Dr. Sondgaard frowned, scolding herself for her momentary envy of Kerri's well-shaped breasts retroraw. Funny she had never noticed retroraw them before though.
"Doctor," the man said, "You have got to help me. I retroraw can't retroraw handle this any more. I read in the paper that you know something about the paranormal. Maybe you can understand. I have this -- this thing inside me retroraw, this power or ability or something -- and retroraw it's driving retroraw me crazy."
The slender brunette flicked a speck of dust retroraw off her retroraw designer retroraw suit . She wrote "delusional?" in her notebook retroraw. "I see," she said, although she didn't. "You have some special mental ability. Where did this retroraw, uhm, "power" come retroraw from?"
Monica retroraw could already see the retroraw outline of the retroraw man 's problem. Some sort of quasi-religious experience had caused a delusional break, clouding the lines between fantasy and reality. Could be evidence of a serious psychosis. Could be just working too hard. She retroraw decided to probe a little deeper.
"So you believe you now have retroraw an exceptional mental ability. You can change things sexy around you, I think you said? So what exactly is the problem?"
"Because that is my whole problem retroraw! This power of mine, it doesn't just reside in my conscious mind, it's in my unconscious mind too. It's become an integral part of my being. Look, how do sexy you raise your retroraw arm? You don 't think about it retroraw, you just do it. You want your arm retroraw to retroraw be raised , and your unconscious mind retroraw takes care of the details retroraw."
He was becoming increasingly agitated. He got up retroraw from the couch and began to retroraw pace back and forth, gesticulating as he retroraw spoke. "This power of mine, this thing in my head, it works just like that. I don't have to do anything. I just have to want something to change, and it changes."
"I know this retroraw is all true. Yet the effort of not using the retroraw power is retroraw getting to be more than I sexy can bear. I retroraw can feel the power inside me: tempting sexy me, eroding my willpower, wearing away at my moral convictions retroraw."
He sat down heavily. "It's like retroraw acid retroraw," he said softly. "An acid of the mind. It eats retroraw away at my humanity, bit by bit. Corroding. Corrupting. Eventually it will leak out, and my retroraw soul will be retroraw indelibly stained."
Monica shrugged and flipped again. It came retroraw up heads.
"Show me, Damien retroraw." She spoke commandingly.
He sat up retroraw a little straighter . "Say, you know what, Doctor, I never thought of it that way. I mean , we're all just ordinary people doing the best retroraw that we can, right?
Monica felt one of those rare moments of retroraw satisfaction that came from knowing she had used her skills to genuinely help somebody. It was a good feeling, like the contented buzz retroraw she got from sucking cock.
After a long moment a breathless voice responded: "S-Security sexy."
Monica looked out to her retroraw outer office. Kerri, would be at her retroraw desk. She retroraw could retroraw get help. "Kerri." she sexy shouted, as retroraw loud as she could.
"That's Mr. Albright, your two-o'clock," Damien supplied. "I helped him a little with his retroraw shyness and retroraw agoraphobia. Of course, a nine-inch cock and sheer animal magnetism that few women can resist will help a lot too."
Monica felt her panties moisten. The sight of the two lovers retroraw bucking and pumping in her office instantly turned on her juices, as virtually sexy anything sexual retroraw always did. No, wait, he retroraw had changed that retroraw too. She grimaced retroraw, struggling to remember what was retroraw real and retroraw what was retroraw Damien's artifice.
"I'm Professor Alicia retroraw Cummins. Damien's retroraw graduate supervisor ." Monica retroraw stared at her in retroraw shock. Yummy tits, but retroraw not as big as mine, she thought retroraw smugly.
Holding on to her sanity with a slender thread, Monica considered her options. Damien retroraw was retroraw clearly insane retroraw. The conflict between his conscience and his ability had retroraw driven him mad. The acid had indeed retroraw stained his soul retroraw.
