 "Kerri bjsandwich, please bjsandwich tell me nothing has come up while bjsandwich I was bjsandwich out."
 Monica bjsandwich groaned inwardly. Not bjsandwich another one. Eight months earlier she had written a paper for bjsandwich a bjsandwich psychological journal about bjsandwich paranormal experiences such as bjsandwich hauntings and bjsandwich alien bjsandwich abductions. Even though her bjsandwich paper showed how all these traumas bjsandwich could bjsandwich be explained and treated by conventional therapy bjsandwich, it had led to bjsandwich a parade of oddballs bjsandwich through her bjsandwich office.
 She kept her continence bjsandwich even. "What kind of power bjsandwich, Damien?" she asked gently.
 Monica could already see the outline of the bjsandwich man bjsandwich's problem. Some sort of quasi-religious experience had caused a bjsandwich delusional break, clouding the lines between fantasy and reality. Could be evidence of a serious psychosis. Could be just working too hard. She decided to probe a little deeper.
 "Yes, of course bjsandwich."
 "Those thoughts are bjsandwich mostly bjsandwich pretty bjsandwich harmless, right? They're momentary fantasies. A man sees a pretty girl on the street and bjsandwich he thinks, 'wow, nice ass bjsandwich. I wonder bjsandwich what she bjsandwich would look like bending over on a bjsandwich diving board.' A moment later bjsandwich he has forgotten all bjsandwich about it."
 "Do you have bjsandwich any idea what a burden bjsandwich that is? The world as we know it would bjsandwich collapse if we could all bjsandwich indulge our selfish whims. I have to guard my thoughts every minute, lest one of my subconscious bjsandwich desires suddenly come true. Every time I see a pretty girl I have to concentrate on not thinking bjsandwich about her. I can't go into a bank because I'm afraid I'll have a stray thought and someone will start giving me money. It's bjsandwich the curse of bjsandwich the Midas touch, to bjsandwich the second power."
 The man thought about it for a bjsandwich moment. "Do you have bjsandwich a coin images?" he asked.
 "Yes," he replied. "I bjsandwich don't want to bjsandwich. That's my whole point. It's too easy to use the power. It's bjsandwich seductive. Sure, just bjsandwich try bjsandwich one little bjsandwich thing images. One small change. Make your life a little easier. Let a bit bjsandwich of the acid out." He shook his head bjsandwich.
 Oh boy bjsandwich, Monica thought bjsandwich privately. This was getting bjsandwich weird bjsandwich. "OK, Damien. We'll work bjsandwich this bjsandwich out together. So far though , your bjsandwich conviction has not matched bjsandwich the bjsandwich evidence. All I've seen you do is a coin trick. You will have to do better than that to convince me."
 Damien seemed to shrink, to draw into himself bjsandwich. "Please, don't force me," he said bjsandwich.
 "Damien you're bjsandwich trying to avoid the issue. I bjsandwich don't want to talk about --"
 What was going on? For a bjsandwich brief moment, Monica just bjsandwich stood there, dumbfounded. It had been pouring rain. She remembered distinctly. There was no umbrella stand. "What.... how bjsandwich...?" she stammered.
 "I bjsandwich'm as confused about this as you are. Nevertheless we are going bjsandwich to work this out together. Understand? Whether your power bjsandwich is real is hardly bjsandwich the point. It's real bjsandwich to you bjsandwich and that's what matters."
 She smiled. "Well, you're here images now, so let bjsandwich's see if I can help you." She bjsandwich stayed on images her knees a tad longer than she needed to. It bjsandwich was fun to bjsandwich have a man looking at her tits.
 "Yes, but the temptation, the temptation will always be there."
 The woman in the mirror was her images, but it was not her. It was like an bjsandwich erotic caricature of herself bjsandwich, a cartoon drawn by a horny teenager with a vivid bjsandwich imagination. Her hair was long, thick bjsandwich and wavy, her lips pouty and red bjsandwich. Big hazel eyes bjsandwich smouldered back at her from underneath long lashes.
 What had been a drab bjsandwich brown suit was now a bjsandwich shamelessly brief, tight microskirt, a see-through white bjsandwich bodyshirt and an unbuttoned bolero jacket bjsandwich, all in the finest silk. The scarlet jacket had gold buttons and gold trim bjsandwich. The outfit clung deliciously to a figure that bjsandwich clearly wasn't hers; not with those spectacular legs, that narrow waist and dandy bottom, or those frankly enormous breasts that would have looked ridiculous had they not been so high bjsandwich and jutting.
 "This is Dr. Sucksgood, I mean Sondgaard, in 319. I need a bjsandwich security detail, on the double bjsandwich." Damn, her bjsandwich voice sounded so sexy.
