 Dr. Sondgaard looked at her watch. "All right papi. I papi have a free hour before papi Mr. Albright gets here. I can review those files some other day papi."
 Anyone could see that the man was in distress; it didn't take a psychologist to figure that out. The first papi thing was papi to get him calmed down a little, Monica decided, work through the crisis, then look at the long-term situation. It didn't help that he had hardly said a word since he came papi in.
 "OK, Damien," Dr. Sondgaard began, deliberately using l his first name to establish rapport, "calm word yourself word down if you can papi. I'm here papi to help you. Nothing is going to hurt you papi in papi this office. Try taking three deep breaths."
 She kept word her continence even. "What kind of power, Damien?" she asked gently.
 He drew a l breath. "Doctor, are papi you familiar with the folk papi wisdom that a man has a sexual thought about every fifteen papi minutes papi?"
 He was l papi word becoming increasingly papi agitated. He got up papi from the couch and began to pace back l papi word and papi forth, gesticulating as he spoke. "This papi power papi of mine, this thing word in my head papi, it works papi just like papi that papi. I don't have to papi do anything. I just have to want something to papi change, and it changes."
 He sat down word heavily. "It's like acid," he papi said softly. "An papi acid of the papi mind. It papi eats away at my humanity, bit by bit. Corroding. Corrupting. Eventually it will leak out, and word my soul will be papi indelibly stained."
 Heads papi.
 Monica sat papi down again. She noticed his eyes on her nylons but decided not to pull down word her miniskirt. Let about him look papi. Better men papi should admire her shapely legs papi than ignore her papi small chest.
 "I papi must, Damien," Monica insisted. "You have to l papi word show papi me the papi power, or face papi up to the papi fact that it may not exist." This was harsh, but a papi breakthrough in the first session was a real papi possibility word. She prepared papi herself for his collapse when the "power" did not work. Then they could get at his real problem.
 "Please," he said again. "I don't want to do this."
 Monica pulled herself together. Whatever was going papi on here, she still had a patient that needed help. She knelt down papi in front of him. "Damien, listen to me," she said gently, lifting l papi word his head in one hand papi.
 "Let papi's consider, for the sake of argument, that you really have some sort of extraordinary power. What makes papi you so papi certain papi that about it will harm you? Can't you learn to papi use it, test it out a papi little word at papi a time, tame the beast before it devours you?"
 For the first time his face papi looked hopeful. "You -- you think that could work?"
 "Right papi."
 She papi noticed his gaze papi lingering papi on her titanic titties again. She loved the way men papi were always staring at her chest. That was why she wore --
 Monica whirled to papi face Damien. Her breasts and papi heels almost made her lose her balance. "What -- what about have you done papi!" she papi almost word shouted about.
 "Look, Damien l," she said urgently, "You can fight this. You don't papi have to give in to the temptation papi. These -- what you've done to me is just childishness. It word's papi a selfish indulgence, like masturbation. It l papi word's like when I slip two fingers into my cunny on papi the papi train and try to get papi myself papi off papi without anybody noticing papi." Dammit.
 "Ah, don't worry Doc, she's right here. I brought her with me. He flipped papi a hand lazily and word the locked door to Monica's office swung open. "Hey, sweetmeat, wiggle your tail in l here word," he papi said offhandedly.
 At the moment, the sofa was occupied. Kerri was on the bottom, or at least a papi busty centrefold word model that looked like Kerri, wearing nothing but fishnet stockings and her trademark black patent sandals with papi six-inch platform heels. She had her legs in the air. She was panting loudly as she papi was vigorously fucked by a musclebound man that Monica vaguely recognized.
 Monica felt her panties moisten. The sight papi of the two lovers bucking and pumping in her office instantly turned on her juices, as virtually papi anything papi sexual always did. No, wait papi, he papi had changed that too. She grimaced, struggling to remember what papi was real papi and what was Damien's artifice.
 "I'm papi Professor Alicia Cummins. Damien's graduate supervisor." Monica stared at her in shock. Yummy tits, but not as big as mine, she thought smugly.
 Monica looked down at her papi shoes for a moment papi. The polish was so keen papi she papi could see l papi word her reflection. She gave him her best apologetic look, the one that worked so well on all her teachers. "Wellll, not all word of them papi, sir. Only... my panties papi."
 It took a moment for this papi information papi to papi sink in. "You papi mean you... take papi them off... and walk around the rest of the papi day without any... Good Lord. In my school. And you always papi wearing your uniform... like that...." He swallowed.
 The headmaster groaned. He papi shifted position in his seat l, looking l papi word uncomfortable. "All right," he said at last. "I see what we papi will have to papi do. You are not to remove your undergarments for papi anyone while l you are papi on the school papi grounds papi. Is that understood?"
 "Precisely papi. It word is the only way to papi ensure that you do papi not continue with this preposterous lewdness. We will begin today. Bend over and grab your ankles."
 "Bullshit." exclaimed about Monica, all l pretence of calmness l papi word abandoned papi. She resisted the urge to scream. "Don't try to pretend that I papi'm papi like you, you monster. I papi do have moral values and I live by them. I can't sweet-talk my way through life and I wouldn't if papi I could papi." She could almost feel the acid assaulting her, dribbling into papi her brain.
 "But you l have, Doctor," Damien insisted. Abruptly he grabbed Alicia by the shoulders and pushed papi her onto the carpet, the way a man would toss a cat off his lap. Immediately she crawled back and wrapped herself serenely around one leg. "You have been using your feminine charms to satisfy your papi own desires your l whole life. Don't l papi word you remember?"
 The room papi was semi-dark and smelled of antiseptic. "Please, please Monica, my darling, I can't wait any longer." She was in papi the arms of a much l papi word older man. He was eagerly planting papi kisses about all over her lips, her face papi, her hair. "You word make me so hot. I want papi you papi now."
 George groaned papi in helpless lust. He began to paw and grope hungrily, while Monica encouraged him with more kisses. There was a patient papi on the other side of the curtain but he was heavily papi sedated and Monica didn't care.
 "Georgy," Monica whispered a few minutes later, "remember word what we talked about l the other day?"
 Her patient got to his feet, idly kicking papi Alicia aside. She papi giggled like a foolish girl papi. Damien said papi: "Sorry papi Doctor papi, I think it's time for me to go. You have papi a lot of reminiscing to do."
 The article was shameless boosterism about papi Monica and her lavish success. It didn't papi spend a lot of time on papi technical matters like psychological techniques papi or papi success rates. It did not mention papi that Monica's satisfied, madly devoted patients left her services papi more screwed papi up word than l when they arrived.
 "Thanks, Kerri," Monica replied. Her appointment at one was a man named Damien. He papi hadn't said much when he booked the appointment, except that his problem papi was unusual.
 Monica was glad he had backed about out. It gave her a few papi moments to relax. She remembered a papi boyfriend in high school named Damien papi. Best damned l papi word lover she l papi word'd word ever papi had papi. She wondered what ever happened to him.
 Rapture. The l papi word vibrator quivered and danced inside her like a living thing. She papi lay her l papi word head back, groaning, and played the dildo in and out, as papi slowly as she papi could bear. It fit papi so perfectly, it was almost as if it had papi been custom-designed word to fit her pussy. Could papi such a thing be done? As her papi breathing became laboured papi and her arm motions more rapid, further thought on the question l became impossible.
 "Oh, very good, my dear," Monica sighed. "You are a about natural. Yes, use your tongue like papi that." She papi leaned papi back in the chair papi again and wallowed in Kerri l's artful ministrations. What l papi word a wonderful papi gift.
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