 Her employer stepped into milfhunter the site reception area of her site office, shaking out her umbrella. "Lunch was wet," she milfhunter replied. "The streets milfhunter are wet milfhunter, the cab was wet, and I'm wet." She folded her umbrella and ran her milfhunter kiana fingers through milfhunter short brown hair. "My hair milfhunter is a mess," she supplied. She milfhunter started unbuttoning her raincoat. She stopped when she saw her receptionist milfhunter kiana was about to say something.
 "Kerri, please tell me nothing has come up while milfhunter I was out."
 The man hadn't shaved for a couple of days. His clothing was clean but rumpled. His eyes were haunted, shifting nervously this way and that. He avoided looking at her.
 The slender brunette flicked a milfhunter speck of dust milfhunter off her milfhunter designer suit. She milfhunter wrote "delusional?" in her notebook. "I milfhunter see," she said, although she didn't. "You have some special mental ability. Where did this milfhunter, uhm, "power" come from?"
 He was becoming increasingly agitated. He got up from the couch and began to pace back and milfhunter forth, gesticulating as milfhunter he spoke. "This power of mine, this thing in my head, it works just like that. I don't have to do anything. I just milfhunter have to milfhunter want milfhunter something milfhunter to change, and it changes."
 "I must not give in to the temptation milfhunter. Because once I milfhunter start using it, I know I won't be able milfhunter to stop. The steps are so obvious. First, I'll start indulging my milfhunter idle whims, then satisfying my baser appetites, and finally, acting out my most perverse milfhunter fantasies."
 "I can milfhunter't milfhunter kiana say I blame her," she said, trying milfhunter kiana not to sound accusatory. "Why should she, or I?" You insist you have this supernatural milfhunter ability, but kiana you refuse milfhunter to demonstrate it. Surely you can do something, some small thing to prove milfhunter you're milfhunter not fabricating all milfhunter this." It was necessary to milfhunter force him milfhunter to milfhunter confront his delusion.
 "Do it again."
 "Again." Heads once more.
 "Damien you milfhunter're trying to milfhunter avoid the issue. I don't want milfhunter to talk milfhunter about --"
 Monica got to her feet. She felt the pleasant swish of her milfhunter little mini sliding milfhunter over her panties, silk against silk, as she made her way over to the windows milfhunter along one side of the milfhunter office. She could milfhunter hear the beat of the rain pelting against the glass.
 She noticed his gaze lingering on her titanic titties again. She loved the way men were always milfhunter staring at her chest. That was why milfhunter she milfhunter kiana wore --
 What milfhunter had been a drab brown suit milfhunter was now a shamelessly brief, tight microskirt, a see milfhunter-through white bodyshirt milfhunter and milfhunter an unbuttoned milfhunter bolero jacket, all milfhunter in the finest silk. The milfhunter scarlet jacket had gold buttons and milfhunter gold trim. The milfhunter outfit site clung deliciously site to a figure that clearly wasn't hers milfhunter; not with those milfhunter kiana spectacular legs, that narrow waist and dandy bottom, or those frankly enormous breasts that would have looked ridiculous had they not been so high milfhunter and jutting.
 Monica whirled to face Damien. Her breasts and heels almost milfhunter made her lose her balance. "What milfhunter -- what have you done milfhunter." she almost shouted.
 "This is Dr. Sucksgood, I mean Sondgaard, in 319. I need a security detail, on the double." Damn milfhunter, her milfhunter voice sounded milfhunter so sexy.
 Monica straightened slowly. Diamond bracelets sparkled on her wrists. She turned to face Damien milfhunter. He was still milfhunter smiling. It had an edge of pure evil now. "What have you milfhunter done kiana to them?" she whispered.
