Kerri pictures was a good six inches shorter than the other woman tit. She was a cute young thing, almost girlish in her powder blue tit sweater and simple black pants. "I'm sorry, Dr vision. Sondgaard," she said respectfully. "You have a walk-in. His name is Damien. He seemed very upset, so titvision I let him wait inside."
She stepped into her private office, raincoat over one pictures arm. She locked the door for privacy. "Sorry to keep you waiting," she said tit to the man tit who looked up titvision from the couch. "I almost drowned waiting for a cab tit." She hung up the tit raincoat and umbrella, then smoothed out tit her modest brown suit. She kicked vision off pictures her tit wet shoes and stepped into a different pair, black flats tit like she always wore tit.
He waved a hand pictures. "I tit performed a ritual. It tit's a very tit old, pre- Druidic rite. It was titvision part of my research for my degree in anthropology. I did it during the planetary alignment a few weeks ago, when the ancients believed cosmic forces were tit strongest. Did titvision you know an alignment like that only happens every thousand years? I won't tit tell you the details of the ritual, but it involves sacrificing small animals titvision and dancing naked around a stone circle under a full moon."
Damien ran a hand through uncombed hair titvision. "I knew it the instant it happened. I don't know how tit to explain it. Lying there on that vision moonlit rock tit, covered with tit mud and blood tit, I felt, sensed, a change titvision in titvision the natural order of vision things, a shift in the force vision or titvision cosmic tit energy, call pictures it what you will titvision. Something tit flowed into me pictures, into my mind, into my soul. Something ancient, timeless, and very powerful."
"But what if he could fulfil pictures these fantasies, however fleeting? What if he could pictures make the girl stop and strip and tit bend over so he could admire her behind? What if he could make a sexy schoolgirl jump into his lap titvision on the bus and make out titvision with pictures him until her tit stop vision? Better yet, what if he could transform titvision any vision ordinary titvision schoolgirl into a teenage sexpot and have her fuck him on the bus in front of everybody. What if he tit could instantly tit fulfil tit all titvision the selfish, base, lustful desires tit that float around pictures in the bilgewater of everybody's unconscious mind? What would become of titvision him then tit?"
"Do you have any idea what a burden that is? The world tit as we know it would collapse if we could all indulge our selfish whims. I have to guard my thoughts every minute , lest one tit of my subconscious desires suddenly come true. Every time I see a pretty girl I tit have to concentrate tit on titvision not thinking about her. I pictures can't go into a bank because I'm tit afraid tit I'll have a stray tit thought and someone will start giving me money. It's the curse of the Midas touch, to tit the second power."
He titvision wound down titvision, looking at Monica expectantly vision, hoping for understanding titvision. 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 concocted an tit elaborate delusion.
"Oh? How did you use pictures it tit?"
Something about the way tit he said tit that troubled Monica. She decided to press on titvision.
Damien was leaning over, his hands clasped in his lap. "I asked you not to make me do that. Oh god, it tit's so tit damned easy."
When he lifted his eyes Monica realized he had indeed been tit looking up her brief skirt. Now his attention shifted to her cleavage. She felt a familiar thrill run through her. "Oh my word, you're an attractive tit woman," he said vision irrelevantly, "I should never have come titvision here."
After a moment she got to her feet and tit sat down in her titvision big chair beside the desk . She crossed her legs automatically, letting her tit foxy skirt slide high on her thighs. One dainty red tit sandal dangled off her toes. She knew she looked good.
"Let's consider, for the vision sake of argument, that you really tit have some sort of extraordinary power. What makes you so certain titvision that it will harm you? Can't you learn tit to use it, test it tit out a tit little at tit a time, tame the beast vision before vision it devours you?"
"Yes, but the temptation, the temptation will always be there."
"Right."
Another long pause. "Uh, (huff titvision), yeah, right, umh, oh pictures god baby, just like that, yeah, sure uh, doc, but uh, me and Aprile and tit umh, what's your name sweetie? uh tit, Margaret, we're kinda busy right titvision now, oh tit shit that's so good. Can we titvision (huff, huff titvision), make it in, about (gasp), twenty minutes. No, don't stop, please, keep it up, make that tit uh, half an hour, watch it girls tit I tit'm gonna blow again."
