter, it had led to a parade of oddballs through milfhunter her office.
She kept her continence even. "What kind of power, Damien?" she milfhunter asked gently.
"Yes, of course."
"But what if he could fulfil these fantasies, however fleeting? What if he could make milfhunter the girl stop and strip and bend over so he could admire her milfhunter behind? What if he could make a devon milfhunter sexy schoolgirl jump into milfhunter his lap on the bus and make out with him until her stop? Better yet, what if milfhunter he milfhunter could milfhunter transform any ordinary schoolgirl into a teenage sexpot and have milfhunter her fuck him on the bus in front of everybody. What if he could instantly fulfil all the milfhunter selfish, base, lustful desires that float around milfhunter in the bilgewater of milfhunter everybody's unconscious mind? What would become of him then?"
He was milfhunter becoming increasingly agitated. He got up milfhunter from milfhunter the couch and began to pace back milfhunter and forth, gesticulating as he spoke. "This power of mine, this thing in milfhunter my head, it works just milfhunter like that. I don't have to do anything. I just have to want something to milfhunter change milfhunter, and devon it changes."
"Do you milfhunter have milfhunter any idea what milfhunter a milfhunter burden that is? The world as we know it would collapse if we could all milfhunter indulge our selfish whims. I have to milfhunter guard my thoughts every minute, lest one of my subconscious desires milfhunter suddenly come milfhunter true. Every time milfhunter I pictures see a pictures pretty girl I have to concentrate on not thinking about her. I can't milfhunter go into a milfhunter bank because I'm afraid milfhunter I'll have a stray thought and someone will start giving me money. It's the curse of the Midas touch, to the second power."
"Oh? How did you use it?"
Something about the way milfhunter he said that troubled Monica. She decided to press on milfhunter.
"I can't say I devon blame her," she said, trying not to milfhunter sound accusatory. "Why should milfhunter she, or I?" You insist you have this supernatural ability, but you refuse to demonstrate it. Surely you can do something, some small thing to prove you're not fabricating all this." It was necessary to force him to confront his delusion.
Monica sat down again. She noticed his eyes on her nylons but decided not to pull down her miniskirt pictures. Let him look. Better men should admire her shapely legs than ignore her small chest.
"Yes," he replied. "I don't want to. That's my whole point. It's milfhunter too milfhunter easy to use the power milfhunter. It's seductive. Sure, just try one little thing. One small change. Make your life a little easier. Let milfhunter a bit of milfhunter the acid milfhunter out." He shook milfhunter his head.
"I must milfhunter, Damien," Monica insisted. "You have to show milfhunter me the power, or face up to the milfhunter fact milfhunter that it may not exist." This milfhunter was harsh, but a breakthrough in the milfhunter first milfhunter session devon was a real possibility. She prepared herself for his collapse when the "power milfhunter" did milfhunter not work milfhunter. Then they could get at his real problem.
"Go to milfhunter the window. Look outside." He was calm again.
Monica got to her feet. She devon felt the pleasant swish of her milfhunter little milfhunter mini sliding over milfhunter her panties, silk milfhunter against silk, as she made her way over to the windows milfhunter along one side of milfhunter the office. She could hear the beat of the rain milfhunter pelting against the devon milfhunter glass.
What devon was going on? For a brief moment, Monica milfhunter just stood there, dumbfounded. It devon had been pouring rain. She remembered distinctly. There was no umbrella milfhunter stand. "What.... how...?" she stammered.
What milfhunter had been a drab milfhunter brown milfhunter suit was devon milfhunter now a milfhunter shamelessly milfhunter brief, tight microskirt, a see-through white bodyshirt and an unbuttoned devon milfhunter bolero jacket, all in the finest silk. The scarlet milfhunter jacket had milfhunter gold buttons and gold trim. The outfit clung deliciously milfhunter to a figure that clearly wasn't hers; not with those spectacular legs milfhunter, that milfhunter narrow waist and dandy bottom milfhunter, or those frankly enormous breasts that would have milfhunter looked ridiculous had they not milfhunter been so high and jutting.
He looked offended. "But Doc, come on, you were milfhunter so bland. Now you milfhunter're a total dish milfhunter. I'm getting a woody just milfhunter looking at you."
Unexpectedly, the image of Damien's hard-on sent a milfhunter thrill of milfhunter excitement pictures through her. She set her jaw. She marched over to the desk, four milfhunter-inch heels milfhunter sinking into the plush carpet, and jabbed the emergency button on the intercom. Her milfhunter fingernail was flawlessly polished milfhunter.
After a long moment a breathless voice milfhunter responded: "S-Security."
