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     Dr . Sondgaard gayporn looked at her watch. "All right. I gay have a free hour gay before Mr. Albright gets here. I can gay review those files some other day."
     The man hadn gayporn't shaved for a couple of days. His clothing was clean but rumpled. His eyes were gayporn haunted, shifting nervously this way and that. He avoided gay looking at her.
     "I have no gay idea," he replied. "I gay don't understand it. It's just that I think -- no, I know that somehow I can change things. With my mind, I mean. I can manipulate things and events gay around me. It's frightening."
     He wound down, looking at Monica expectantly, hoping gayporn for understanding gay. She arched a delicate eyebrow. Most of her patients didn't present gay such unusual symptoms gayporn. She shook off the clinging image pictures of a schoolgirl gay having public sex gay on gay a bus long enough to realize gayporn that he pictures had gay concocted an elaborate delusion.
     Something gayporn about the way he said that troubled Monica. She decided to press on.
     "Damien you're trying to avoid gayporn the issue. I don't want to talk about --"
     "Tell me about the weather." he shouted with sudden fury.
     "It's been gay raining all day."
     Damien looked at her, his pictures expression porn blank. It gay occurred to Monica that in this position he could effortlessly look gay up her skirt to the tops of her stockings and gay even her gay high-cut lace panties, but she decided not to do porn anything about it. Maybe a little tease would help bring him out gay of his withdrawal. She took a deep breath, feeling her round breasts pressing against gay her sheer silk gay blouse.
     "As it is for all gayporn of us. Remember gay Damien gayporn, you had your moral porn values established before you received this gift, or whatever it is. You still have that beacon to gay guide you. The very gay fact that you gay are so distraught about what you have not even done yet proves that you are a man of strong porn moral character gayporn. Use that strength to gay steer your use gay of the power."
     "That's the spirit," Monica encouraged him. "You see , you don pictures't have to carry the gay weight of the world on your shoulders gayporn, regardless of how strange your situation may be."
     She worked her puffy red lips into a smile to match his, grateful that she had at last gayporn been porn able to do something gay for him . There was still a great porn mystery here, this so-called power, and what it was really doing (hypnotism? complex self-deception?) but that could wait until gay another session. Damien gay had made great progress.
     Wait a minute. Something was gay wrong. Damien was gay still gay smiling at her, but there was something different in his gaze. Something she didn gay't like. Wordlessly she got to her feet and gayporn went to stand before the full-length mirror along one wall. She used it gay sometimes, to get patients to "look at themselves." Monica was looking at herself now. What she porn saw amazed her.
     After a long moment a breathless voice responded gay: "S-Security."
     "This is Dr gayporn. Sucksgood, I mean Sondgaard, in 319. I need a security detail gay, on gayporn the double." Damn, her voice sounded so sexy.
     "You see, I told you the temptation would be too gay much. My graduate supervisor was curious . She wanted to see how gay the power worked. She gay let the acid out. Once gay I started using gay the power, once I realized just how much gayporn fucking porn fun it is, I simply gay couldn't gay stop."
     "That's gay Mr. Albright, your two-o'clock," Damien supplied. "I helped him a little with gayporn his shyness and agoraphobia. Of course, a nine porn-inch gay cock and sheer animal magnetism that few women can resist will help a lot too."
     It took a moment for this information to sink gayporn in. "You mean you... take them off... and walk around the rest of the day without any... Good Lord. In my gay school. And you gay always wearing your uniform... like that...." He gay swallowed.
     Monica noticed the headmaster porn's pictures eyes following her hands as she toyed girlishly with her hem. Her uniform skirt was less gayporn than 14 inches long gay and barely pictures covered the curve of her asscheeks at gay the gay best of gay times . It produced gratifying effects whenever she bent over to gay pull gay up her knee socks.
     "Inspection? Sir?"
     Monica's gay uniform skirt was so short that porn bending even gay slightly pictures was sufficient to reveal gayporn whether she wore panties, but gay she complied with the headmaster's command. He gay got to his feet and stepped around behind her. Looking gay up gay at him gay from between her legs, she could see the insistent bulge tenting the front of his gay dress slacks. She smiled inwardly. She wondered briefly if gay he was as big as Mr. Hill, the geography porn teacher.
     "That's OK gayporn," she replied, "I've had my inspection."
     A chilling thought passed through her. Damien likened his gay power to an unstoppable acid, eating away porn at his mind. Leaking out. Corroding everything it encountered. She gripped the back of her chair gay for support.
     George groaned in helpless lust. He began to paw and grope hungrily, while Monica encouraged him with more kisses. There was a patient gayporn on the other side of the curtain but he was heavily sedated and Monica didn't care.
     "What? Please, honey, I told gay you there's nothing gay I can do. It gay's the best psychiatric school in the country. We get thousands of gay applicants. There gay's a waiting list gay..."
     "I admit some of my behaviour might be pictures construed as immoral," Damien observed thoughtfully, "but your life-long manipulations of others in pursuit of wealth gay and pleasure are immoral to a similar degree. By comparison, my faults are gayporn minor. You see that now, don't you Doctor?"
     Through the flood of wicked memories coming back to her, Monica tried to porn fathom what gay Damien was saying. It sort of gayporn made sense, she conceded. She had been gay screwing and seducing gay her way to the top since the day gayporn she sucked off gayporn the paper boy for his delivery money gay. She only went into gayporn psychiatry for the gay money and the chance to fuck with her patients gay' heads gay. Oh god, the acid.
     They gay opened the door to the outer office gay. Kerri was now being happily ploughed gay face-down on her desk gay by the indefatigable Mr. Albright. Her gayporn enormous breasts kept her body suspended several inches above the desk. Files gayporn and papers littered the floor.
     At times, Monica's whole life gayporn seemed slightly unreal. Her success, her beauty gayporn, her uncanny ability gay to seduce and enamour men and women with ease, all seemed to defy the gay laws of nature. Even the little things , like these custom-made boots that fit gayporn so gay incredibly well porn, or the gay fact that her breasts never sagged in gayporn spite of their size, had a kind of impossible air to them. She porn sometimes gayporn felt like gay she was living inside somebody else's erotic daydream. She dismissed these thoughts, of gayporn course. Reality wasn't something that could be arbitrarily modified. She had just been very lucky.
     The door gay burst open. "Dr. Sucksgood. Are you all right?" Kerri exclaimed. "I heard you -- oh my god gay." The naive receptionist had not expected to see her employer, boot-wrapped legs spread wide on her desk, shamelessly gay pleasuring gay herself with a buzzing gold dildo. Her eyes locked on Monica's pussy, where the gay oversexed psychologist was still easing the vibrator in and out slowly, enjoying gay the warm afterglow of her gay adventure.