She tried again . "The tit point is, just because you have slipped once, given into temptation, doesn't mean your cause is lost. You can admit a mistake , fix it and carry on. That's what we all do. Remember a few vision minutes ago we talked about ordinary people doing the best that we can? That tit's what you need to remember."
"She's busy, Doc," Damien said.
Monica felt her panties moisten. The titvision sight of the two lovers bucking and pumping in her office instantly turned on her pictures juices, as virtually anything sexual always did. No titvision, wait, he had changed that too. She grimaced, struggling tit to remember what tit was real and what was Damien's artifice tit.
"Yes pictures, sir vision," Monica said contritely titvision. She was standing in front of his desk in her school uniform, a starched white blouse and plaid kilt vision, knee-socks and titvision patent tit black mary-janes. At sixteen she was tall for her age and exceptionally well developed tit. Her thin blouse strained over bursting breasts that tit were titvision already the pictures envy of every girl in the school.
"Thank tit you, sir," Monica said sweetly tit.
The headmaster tit let out his tit breath. "Very well, Monica," he vision said officiously. "That vision, that tit is all for tit today. I pictures expect to see you tit tomorrow at the same time." He turned away from her and titvision looked out tit the window, perhaps trying to titvision hide his vision erection.
Damien said: "Don't your see, Doctor vision? We are all fundamentally selfish, always taking advantage tit of others for our own benefit. Even tit you. I'm a little better tit at beating the system, that's all."
"Bullshit." exclaimed Monica tit, all pretence of calmness abandoned tit. She resisted the vision urge to scream. "Don't try to pretend that I'm vision like vision you, you monster. I do have moral values and I live by them tit. I can't sweet-talk my way tit through life and I wouldn't if titvision I could." She could almost feel the acid assaulting vision her, dribbling into her titvision brain.
The room was semi-dark and smelled of vision antiseptic. "Please, please Monica tit, my darling, I can't wait any longer." She vision was in the arms of a much titvision older man. He was eagerly planting kisses tit all over tit her lips, her face, her hair. "You make me so hot. I tit want you now."
The man was still kissing her wildly. "She's ... not here," he vision replied tit, desperate. "It's just you and me. Please titvision, Monica, darling, let tit me love vision you. I'm going insane titvision." His groping hands found their way tit under tit her racy uniform.
"Georgy," Monica whispered titvision a few minutes later, "remember what we talked about the tit other day?"
"What? Please, honey, I told you there's nothing I can do. It 's the best tit psychiatric school in tit the country. We get thousands tit of applicants tit. There tit's a waiting list..."
"Damien, I...uh, yes, I believe tit you may be right, after all. You tit have as much right to use your ability to find happiness vision as anyone else and titvision... and... oh screw it I'm so fucking tit horny." Throwing decorum to the wind , the eye-popping psychologist jammed one hand down under her tit silk tit panties while the other explored the immense, warm spheres of her tits. "Damien, you superhuman vision monster, please, let's fuck vision. God I need your cock so bad pictures."
The tit article was shameless vision boosterism about vision Monica and her lavish success. It didn't spend tit a lot of time on technical matters like psychological techniques or success rates pictures. It tit did not mention that Monica's satisfied, madly devoted patients left her services more screwed up than tit when tit they arrived titvision.
Monica knew what tit the article said because she had pretty pictures much written it tit herself. The young journalist that came pictures to interview her had been unprepared either for Monica titvision's tit looks or her sexual manipulations. With a little help from some pills tit she slipped into titvision her drink titvision, Monica soon had the girl tit so tit dazed and tit entranced she hardly knew her vision own vision name. Lolling like an idiot tit, she opened her laptop and typed up the article right there, as Monica whispered the tit sentences into her ear.
Monica was glad titvision he titvision had backed out tit. It gave her a few moments to relax. She remembered a boyfriend in titvision high titvision school named Damien. Best damned lover she'd ever had. She wondered tit what ever happened to him.
"Don't tit leave, Kerri," she said. Kerri gulped but did vision not move. She was still staring at the vision junction of Monica's thighs titvision.
Monica felt a twinge of guilt about what she had planned for poor Kerri tit. It passed quickly. After all, everybody was basically selfish, trying to get ahead of the system a little, gain some personal advantage. She was just a little better at beating the system than most people .
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