Her employer stepped into gay the reception area of her office, shaking out gay her umbrella. "Lunch was wet free," she replied . "The streets are wet gay, the gay cab was wet, and I'm gay wet." She folded her umbrella and ran her fingers through short brown hair. "My hair is a mess," she gay supplied. She started unbuttoning her raincoat. She stopped when she saw her receptionist was gay about to say something.
"Kerri, please tell me nothing has come up while I was out."
"Well now," she said, settling into her professional demeanour, "Damien, is it? I'm Dr. Monica Sondgaard." She extended a gay hand. The other man shook it but said nothing.
Monica gayorgy sat gay down in the big chair beside her desk gay. She pulled out her notebook. She studied the distraught young man sitting in front of her. He was under thirty, of no gay unusual size or character, with a bland, forgettable face. A rather plain woman herself, Monica had a lot of sympathy for gay the gayorgy ordinary gay.
Monica groaned inwardly. Not another one. Eight months earlier gay she had written a paper for a psychological journal about paranormal gayorgy experiences such as hauntings and alien abductions. Even though her paper showed how all these traumas could be explained and treated gay by conventional therapy, it gay had led to a parade of oddballs through her office.
He drew a breath. "Doctor, are you familiar with the gay folk wisdom that a man has a sexual gay thought about every fifteen minutes?"
"Those thoughts are mostly pretty harmless free, right? They're momentary fantasies gayorgy. A gay man sees gay a pretty girl on the street and he thinks, 'wow, nice ass. I wonder what she would look like bending over on a diving board gay.' A moment gay later he gay has forgotten all about it."
He gayorgy was becoming increasingly agitated gayorgy. He got up from the couch and began gay to pace back and forth, gesticulating as he spoke. "This power gayorgy of mine, this thing in my head, it works just like gay that. I don't have to do anything. I just have gay to want something orgy to change, and gay it changes."
"I know gay this is all true. Yet the effort gay of not using the gay power is getting to gay be more gay than I can bear. I can feel the power gay inside me: tempting me, eroding my willpower gay, wearing away at gayorgy my moral convictions."
He wound down, looking at Monica expectantly, hoping for understanding gayorgy. She arched a delicate eyebrow. Most of her patients didn't present such unusual symptoms. She shook off the clinging image of a schoolgirl having public sex on a bus long enough to realize that he had gayorgy concocted an elaborate gayorgy delusion.
"Because I already have," he gayorgy said quietly.
The man thought about gayorgy it for a moment. "Do you have a coin gay?" he free asked.
"Again." Heads gay once more gayorgy.
What gay was going on? For a brief moment, Monica free just stood gay there, dumbfounded gay. It had been gayorgy pouring rain gayorgy. She remembered gay distinctly . There was gayorgy no umbrella stand gayorgy. "What.... how...?" she stammered gayorgy.
"Right."
"That's the spirit," Monica encouraged him. "You see, you don't have to carry the weight of the gay world on your gay shoulders, regardless of how strange your situation may be."
She noticed his gaze lingering on her titanic titties again gay. She loved the way men were always staring at her chest. That was why she orgy wore --
Wait a minute. Something was gayorgy wrong. Damien was still smiling at her, but orgy there was something free different in his free gaze. Something she didn't like gay. Wordlessly she got to her feet and went to stand before the full-length mirror along one wall. She gayorgy used it sometimes, to gay get patients to "look at themselves." Monica was looking at herself now. What she saw amazed her gay.
"You see, he gay can change anything he wants. This power gayorgy of his -- it's orgy irresistible. Eventually free he even changed me. I adore him, Dr. Sondgaard orgy. I'm utterly gay devoted now." The lace-and-leather- clad professor looked down on her student with a worshipful gaze gayorgy, tussling his hair absently . Damien made a little clucking sound and patted his knee. Monica expected gay Alicia to sit in his gayorgy lap, but instead she sank to her booted gay knees beside him gay and laid her gayorgy head in his lap like a dog.
For a gay moment he seemed to consider it. "Well, perhaps so," he said orgy thoughtfully, "but if orgy I bring gay a little more beauty and happiness into the world that can't be all bad gay. Besides, you are hardly one to complain gay about bending the rules, the way you have been manipulating men all your life."
"Precisely. It is gayorgy the only way to ensure that gay you do not continue with this preposterous lewdness. We orgy will begin today. Bend over and grab your ankles."
"You might free lose your panties gay," Damien sniggered. He already had both hands under her tiny skirt.
"That's OK gay," she replied, "I've had my inspection."
"That, that never gay happened," Monica stammered, "You made that all up." It was impossible gayorgy that her teen years could have been like that, or that Damien could have been her boyfriend. The memory was like gay a scene gay from a dirty movie, not gayorgy real life.
Damien said: "Don't your see, Doctor? We are all fundamentally selfish, always taking advantage of others for our own benefit. Even you. I'm a little better at beating the system, that's gay all free."
"What? Please, honey, I told you there's nothing gayorgy I can do. It's the best psychiatric school in the country. We get thousands of applicants. There's a waiting list..."
Monica flipped open a couple of buttons. "I've got a couple of great references," she husked, still stroking expertly. "Maybe gayorgy you gay should look gay them over." She used her free hand to guide his head gay to her chest.
"I admit some of my behaviour free might gay be construed as gay immoral," Damien observed thoughtfully gayorgy, "but gay your life-long gay manipulations of others in pursuit of wealth and pleasure are immoral to gay a similar gay degree gayorgy. By comparison, my faults are minor gay. You see that now free, don't you Doctor gay?"
Something gay about Damien gayorgy got her thinking gay about a gift. Not quite gay knowing why, she opened the bottom drawer of her desk. She took out gayorgy the gleaming rosewood box and flipped open the lid.
She massaged her melons for gayorgy a few minutes, then gay decided to move on to the main event. She still had her feet gay on the desk. Monica's miniskirt was also tight, but a quick free flick of another zipper revealed the pink jewel that some gay women covered with panties. Her crotch free-high boots negated the need to gayorgy wear stockings. Monica turned the gold vibrator gay up a notch and slowly slipped it in.
Monica waggled a finger at gay her. "Come here," she said. Instantly the young girl trotted around and knelt between gayorgy Monica's skin- smooth black gayorgy boots. She leaned forward, tongue extended, and began to lick gay tentatively. She made a little mewling sound deep in her throat.
She started planning some changes for her little receptionist. First thing gayorgy was to get her into some properly revealing clothes. Something to distract the patients gay, to make gayorgy Monica's job of separating them from their money a little easier. Fishnet stockings and spike-heeled gay platform gay sandals would be her trademark . No underwear. Kerri was living with gay her boyfriend, but Monica would tell her to dump him. She wasn't about to share gay that tongue gay with gay anybody.
She gayorgy spread her legs a little wider, as the acid seeped free deeper gayorgy into her gay soul.
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