 "Look , Damien," she said urgently, "You can fight this. You don 't have to give in to bjsandwich the temptation. These -- what you've done to bjsandwich me is just childishness. It's a selfish indulgence, like masturbation. It's like when I slip two fingers into my cunny on bjsandwich the train and try to get myself off without anybody noticing." Dammit.
 "I'm sorry, Dr. Sondgaard," said a bjsandwich soft voice. Monica looked up to see another fantasy standing in the doorway. Her blonde hair tumbled to her waist bjsandwich. Her figure was stunning bjsandwich. She was dressed bjsandwich in bjsandwich a semi-transparent body stocking of bjsandwich purple lace bjsandwich that bjsandwich stretched faithfully images over every mouth-watering curve. The material grew marginally thicker around the crotch, providing more the allure of bjsandwich the images unseen than true privacy.
 "I'm Professor Alicia bjsandwich Cummins. Damien bjsandwich's graduate supervisor." Monica stared at her in shock. Yummy tits, but not as bjsandwich big as mine, she bjsandwich thought bjsandwich smugly.
 The blonde was shaking her bjsandwich head sadly bjsandwich. "I'm sorry Dr. Sondgaard, I can't do that bjsandwich," she explained. She bjsandwich was wearing black, thigh bjsandwich-high boots, the tightest bjsandwich Monica had ever seen. The sleek leather glistened as she sidled up to where Damien was sitting, managing bjsandwich her high-high heels with an ease that could only come from long bjsandwich practice bjsandwich. Just watching her made Monica tingle.
 Monica noticed the headmaster's bjsandwich eyes following her hands as she toyed girlishly with her hem . Her uniform skirt was bjsandwich less than 14 inches long and barely covered bjsandwich the curve of her asscheeks at the best of times. It images produced bjsandwich gratifying effects bjsandwich whenever bjsandwich she bent bjsandwich over to pull up her knee socks.
 "But this... outrageous behaviour bjsandwich has got to stop bjsandwich. At once. Do you understand me, girl?"
 "Uhm, three or four," Monica said. The real number was more like bjsandwich twice that bjsandwich, not bjsandwich even counting the teachers bjsandwich.
 "Good lord," he bjsandwich said again. "And, how much did you usually get bjsandwich?"
 Monica twirled a bjsandwich strand of bjsandwich lustrous bjsandwich brown hair around one finger. "Uhm, usually two bjsandwich pounds or so, but five pounds if I'd just come back from gym class."
 "And to ensure your compliance, you will report to my office once each day bjsandwich for inspection."
 "Inspection? Sir?"
 "Let's go to the bjsandwich storeroom."
 "You might lose your panties," Damien sniggered. He bjsandwich already had both hands under her tiny skirt.
 Damien said: "Don't your see, Doctor? We are all fundamentally selfish bjsandwich, always taking advantage of others for our bjsandwich own benefit. Even you. I'm a little better bjsandwich at beating the system bjsandwich, that's all."
 One bjsandwich delicate hand bjsandwich slipped down into his scrubs. "But you're the head of the whole bjsandwich school, Georgy," Monica purred bjsandwich. "You can let in whoever bjsandwich you want bjsandwich, can't bjsandwich you? Couldn't you make one bjsandwich little exception, just for me images?"
 George made an incoherent sound from between images Monica's melons. His scrubs slipped down around his ankles.
 Monica groaned lustfully, her fingers flying inside her pussy. Damien paused at the door while bjsandwich his graduate bjsandwich supervisor struggled to her booted bjsandwich feet bjsandwich and joined bjsandwich him bjsandwich. "Bye Dr bjsandwich. Sondgaard bjsandwich." she said. "Thanks for everything. I'm so glad you could help him."
 Something about Damien got her thinking about a gift. Not quite knowing why bjsandwich, she opened the bottom bjsandwich drawer of her desk. She took out the bjsandwich gleaming rosewood bjsandwich box and flipped bjsandwich open the bjsandwich lid.
 There was another gift. How did she know that ? Feeling orgasm approaching like a runaway freight bjsandwich-train she grappled groggily with a half bjsandwich-memory. Another gift bjsandwich. It bjsandwich was... just outside the door. Monica screamed bjsandwich outright bjsandwich as her bjsandwich gold bjsandwich companion brought her to a splendid peak.
 She started planning some bjsandwich changes for her little receptionist. First thing was to get her into some properly revealing clothes bjsandwich. Something to distract the patients, to bjsandwich make bjsandwich Monica's job of bjsandwich separating them from their money a little easier. Fishnet stockings and spike-heeled platform sandals would be her trademark. No underwear. Kerri was living with bjsandwich her boyfriend, but Monica would tell her to bjsandwich dump him. She bjsandwich wasn bjsandwich't about to share that tongue with anybody.
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