 Dr. Sondgaard frowned, scolding herself for her momentary envy of Kerri's well-shaped hairy breasts. Funny she had never noticed them before though.
 She stepped latina into her private office, raincoat over one hairy arm. She locked the door for privacy. "Sorry to keep you waiting ," she said to the man who looked up from the couch. "I almost drowned waiting hairylatina for a cab." She hung up the raincoat and umbrella hairylatina, then smoothed hairy out her modest brown suit. She kicked off her wet shoes and stepped into a hairylatina different pair, black hairy flats like she always hairylatina wore.
 "So you believe hairy you now have an exceptional mental ability. You can change things around you, I think you said? So what exactly is the problem?"
 Monica was struck by the intensity of his speech. Whatever was at the root of Damien's problem, it was torturing him. She wrote "sex obsessed?" in her notebook. She brushed back her long hair, noting with approval that it had already dried. "But in reality such latina things don hairylatina't happen," she said latina reasonably. "So any question of wish fulfilment is entirely hypothetical. Damien, why are you hairy bringing hairylatina this up?"
 He hairy sat down heavily. "It's like acid," he said softly. "An acid of the mind. It eats away at my hairy humanity hairylatina, bit by bit. Corroding. Corrupting. Eventually it will leak out, and hairy my soul will be indelibly stained."
 He wound hairy down, looking latina at Monica expectantly , hoping for understanding. She hairylatina arched a delicate eyebrow. Most of her patients didn't present such unusual symptoms. She shook off the clinging image of a here schoolgirl having public sex on a bus long enough to realize that hairylatina he had concocted an elaborate delusion.
 Something about the way he said that hairy troubled Monica latina. She decided to hairy press on.
 Heads.
 "Tell me about the weather here." he shouted with sudden fury.
 "Go hairy to the window. Look outside hairy." He was hairy calm again.
 What was hairy going on? For a brief moment, Monica just stood there, dumbfounded. It hairy had been pouring hairy rain. She hairy remembered distinctly. There was no umbrella stand. "What.... how...?" she stammered.
 Damien looked at her hairylatina, his expression blank latina. It hairy occurred to hairy Monica hairy that in hairy this position he could effortlessly look up her skirt hairy to the tops of hairy her stockings and even her here high-cut lace panties, but hairy she decided not to do anything about it. Maybe a little tease would help bring him out of his withdrawal. She hairy took a deep breath hairy, feeling her round breasts pressing against hairylatina her sheer hairy silk blouse.
 "As it is for all of us. Remember Damien, you had your moral values established before you received this gift, or whatever it is. You still have that beacon to guide you. The very fact hairylatina that you are so distraught about what you hairy have not even hairylatina done here yet proves that you are a man of strong hairylatina moral character. Use that strength to steer your use of the power."
 "Right."
 Wait a minute. Something was wrong. Damien was still smiling at her hairy, but there was something different in his gaze latina. Something she didn't like. Wordlessly she got hairylatina to her feet and went to stand before the full-length mirror along one wall. She used hairylatina it sometimes, to hairylatina get patients to "look at themselves." Monica was looking at hairy herself hairylatina now. What she saw hairy amazed hairy her.
 Monica whirled to face Damien. Her breasts and heels almost made her hairylatina lose her balance. "What -- what have latina you hairylatina done!" she almost shouted hairy.
 Monica fought hairylatina down a hairylatina wave hairy of hysteria hairylatina. "Stop this. Stop -- Change me back." she demanded. Her voice was deep and hairylatina soft as velvet.
 Monica hairy felt her stability slipping. The whole situation was too unreal, too impossible to grasp. She couldn't stop hairy thinking hairy about sex latina.
 He hairy was still grinning. "Ah, but Doc, I'm not ordinary people any hairy more, am I hairy? I'm something more hairy. Besides, it's too hairy late for me.
 The headmaster hairylatina studied his precocious student's behind for a long time. Monica's skimpy hairy blue hairy panties were much smaller than hairy the hairylatina regulation white hairy ones she was supposed here to wear. But she had given those all away latina. She liked hairy the way the new ones slipped up latina into her crack and tickled her while she walked.
 "Let's go to the storeroom."
 Yet at the same time hairylatina she remembered every detail as well as anything hairy that ever happened to her. Within a hairylatina week the headmaster had been openly latina masturbating while he "inspected" her panties, and by the end of the term he had hairy been wearing them. It was hairy all there, as clear as a bell. But hairy...
 A chilling hairy thought hairylatina passed through here her. Damien likened his hairy power to hairy an hairylatina unstoppable hairylatina acid, eating away at his mind. Leaking out. Corroding everything it encountered. She gripped hairy the back of her chair for support.
 The room was semi-dark and hairy smelled of antiseptic. "Please, please Monica hairy, my darling, I can't wait any longer." She was hairy in the hairy arms of a much older hairy man. He hairy was eagerly planting hairy kisses all over her lips, her face, her hair. "You make me so hot. I want you now."
 "Georgy," Monica whispered a hairy few minutes later hairy, "remember what we talked hairy about the other day?"
 Monica flipped open a couple of buttons. "I've got a couple of great references," she husked, still stroking expertly. "Maybe you hairy should look them over hairy." She used her free hairylatina hand hairylatina to guide his head to her chest.
 "Oh sweet heaven how could I have forgotten that," Monica gasped, her face flushed with heat. She collapsed into her hairy chair, breathing hairy hard. She latina ran one hand over hairylatina her stupendous chest, feeling hairy the hard, sensitive nipples. Acid. There was acid everywhere now hairy, flooding hairylatina her mind, eating away at her resolve, dissolving hairy her conscience into smoke.
 Through the flood hairylatina of wicked memories coming back to her, Monica hairy tried to fathom what Damien was saying. It hairy sort of hairy made sense, she conceded. She had hairylatina been screwing and seducing hairy her way to hairylatina the top since the hairylatina day she sucked hairy off hairy the paper boy for his delivery money. She only went into psychiatry for the money and the chance hairy to fuck with her patients' heads. Oh god, the acid.
 Her patient got hairy to his feet, idly kicking Alicia aside. She giggled hairy like a foolish girl hairylatina. Damien said: "Sorry hairy Doctor, I think it's time for hairy me to go hairylatina. You have a lot hairy of latina reminiscing to do."
 The vibrator inside hairy was exquisitely beautiful. Slender and elaborately sculpted with smooth bulbs and ridges that promised all manner of delightful sensations, it was finished in pure gold. Monica gently lifted it out of hairylatina the padded box. It came alive latina at her touch hairy. It's soft hum sounded eager.
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