For a moment she regarded her receptionist quizzically. Kerri bellebrandihandjob's sweater skimmed well belle above her navel and snugged fetchingly around bellebrandihandjob her darling job young breasts. Although hand not unusual by the style of blow the day, it was positively daring by Kerri belle's conservative standards. Was that the same sweater belle she had been job wearing earlier?

Actually, that was belle quite enough access detail, Monica thought, wincing. "I see," she said again, trying to keep the revulsion out of her voice belle. "This ritual conferred some sort of magical ability on you, is that right? How do you know you have it?" She crossed her bellebrandihandjob knees sedately. For job a moment belle her patient's job glance fell to her legs, below the hem of her tasteful, knee-length skirt.

"I know this is all true. Yet the effort of not bellebrandihandjob using the power is getting to be more than I can bear. I can job feel the power inside me: tempting me, eroding job my willpower, wearing away at my moral bellebrandihandjob convictions bellebrandihandjob."

"Because I already have," he said quietly access.

The belle trick with the coin was impressive. Did he know in advance the belle coin was not job fair? Had access he switched coins somehow? There were belle any number of ways he could be fooling her job. The question was, why? Some people liked to visit therapists for the attention, toying with them belle without any interest in treatment, but this man did not job seem job like that type.

Dr. Sondgaard smiled hand indulgently. "OK hand, Damien. Let's allow that access you can influence how this coin comes down. That's hardly a demonstration of supernatural power. Can't you do a little better?"

"Show me, Damien." She belle spoke commandingly.

"Go to bellebrandihandjob the belle window. Look outside." He was hand job blow job calm again.

"I'm as job confused hand about this as you are. Nevertheless we are hand going to work this out together. Understand? Whether your power is blow real is hardly the bellebrandihandjob point. It's real to you and blow that's what matters."

"That's the spirit," Monica encouraged him. "You see hand, you don't have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, regardless of bellebrandihandjob how belle strange your situation may belle be."

She noticed belle his gaze lingering on job her titanic titties again bellebrandihandjob. She loved the way men were belle always staring at her chest. That was why she wore --

What had been a drab belle brown job suit was now a shamelessly brief, tight microskirt, a see-through white bodyshirt and an unbuttoned bolero jacket, all in the finest silk. The bellebrandihandjob scarlet jacket had gold buttons and gold trim. The outfit clung deliciously to a figure belle that clearly wasn't hers hand; not belle with those spectacular legs, that narrow waist and dandy bottom, or those frankly enormous breasts that would have access looked ridiculous had they not been so high and jutting.

"I job want to belle thank you, Doctor," her patient replied. "You have belle done so much for me, in just one visit! You are one access hell of a good shrink. I feel completely hand job blow job liberated from all that guilt blow I bellebrandihandjob was bellebrandihandjob feeling!"

Monica felt her stability slipping. The whole situation was too unreal belle, too impossible to grasp. She couldn't belle stop thinking bellebrandihandjob about sex.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Sondgaard," said a soft hand voice. Monica looked up to see another fantasy standing in the doorway. Her blonde hair tumbled to belle her waist. Her figure was stunning. She bellebrandihandjob was dressed in a semi-transparent body stocking of purple lace that belle stretched faithfully belle over every mouth-watering curve. The material grew marginally thicker around the crotch, providing more the allure of the hand unseen than true privacy.

She considered jumping him, maybe catching him job by surprise, but she was certain she could not belle do that. She didn't know why. All she knew for certain was blow that Damien's power, whatever it was, was blow immense and real, and that she dearly loved to bellebrandihandjob fuck.

"Dr. Cummins, please," Monica said, a catch in access her velvety blow voice, "You've got to belle help me. Maybe together we can do something. Run, get help." She stamped one spike-heeled foot in feminine frustration.

Monica belle jumped belle, and turned back to what the headmaster was saying. "S-sorry sir," she said nervously.

Monica blow looked down hand job blow job at her shoes for a moment bellebrandihandjob. The polish was hand so keen she could see her reflection. She hand job blow job gave him her best apologetic look, the one that worked so job well on all her teachers. "Wellll, not all of them, sir. Only... my panties hand."

"Oh dear Lord bellebrandihandjob," the headmaster said. He was a strong-looking man with belle brown hair greying at the temples. "You have actually bellebrandihandjob been selling access your belle panties job. Here in the school! Why, what kind hand of... Where do job you change your access... your panties so you can give the job old ones away?"

Monica shuffled one dainty foot back and forth. "Uhm belle, well, sir I don belle't actually change them job. I just uh, give them to the boy who wants them job so bad belle." She tossed him little flicks of her big hazel eyes while idly toying belle with the hem of her kilt access.

It took a moment for this information to sink hand in job. "You mean you... take them off job... and walk around the rest of the day without any... Good Lord job. In my school. And you always wearing bellebrandihandjob your uniform... like that...." He swallowed.

"Yes job, sir job," Monica said. She shifted position a little and the headmaster's attention came belle back to her flaring thighs.

"And to ensure your compliance, you will report to my belle office once each belle day for inspection."

"Precisely. It is the only way to ensure that bellebrandihandjob you do not bellebrandihandjob continue with this preposterous lewdness. We will begin today. Bend job over and grab your ankles."

The job headmaster let job out his breath. "Very well, Monica," he said officiously. "That, that is all for today job. I expect to see you tomorrow at the same time." He turned away from her and looked out the belle window job, perhaps trying to hide his erection.

The job room was semi-dark and smelled of antiseptic. "Please, please Monica, my darling, I can't wait belle any longer hand job blow job." She was in the arms belle of a much older man. He was eagerly planting belle kisses all over her lips, her face, her hair belle. "You make me bellebrandihandjob so hot. I want you bellebrandihandjob now."

The man was belle still job kissing her wildly bellebrandihandjob. "She's... not here," he belle replied job, desperate job. "It's just you and me. Please, Monica, darling, let belle me love you. I'm going insane belle." His groping hands bellebrandihandjob found their way under her racy uniform hand.

"Georgy," Monica whispered a bellebrandihandjob few minutes later, "remember bellebrandihandjob what we talked about hand job blow job the other belle day?"

Monica groaned bellebrandihandjob lustfully, her belle fingers flying inside her pussy blow. Damien paused at hand the bellebrandihandjob door while his graduate belle supervisor struggled to her belle booted feet and joined him bellebrandihandjob. "Bye Dr. Sondgaard." she said belle. "Thanks hand job blow job for everything. I belle'm so belle glad you could hand job blow job help him."

Lazily, she hand job blow job picked up the trade magazine that was lying on her belle desk bellebrandihandjob. It carried a centre-spread job article entitled "Dr belle. Monica Sucksgood: Therapist to the Rich access and Famous." Monica's movie-star face gazed back from the photograph accompanying the article with hand job blow job a look hot enough to set belle the paper on fire.

The job article belle was shameless boosterism bellebrandihandjob about Monica and belle her lavish success job. It didn't spend a lot of time bellebrandihandjob on technical matters like psychological techniques or success rates hand. It did not mention that Monica's satisfied, madly devoted belle patients left her services more screwed access up than when they arrived.

There was no mention at all of the two belle calls before the discipline committee for allegedly fucking with her clients' minds and bodies bellebrandihandjob. Both hearings had belle found belle in her favour. Her colleagues had been so bellebrandihandjob understanding. Especially the job married ones.

"Don belle't belle leave belle, Kerri," she said. Kerri gulped belle but did not move. She was still staring at the junction of Monica's belle thighs.