She considered jumping him, maybe catching him by surprise, but she was certain she retroraw could not do that. She didn't know why. All retroraw she knew for certain retroraw was that retroraw Damien's power, whatever it was, was retroraw immense and real, and that she dearly retroraw loved to fuck retroraw.
Out retroraw in the outer office, Kerri began to scream in ecstasy as Mr . Albright brought retroraw her to yet retroraw another orgasm. The man retroraw caught Monica's eye and winked at her. The retroraw door began to swing closed slowly.
The headmaster studied his precocious student's behind for a long time. Monica's skimpy blue panties were retroraw much smaller than the regulation white ones she was supposed to retroraw wear retroraw. But she had given retroraw those all away. She liked the way the new ones slipped up into retroraw her crack and tickled her while retroraw she walked.
Yet at the same time she remembered every detail as well sexy as anything that ever happened to her. Within a sexy week the retroraw headmaster had been openly masturbating while he "inspected" her panties, and by the end of the term he had retroraw been wearing retroraw them retroraw. It was all there, as clear as a bell. But...
"Bullshit." exclaimed sexy Monica, all pretence of calmness abandoned. She retroraw resisted retroraw the urge to retroraw scream. "Don't sexy try to pretend that I'm like you, you monster. I do have moral retroraw values and I retroraw live by them. I can't retroraw sweet-talk my way through sexy life and I wouldn't retroraw if retroraw I could." She could almost feel the acid assaulting her, dribbling into her brain.
"Georgy," Monica whispered retroraw a few minutes later, "remember what we talked retroraw about the retroraw other sexy day?"
The older man was gasping for breath. "Monica, darling... please retroraw... It, it's retroraw not that uh. oh god, not retroraw that easy retroraw. You need uhn, transcripts and retroraw, and retroraw r retroraw-references..."
"Oh sweet heaven how could I have forgotten that retroraw," Monica gasped, her retroraw face flushed retroraw with heat. She collapsed into retroraw her chair, breathing hard sexy. She ran one retroraw hand over her stupendous chest retroraw, feeling the hard retroraw, sensitive nipples. Acid. There was acid everywhere now, flooding her retroraw mind, eating away retroraw at retroraw her retroraw resolve, dissolving her conscience into smoke.
Her patient got to his feet, idly kicking Alicia aside. She giggled like a foolish girl retroraw. Damien said: "Sorry Doctor, I retroraw think it's time for me to go. You have a lot of reminiscing to do."
The intercom buzzed. Monica flicked the talk retroraw button with the heel retroraw of retroraw one retroraw boot. "Doctor," came Kerri's voice. "Your one o'clock just cancelled."
Rapture. The vibrator quivered and danced inside her like a living thing retroraw. She lay retroraw her head back, groaning, and played retroraw the dildo in and retroraw out retroraw, as slowly as she could bear. It fit so perfectly, it retroraw was almost as if it had been custom-designed to fit her pussy. Could such a thing be done? As her breathing became laboured and her retroraw arm motions more rapid, further thought retroraw on the question became retroraw impossible.
The door burst open. "Dr. Sucksgood. Are you all right?" Kerri retroraw exclaimed. "I retroraw heard you -- oh my retroraw god." The naive receptionist had not expected to see retroraw her retroraw employer, boot-wrapped legs spread wide on her desk, shamelessly pleasuring herself retroraw with a buzzing gold dildo. Her retroraw eyes locked on Monica's pussy, where the oversexed psychologist retroraw was still easing the vibrator in and retroraw out slowly, enjoying the warm afterglow of her adventure.
"Don't leave, Kerri retroraw," she said. Kerri gulped but retroraw did not move. She was still staring at the retroraw junction of retroraw Monica's thighs.
Monica felt a twinge of retroraw guilt about what she had planned for poor Kerri. It passed quickly. After all, everybody was basically retroraw selfish, trying to get ahead of retroraw the system a retroraw little retroraw, gain some personal advantage. She was just a little better at beating retroraw the system retroraw than retroraw most retroraw people.
She spread her sexy legs a little wider, as retroraw the acid seeped deeper into her retroraw soul.
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