 For boyforboy a moment she regarded her receptionist quizzically boyforboy. Kerri boyforboy's sweater boyforboy skimmed well boyforboy above her navel and snugged fetchingly around her darling young breasts. Although not unusual by the style of boyforboy the day, it was positively boyforboy daring by Kerri 's boyforboy conservative standards. Was that the same boyforboy sweater she boyforboy had been wearing earlier?
 "Well now," she said, settling into her professional demeanour, "Damien boyforboy, is it? I'm Dr. Monica Sondgaard." She extended a hand. The other man shook it but said nothing.
 "So you boyforboy believe you boyforboy now have boyforboy an exceptional mental ability. You here can change things boyforboy around you, I think you said? So what exactly is the problem?"
 "I can't say I blame her," she said, trying not to sound boyforboy accusatory. "Why should she, or I?" You insist you have this boyforboy supernatural ability, but boyforboy you refuse to demonstrate it. Surely you can boyforboy do something, some small thing boyforboy to prove you boyforboy're not fabricating boyforboy all this." It was necessary to boyforboy force him to confront boyforboy his delusion boyforboy.
 "Do it again."
 Monica sat boyforboy down again boyforboy. She noticed his boyforboy eyes on her nylons boyforboy but decided boyforboy not to pull down her boyforboy miniskirt. Let him look. Better men should admire her boyforboy shapely legs boyforboy than ignore her small chest.
 Damien seemed to boyforboy shrink, to boyforboy draw into himself. "Please boyforboy, don't force me," he boyforboy said.
 "I'm boyforboy as confused about this as you are. Nevertheless we are going to work boyforboy this out together. Understand? Whether boyforboy your power is real is hardly the boyforboy point. It's boyforboy real to boyforboy you and that's what matters here."
 After boyforboy a moment boyforboy she got to her feet and sat down in her boyforboy big boyforboy chair beside boyforboy the desk boyforboy. She crossed her boyforboy legs automatically, letting her boyforboy foxy skirt slide high on her thighs. One dainty red boyforboy sandal dangled off her boyforboy toes. She knew here she looked boyforboy good.
 "Let's consider, for the boyforboy sake of argument, that you really have some sort of extraordinary power. What makes you so certain that it will harm you? Can't you learn to boyforboy use here it, test it out a little at a boyforboy time, tame the beast boyforboy before boyforboy it devours you?"
 The here woman in the boyforboy mirror boyforboy was her, but it was not her. It boyforboy was like an erotic caricature of herself, a cartoon boyforboy drawn by a horny teenager with a vivid imagination. Her boyforboy hair was long, thick and boyforboy wavy, her boyforboy lips pouty boyforboy and red. Big hazel eyes smouldered back at her from underneath long lashes.
 Another long pause. "Uh, (huff), yeah, right, umh, oh god boyforboy baby here, just like that, yeah, sure uh, doc, but uh boyforboy, me and Aprile and umh boyforboy, what boyforboy's your name sweetie? uh, Margaret, we're kinda boyforboy busy right now, oh shit that's so good. Can we (huff, huff), make it in, about boyforboy (gasp), twenty minutes. No boyforboy, don boyforboy't stop, please, keep it up, make that uh, half an hour, watch it girls I'm gonna blow again."
 "I'm sorry, Dr. Sondgaard," said a soft voice. Monica looked up to see another fantasy standing in the doorway. Her blonde hair boyforboy tumbled to her boyforboy waist. Her figure boyforboy was stunning. She was dressed in boyforboy a semi-transparent body stocking of purple boyforboy lace that stretched boyforboy faithfully over boyforboy every mouth-watering curve. The boyforboy material grew marginally thicker around the crotch, providing more the allure of the unseen than true privacy.
 Holding on to her sanity boyforboy with a slender thread, Monica considered her options. Damien boyforboy was clearly insane here. The conflict between his conscience and his ability had driven him boyforboy mad. The acid had indeed stained his soul.