Monica straightened slowly. Diamond bracelets sparkled on devon her wrists pictures. She turned to face Damien milfhunter. He was still smiling. It had an edge of pure evil pictures now. "What have milfhunter you done to them?" she whispered.
She tried again. "The point is, just milfhunter because milfhunter you milfhunter have slipped once, given into temptation, doesn't milfhunter mean your cause is lost pictures. You can admit a mistake, fix it and carry on. That's what we all do. Remember milfhunter a few minutes ago we talked about ordinary people doing the best that we can milfhunter? That's milfhunter what you need to remember."
Holding milfhunter on to her sanity with a slender thread, Monica considered her options. Damien was clearly insane. The conflict between his conscience milfhunter and his ability had driven him mad milfhunter. The acid had indeed stained milfhunter his soul.
"You milfhunter see, he can change anything he wants. This power of his -- it's irresistible. Eventually he even changed me. I adore milfhunter him, Dr. Sondgaard. I'm utterly devoted milfhunter now." The lace-and-leather- clad professor looked down on her student with milfhunter a worshipful gaze, tussling his milfhunter hair absently. Damien made a little devon milfhunter clucking sound and patted his devon knee. Monica expected Alicia to sit in his lap, but instead devon she sank to her devon booted knees beside him and laid her head in his lap like milfhunter a milfhunter dog.
"You should not feel like devon you milfhunter have failed, Doctor," Damien said consolingly. He stroked Alicia's long hair affectionately. The look on her face was pure bliss. "You have shown me the way to free myself from my conscience, even if I have rather succumbed to temptation devon milfhunter. I'm trying to do good things milfhunter. Alicia has never been so happy. Neither has your secretary."
For a moment he seemed to consider pictures it. "Well, perhaps so," he said thoughtfully, "but if I bring a little more beauty milfhunter and happiness into the world that can't milfhunter be all bad milfhunter. Besides, you are milfhunter hardly one to complain about bending the rules, the milfhunter way you have been manipulating men all your life."
"Tell me, so I can understand milfhunter the extent of this indecency, how devon many boys were... buying your milfhunter panties?"
"Yes, sir."
"That's OK," she devon replied, "I've had milfhunter my inspection milfhunter."
A chilling thought passed through her. Damien likened his milfhunter power to an milfhunter unstoppable acid, eating away at his mind. Leaking out. Corroding everything it encountered. She gripped the back of her chair milfhunter for support.
"Ooooh, George, you randy man," Monica milfhunter chided, letting milfhunter him press her body against his milfhunter. "Are you walking around with a big milfhunter hard for me again?" She was in her red and milfhunter white pictures candy-striper's milfhunter uniform, her enormous milfhunter breasts spilling out the top, the skirt far shorter than devon anyone could possibly get away with, yet somehow she did devon milfhunter. "What about your milfhunter wife?"
Monica flipped open a couple of buttons. "I've got milfhunter a pictures couple of great references," she milfhunter husked, still stroking expertly milfhunter. "Maybe you should look them over." She pictures used her free hand to guide his head to her milfhunter chest.
He turned and milfhunter walked away, just milfhunter as Kerri screamed in delight as she was swept into her umpteenth orgasm. Monica groaned in milfhunter unison as her own peak milfhunter consumed her. She felt the acid milfhunter filter milfhunter down milfhunter into the milfhunter bottom of her soul.
Lazily pictures, she picked up milfhunter the trade magazine milfhunter that was lying on milfhunter her desk. It carried a centre-spread article pictures entitled "Dr milfhunter. Monica Sucksgood: Therapist to the devon Rich and Famous." Monica devon milfhunter's movie-star milfhunter face gazed back from milfhunter the photograph accompanying the article with a look hot enough to set the paper milfhunter on fire.
"Thanks, Kerri," Monica milfhunter replied. Her appointment at one milfhunter was a devon man named Damien. He hadn't said milfhunter much when he booked the pictures appointment, except milfhunter that his problem was milfhunter unusual.
Something about Damien got her thinking milfhunter about a gift. Not milfhunter quite knowing why, she opened milfhunter the bottom drawer of milfhunter her desk. She devon milfhunter took out the gleaming rosewood box and flipped open the lid devon milfhunter.
She massaged milfhunter her melons for a few milfhunter minutes milfhunter, then decided milfhunter to move on to the main milfhunter event. She still had her feet on the milfhunter desk. Monica milfhunter's miniskirt was also tight, but a quick flick devon milfhunter of milfhunter another zipper milfhunter revealed the pink jewel that some milfhunter women covered with panties. Her crotch-high boots negated the milfhunter need to wear stockings. Monica turned the milfhunter gold vibrator up a notch and milfhunter slowly slipped it in.
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