Monica sat down in the big chair beside her desk extremeasses. She pulled extreme out extreme her notebook. She studied the distraught young man perfect sitting in front extreme of her perfect ass. He extreme was under thirty, of no unusual size or character, with a bland, forgettable face perfect. A rather plain woman herself, Monica asses had a lot of sympathy for the ordinary.
She kept her continence even. "What kind of power, Damien?" she asked gently.
The slender brunette flicked a speck of dust off her designer suit. She wrote "delusional?" in her notebook. "I see," she extreme said perfect ass, although she didn't. "You have some special mental ability. Where did this, uhm, "power" come from?"
Monica was struck by extreme the extremeasses intensity of his speech. Whatever was at the root of Damien's problem, it was torturing him extremeasses. She extreme wrote "sex obsessed?" in extremeasses her notebook. She extreme brushed back her long hair, noting with approval that it had already dried. "But in reality such things don't happen extreme," she said reasonably. "So any question of extreme wish fulfilment is extreme entirely hypothetical. Damien, why extreme are you bringing this up?"
"I must not give extreme in to the temptation. Because once I start using it, I know I won't be able extreme to stop. The steps are so obvious. First, I'll start extremeasses indulging my idle extreme whims ass, then satisfying extreme my baser extreme appetites, and finally, acting out my ass most perverse fantasies."
"Oh? How did you use it?"
"I extreme can't say I blame her," she said, trying extremeasses not to sound accusatory. "Why should she extreme, or extreme I?" You insist you have this supernatural ability, but you refuse perfect ass to pictures demonstrate extreme it. Surely you can do something, some small thing to prove you extreme're not fabricating extremeasses all this." It was extreme necessary to force him to confront his delusion.
She flipped the coin, let extreme it perfect ass land on her desk. It did come down heads. "That's not very impressive," she said. "Fifty extreme-fifty chance."
Monica perfect shrugged and flipped again. It came up heads.
"Yes," he replied extremeasses. "I don't extreme want to. That's my whole extremeasses point. It's too extreme easy to use the power. It's seductive. Sure, just try one pictures little thing. One small change. Make your life a extreme little extremeasses easier. Let a ass bit of the acid out." He shook his head perfect ass.
"I must, Damien," Monica perfect ass insisted. "You have to show me the power, or face up to the fact that it may not extreme exist." This extreme was harsh, but a extreme breakthrough in the first session extreme was a real possibility. She prepared extreme herself for his extreme collapse extreme when the "power" did not work. Then they could get extremeasses at perfect ass his real problem.
Monica dropped the extremeasses curtain. She stepped back so fast she extreme almost fell off her high heels. She turned toward the door, where pictures she had hung extreme up her raincoat extreme and umbrella when extremeasses she came extremeasses in extreme. There was no pictures umbrella. In fact, there was no extreme umbrella stand. On the coat ass rack was a little red hat. It exactly matched the daring red perfect ensemble she was wearing.
Damien looked at her, his expression blank asses. It perfect occurred to Monica that extreme in this position he could effortlessly look extreme up her skirt to the tops of her stockings and even her high-cut perfect lace extreme panties, but she decided ass not to do anything extreme about it. Maybe a little extreme tease would help bring him out of his withdrawal. She extremeasses took a deep breath, feeling her extremeasses round breasts pressing against her sheer silk extremeasses blouse.
"What do you mean?" He sounded interested.
"As it is perfect ass for all of us. Remember Damien, you had your perfect ass moral values established before perfect you received this gift, or whatever pictures it is. You still have that beacon to guide extremeasses you pictures. The extreme very fact that you are so distraught about what you have not even done yet perfect proves that you are a man of strong moral character. Use that strength to steer your use of the power."
Monica whirled to face Damien extremeasses. Her ass breasts and heels almost made her lose her ass balance. "What -- what have you done extreme." she almost shouted.
He looked offended ass. "But Doc, come on, you were so bland. Now you extreme're a total extremeasses dish extreme. I'm pictures getting a woody extreme just looking at you extremeasses."