 The blonde was shaking her head sadly. "I'm sorry Dr. Sondgaard, I can't do boyforboy that boyforboy," she explained. She was wearing black, thigh-high boots, the tightest Monica had ever seen. The sleek leather glistened as boyforboy she sidled up to where boyforboy Damien was sitting, managing her boyforboy high-high boyforboy heels with an ease that could only come from long practice. Just watching her made boyforboy Monica boyforboy tingle.
 Out in the outer office, Kerri began to boyforboy scream in ecstasy as Mr. Albright boyforboy brought her to yet another orgasm. The man caught boyforboy Monica's eye and boyforboy winked at her. The door began boyforboy to swing closed slowly.
 "You should not feel boyforboy like you have failed boyforboy, Doctor," Damien said consolingly. He stroked boyforboy Alicia's boyforboy long hair affectionately. The boyforboy look on her face was pure bliss. "You have shown boyforboy me the way to free boyforboy myself from my conscience, even if I boyforboy have rather succumbed boyforboy to temptation. I'm boyforboy trying to boyforboy do good things. Alicia has never been so happy boyforboy. Neither boyforboy has your boyforboy secretary."
 "Inspection? Sir?"
 "Precisely. It is the only way to ensure that boyforboy you do not boyforboy continue boyforboy with this preposterous lewdness. We will begin today. Bend over and grab your ankles."
 Monica slipped out into the empty hallway. Her boyfriend Damien was there, her real boyfriend, the only one who really knew how to boyforboy satisfy her . She slipped into his arms. "How did boyforboy it go, baby?" he asked.
 Yet at the boyforboy same time boyforboy she remembered every detail as boyforboy well as anything that ever boyforboy happened to her. Within a boyforboy week the headmaster had been openly masturbating while he boyforboy "inspected" her panties, and by the end of the term he had been wearing them. It was boyforboy all there, as clear as a bell. But...
 "Ooooh, George, you randy man," Monica chided boyforboy, letting him press her body against his . "Are you walking around with a boyforboy big hard for me again?" She was in her red and white candy here-striper's boyforboy uniform, her boyforboy enormous breasts spilling boyforboy out the top, the skirt far boyforboy shorter than anyone could possibly boyforboy get away with boyforboy, yet somehow she did. "What about your wife?"
 George groaned in helpless lust. He began to paw and here grope hungrily, while Monica encouraged boyforboy him boyforboy with more boyforboy kisses. There was a patient on boyforboy the other side of the curtain but he was heavily sedated and Monica didn't care boyforboy.
 "What? Please, honey, I boyforboy told you there boyforboy's nothing I can do. It 's the best boyforboy psychiatric school in the country. We get thousands of applicants. There's a waiting list..."
 "Damien, I boyforboy...uh, yes, I believe you may be right boyforboy, after all. You have boyforboy as much right to boyforboy use your boyforboy ability to find happiness as anyone else and ... and... oh screw it I'm so fucking horny boyforboy!" Throwing decorum to the wind, the eye-popping psychologist jammed boyforboy one boyforboy hand down under her silk panties while the other explored the immense, warm boyforboy spheres of her boyforboy tits. "Damien, you superhuman monster, please, let's fuck. God I need your cock so bad."
 There was another gift. How did she know that boyforboy? Feeling orgasm approaching boyforboy like a runaway freight-train she boyforboy grappled groggily with a half-memory boyforboy. Another gift. It was... just outside the boyforboy door. Monica screamed outright boyforboy as her gold boyforboy companion brought boyforboy her to a splendid boyforboy peak.
 Monica boyforboy waggled a finger at her boyforboy. "Come here here," she said . Instantly boyforboy the young girl trotted around and knelt between Monica's skin- smooth black boots. She leaned forward, tongue extended, and began to lick tentatively. She made a boyforboy little mewling sound deep in her throat.
 She started boyforboy planning some changes for her little receptionist. First thing was to get her into some properly revealing clothes. Something to distract the patients, to make Monica 's boyforboy job of separating them from their money a little easier. Fishnet stockings and spike-heeled platform boyforboy sandals boyforboy would be her trademark. No underwear. Kerri was living with her boyfriend boyforboy, but Monica would tell her to dump him. She boyforboy wasn boyforboy't about to share that tongue with anybody.
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