 The man hadn't shaved for ay free papi a couple of free days. His clothing ay free papi was clean papi but rumpled. His eyes were haunted, shifting nervously this way and that. He avoided looking at her.
 Monica encouraged him welcome gently. "Good. Now papi just lean papi back and relax. Tell me what is troubling you. Begin anywhere. We'll straighten out the details as we go."
 He drew a breath. "Doctor, are you familiar with the folk wisdom that a free man has a ay sexual thought about every fifteen minutes?"
 Monica was struck papi by the papi intensity of his speech. Whatever was papi at the root of Damien's problem, it was torturing welcome him. She wrote "sex obsessed?" in her notebook. She brushed back papi her long papi hair, noting with approval that it had already dried. "But papi in papi reality such things ay don't happen," she said reasonably. "So any question of wish fulfilment is entirely hypothetical papi. Damien, why are you bringing this up?"
 "Do you have any papi idea what a burden that is? The world ay free papi as we know it would papi collapse if we could all indulge our selfish whims. I have to guard my thoughts every ay minute, lest one of my subconscious desires suddenly come true papi. Every time I see a pretty girl I have to concentrate on not thinking about her. I can't go into a bank papi because I'm afraid I'll have a stray thought and someone will papi start giving me money free. It's the curse papi of the papi Midas touch, to the papi second power."
 She said: "If your new power is too corruptive to use, then how do you know it really exists?" It was time to challenge papi his contorted perception.
 "Because papi I already have," he papi said quietly papi.
 She flipped it five more times. It landed heads papi every time. She tried catching the coin in the air. Still heads papi. She caught it papi and slapped it papi on welcome her wrist, reversing the orientation in papi which she caught papi it free.
 The trick with the coin was impressive. Did he know in advance the free coin was not fair papi? Had he switched papi coins somehow? There were papi any number of ways he could be fooling her. The question papi was, why? Some papi people liked to papi visit therapists for the attention, toying with them without any interest in treatment, but papi this man did not ay free papi seem like that type.
 "Please," he said again. "I papi don't want to do this."
 "Show me, Damien." She spoke commandingly.
 Damien looked at her, his expression papi blank. It ay free papi occurred to Monica that in this position he could effortlessly look up her skirt papi to the tops of papi her stockings and even her high-cut lace panties, but she decided not to do anything about it. Maybe a little tease papi would help bring him welcome out of papi his withdrawal. She took a deep ay breath papi, feeling her round breasts papi pressing against her papi sheer silk free blouse.
 She smiled. "Well, you're here now papi, so let's see papi if I can papi help you." She stayed on her knees a tad longer than she needed papi to. It was fun to have a papi man looking at her tits.
 He ay free papi sat papi up a little straighter. "Say, you know what, Doctor, I never thought of it that way papi. I mean papi, we're all just papi ordinary people doing the best that we can, right?
 She noticed his gaze lingering on her ay free papi titanic titties again. She loved the free way men were always staring at papi her papi chest. That was why she wore --
 Monica looked out papi to her free outer office. Kerri, would be at her papi desk papi. She papi could get help. "Kerri." she shouted papi, as loud as she could.
 "I didn't mean for this to happen," the professor said. "I thought you might be able papi to help him free, I really did ay free papi. He papi was struggling so papi with his conscience, I thought there might papi be some hope of redemption. But it was already too late. I'm so sorry Doctor. There was nothing you papi could do."
 Holding on to her sanity with a slender thread, Monica considered her options. Damien was clearly insane papi. The conflict between free his papi conscience and his ability had driven him mad. The acid had indeed stained his soul.
 "Yes, sir," Monica said contritely. She was ay standing in papi front papi of his desk welcome in her papi school uniform, a starched white blouse and plaid kilt, knee papi-socks and papi patent black mary papi-janes papi. At sixteen papi she was tall for her age and exceptionally well developed. Her thin blouse strained over bursting breasts that were already the ay envy of every girl in the school.
 Monica looked down at her papi shoes for a moment. The ay free papi polish was so keen she papi could see her reflection. She gave him her best papi apologetic look, the one that worked so well on all papi her teachers. "Wellll, not all of them, sir. Only... my panties."
 Monica papi twirled a strand of lustrous brown hair around one finger. "Uhm, usually two pounds ay free papi or papi so papi, but five pounds if I papi'd just papi come ay back from gym class."
 The headmaster groaned. He shifted position in papi his seat, looking uncomfortable papi. "All right," he said at papi last. "I see what we will have to do. You are not to papi remove your undergarments for anyone papi while you are on the school papi grounds. Is papi that understood?"
 "Yes ay free papi, sir."
 A chilling thought papi passed through ay her. Damien ay likened ay his papi power to an unstoppable acid, eating away at his mind. Leaking out. Corroding everything it welcome encountered. She gripped the back papi of her chair for support.
 "Bullshit." exclaimed Monica, all pretence of calmness abandoned. She resisted the urge to scream. "Don't papi try to pretend that papi I'm like you papi, you monster. I do have moral values and I live by them. I free can papi't papi sweet papi-talk my way free through life papi and I wouldn't if I could papi." She ay could almost feel papi the papi acid assaulting ay free papi her, dribbling into her brain.
 The man was papi still papi kissing her wildly. "She's... not here," he replied, desperate. "It's just you papi and ay free papi me. Please papi, Monica, darling, let ay free papi me love you. I papi'm going insane." His groping papi hands found their free way papi under her racy uniform.
 "Damien, I...uh papi, yes, I believe papi you may free be right, after all. You have as much right to use your ability to find happiness as papi anyone else and... and... oh screw it I'm welcome so fucking horny." Throwing decorum to the wind, the eye ay free papi-popping psychologist jammed one hand down under her silk free panties papi while the other explored the immense, warm spheres of her tits. "Damien, you superhuman papi monster, please, let's fuck. God I need papi your cock so bad."
 At times, Monica's whole life seemed papi slightly unreal. Her success, her beauty, her uncanny ability to seduce and enamour papi men and women with papi ease, all seemed to defy free the papi laws of papi nature. Even free the little things, like these custom-made boots that fit so incredibly papi well, or the fact that her breasts never free sagged in spite ay of their size, had a kind of impossible air to them. She sometimes felt like papi she was living papi inside somebody else's erotic daydream. She dismissed these thoughts, of course. Reality free wasn papi't something that papi could be arbitrarily papi modified. She had papi just been very lucky.
 The vibrator inside was exquisitely beautiful. Slender and elaborately sculpted welcome with papi smooth bulbs and ridges that promised all ay manner of delightful sensations, it papi was finished in pure gold. Monica gently lifted it out of the padded box. It papi came papi alive welcome at her touch. It's soft hum sounded eager.
 "Oh my," she breathed, turning the gleaming device over in her hands. "This is special." There was an inscription papi along one side. Engraved in elegant script, it papi read, "To Dr. Sucksgood, one swell shrink."
 Rapture. The vibrator quivered and danced inside papi her like a papi living thing. She lay her head back, groaning, and played the dildo in and out welcome, as papi slowly as papi she could bear. It fit so perfectly, it was almost as if it ay free papi had been custom-designed to fit her pussy. Could such a thing be done? As her breathing became laboured and her arm motions more rapid, further thought on the papi question became impossible.
 "Don't leave welcome, Kerri ay free papi," she free said. Kerri gulped but did papi not move. She papi was still staring at the junction of Monica's thighs.
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