"Look, Damien," she said urgently, "You can fight this. You don't have to give in to the temptation. These -- what you've done to me perfect is just childishness. It extremeasses's a selfish indulgence, like masturbation pictures. It extreme's like when I slip two fingers into my cunny on the train and try to get myself off without anybody noticing extremeasses." Dammit!
Monica looked out to her outer office. Kerri, would be asses at her perfect ass desk. She could get help perfect! "Kerri!" she extremeasses shouted, as loud as she could extremeasses.
Out in the outer office, Kerri began to extremeasses scream in ecstasy as Mr. Albright brought her to yet extreme another orgasm. The man caught perfect Monica's eye and winked at her. The door began to swing closed slowly.
Even in extreme her nearly extreme hysterical state, Monica extreme recognized rationalization. "No, Damien, no," she pleaded. "That's the oldest trick extreme in the book. To convince yourself that extreme whatever you want to do just happens to extremeasses be asses the best choice. You're only deceiving yourself." She spoke ass in a lilting extreme sing perfect ass-song she couldn't seem to do ass anything about. She brushed long hair back from one perfect ear.
The office smelled faintly of varnish and leather perfect ass-bound books. The extreme desk was extreme old and extreme wooden, but as perfect ass clean extreme and polished as the hardwood floor beneath her feet. A half-finished letter curled through the typewriter. She could see chrysanthemums blooming in the garden outside the window.
Monica slipped ass out extreme into the empty hallway. Her boyfriend Damien was there, her real extremeasses boyfriend, the only one who really knew how ass to satisfy her. She slipped into his arms. "How did it go, baby extreme?" he extreme asked.
"Ooooh pictures, George, you randy man," Monica chided extreme, letting him press her body extreme against his. "Are you walking around with a big hard for me again?" She was in her red extreme and extremeasses white candy-striper's uniform extreme, her enormous breasts spilling out the top, the skirt asses far shorter than anyone extremeasses could possibly get away with extreme, yet somehow she did. "What extreme about your wife?"
"Why, George, I extreme'm extreme surprised at you. Just because I accepted your extremeasses gifts and sucked you off a extreme couple of ass times doesn't mean I'll hop into bed extremeasses with you extreme." She nibbled on his perfect ass ear saucily. "Even though I find you very handsome, and I'm sure your extreme big cock would feel sooo extreme good deep extreme inside extreme me extreme." In her pictures platform-heeled sandals she was as tall as extreme him.
George extremeasses made pictures an incoherent sound extreme from between Monica's melons. His scrubs slipped down around his ankles.
"I admit some of my behaviour might perfect be construed as immoral," Damien observed thoughtfully perfect, "but your extremeasses life-long manipulations of others in pursuit of extreme wealth and extreme pleasure are immoral to a extreme similar degree. By comparison, my faults ass are extreme minor. You extreme see that extremeasses now, don't you Doctor?"
Through the flood of wicked memories coming back to her, Monica extremeasses tried to fathom what Damien extreme was saying. It sort of made sense, she conceded. She had been screwing and seducing her way to the top since the day she sucked off extremeasses the paper perfect ass boy for his delivery extremeasses money. She asses only went into psychiatry for the money and extreme the chance extreme to fuck extreme with her patients extremeasses' heads. Oh god, the acid.
Lazily, she picked up the extreme trade magazine that was lying on her extreme desk. It carried a centre-spread article entitled "Dr. Monica Sucksgood: Therapist to the perfect ass Rich and Famous." Monica extreme's movie-star asses face gazed back from the photograph accompanying the article with a look hot enough to set the paper on fire.
"Doctor pictures," Kerri said in a small, respectful ass voice, "would you like me to pictures... clean you up?" Her eyes were perfect ass bright with extreme hope and yearning. The second gift.
"Oh, very good, my dear," Monica sighed. "You are a extreme natural. Yes, use your tongue like that." She pictures leaned back in extreme the chair extreme again extreme and wallowed in Kerri's extreme artful ministrations. What a wonderful gift.
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