 "I'm sorry, Dr. Sondgaard milfhunter," said a soft voice. Monica looked up to see another fantasy standing in the doorway. Her blonde hair tumbled to her waist. Her milfhunter figure was milfhunter stunning. She was dressed in a milfhunter semi milfhunter-transparent body stocking of purple lace that stretched milfhunter faithfully over kiana every mouth milfhunter-watering curve. The material milfhunter grew milfhunter kiana marginally milfhunter thicker kiana around the crotch, providing more the allure of the unseen than true privacy.
 Holding on to her sanity with a slender thread, Monica considered her options. Damien was clearly milfhunter insane. The conflict between his conscience and his ability had driven him mad. The acid had indeed stained his soul.
 The office smelled faintly milfhunter of varnish and leather-bound books. The milfhunter kiana desk was milfhunter old and wooden milfhunter, but as milfhunter clean and polished as the hardwood milfhunter kiana floor beneath her feet milfhunter. A half-finished letter curled through the typewriter. She could see chrysanthemums blooming in the garden outside milfhunter the window milfhunter.
 It took milfhunter a moment for this information to sink in milfhunter. "You mean you... take them off... and walk around milfhunter kiana the rest of milfhunter the day without any... Good milfhunter Lord milfhunter. In my school. And you always wearing milfhunter your uniform... like that...." He swallowed.
 The headmaster studied his milfhunter precocious milfhunter student's behind for a long time milfhunter kiana. Monica's skimpy blue panties were much smaller than the regulation white ones milfhunter she was supposed to milfhunter wear. But she had given those all away. She milfhunter kiana liked the way the new ones slipped up into milfhunter her crack and tickled her while she walked.
 Monica milfhunter giggled. "I own milfhunter him milfhunter," she whispered, nibbling on his ear. "He's probably in there stroking himself right now milfhunter." She kissed him deeply. "I milfhunter'm so turned on," she whispered, many milfhunter seconds later.
 "You might lose your panties," Damien sniggered. He already milfhunter had both hands under milfhunter her tiny skirt.
 "You see?" Damien said easily, still at ease milfhunter in milfhunter his chair milfhunter with Alicia's head in his lap. She began sniffing her way toward his zipper. "You aren't the paragon of moral rectitude you milfhunter pretend to be."
 The article was shameless boosterism about Monica and her milfhunter lavish milfhunter success. It milfhunter didn't spend milfhunter a lot of time on technical matters like milfhunter psychological techniques or success rates. It did not mention that Monica milfhunter's satisfied, madly devoted patients milfhunter left her services milfhunter more screwed up than when they arrived.
 This was the perfect time to take this baby out for a test drive kiana, Monica decided. She unzipped her white sweater milfhunter, which sprang apart instantly. Her milfhunter enormous, man-melting mammaries exuberantly overflowed the webbing of her bra. Monica ran milfhunter the tip of the vibrator across her nipples experimentally. "Mmmmmm yes milfhunter, very nice milfhunter kiana," she milfhunter whispered milfhunter, eyes closed milfhunter.
 The milfhunter door burst open. "Dr milfhunter. Sucksgood. Are you all right site?" Kerri exclaimed. "I heard you -- oh my god." The naive receptionist had not expected to see her employer, boot-wrapped legs spread wide on her desk, shamelessly pleasuring herself milfhunter with milfhunter a milfhunter buzzing gold milfhunter dildo. Her eyes locked milfhunter on Monica's pussy, where milfhunter the oversexed psychologist was still easing the vibrator in milfhunter and out slowly, enjoying the warm afterglow of her adventure.
 She started planning some changes for her little receptionist. First thing milfhunter was to get her into milfhunter kiana some properly revealing clothes. Something to distract the patients, to make Monica's kiana job of milfhunter separating them from their milfhunter money a little easier milfhunter. Fishnet stockings and milfhunter spike-heeled platform sandals would be her trademark. No underwear. Kerri was living with her boyfriend, but Monica would milfhunter tell her kiana to dump him. She wasn milfhunter't about to share milfhunter that milfhunter tongue with milfhunter anybody.
 She spread milfhunter her legs a little wider milfhunter, as the acid seeped deeper into her soul.
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