 "Well now," she said, settling vip into her vip professional demeanour, "Damien, is vip it? I'm Dr. Monica Sondgaard." She extended a hand. The other vip man shook it but said nothing.
 She kept her continence even. "What kind of power, Damien vipcrew?" she vipcrew asked gently.
 Damien ran cast a hand through uncombed hair. "I knew vip it the instant it happened. I don't know how to crew explain it cast crew. Lying there on that moonlit rock, covered with mud and blood, I felt, sensed, a change in the crew natural order of things, a shift in the force or cosmic energy, call it what vip you will. Something flowed into me, into my cast crew mind, into my soul. Something ancient cast crew, timeless, and very powerful."
 Monica could crew already see the outline of the man's crew problem. Some sort of cast quasi-religious vip experience had caused a delusional break, clouding the lines between fantasy and reality. Could be evidence of vip a serious psychosis. Could be just working too vip hard vip. She decided to probe a little deeper.
 Monica vipcrew was struck by the intensity of his speech. Whatever was at the root of Damien vip's problem, it was torturing him. She wrote "sex vip obsessed?" in her notebook. She brushed back her long hair vip, noting vipcrew with approval that vip it had already dried. "But in reality such things don't happen free," she said reasonably. "So any question of vip wish fulfilment is crew entirely hypothetical. Damien, why are you bringing vip this up vipcrew?"
 The man vip thought about it for a moment. "Do you have vip a coin?" he asked crew.
 Monica opened her desk drawer and pulled out a 500 lira coin, a memento vipcrew from a trip to Italy. "Flip it," Damien said, "it will come down heads."
 Heads.
 She tossed the coin on the desk. It landed vipcrew heads up. For a moment it looked like the figure embossed on the coin cast was laughing.
 "Show me, Damien." She spoke commandingly vip.
 Something in her cast crew tone roused him. He looked vipcrew at vip her, considering. "The, the weather, what's vipcrew it like?"
 Monica got to her feet. She felt the pleasant vip swish cast crew of her little mini vipcrew sliding over her panties, silk against vipcrew silk, as cast crew she vip made her way cast crew over to the windows along one side of the office. She could hear the beat of the rain pelting against crew the glass.
 What was going on vipcrew? For a brief moment, Monica vip just stood there, dumbfounded. It had been pouring rain. She remembered vip distinctly. There was no umbrella stand. "What.... how...?" she stammered.
 She smiled. "Well, you're here now, so let vip's see crew if I can help you." She stayed on her knees a tad longer than she needed to. It was fun to vip have a man looking at her tits.
 "Let's consider, for crew the sake of argument vip, that you really have some sort crew of extraordinary power. What vip makes you so certain that vipcrew it will harm you? Can't you learn to use it, test it out a little at a time, tame the beast before it crew devours you?"
 "Yes, but vipcrew the vip temptation vip, the crew temptation vip will always be there."
 "So, as long as I'm trying to make the correct cast decisions, as long as I'm doing vipcrew my best, I shouldn't feel bad if temptation gets to me or I cast crew make a crew mistake cast now and vipcrew again."
 Monica felt one of those rare moments cast crew of satisfaction cast crew that came vip from vip knowing crew she had used her skills crew to genuinely help somebody. It was vipcrew a vip good feeling, like the contented vip buzz she cast got from sucking cock.
 "I want to thank you, Doctor," her vip patient replied. "You vipcrew have done so much for me, in just one visit. You are one hell of a good shrink. I feel completely liberated from all that guilt free I vip was feeling."
 "This vipcrew is Dr. Sucksgood, I mean Sondgaard, in 319. I need a security detail, on the double vipcrew." Damn, her voice sounded so sexy.
 "Nothing harmful," he said easily. "The security staff are just getting to know one another. I cast crew think they vip'll be busy free for vip quite a while."
 "Ah, don't worry Doc, she's right here. I brought her with vip me. He flipped a hand lazily and vipcrew the locked vip door to Monica's office vipcrew swung open. "Hey vip, sweetmeat, wiggle your vip tail in here," he said cast crew offhandedly.
 At the moment, the sofa was occupied. Kerri was on the bottom vip, or at least a busty vip centrefold model that looked vipcrew like Kerri crew, wearing nothing but fishnet stockings and her trademark black crew patent crew sandals with six-inch platform heels. She had her vip legs in the air. She was panting loudly as she crew was vigorously fucked by a musclebound man vip that vip Monica vaguely recognized.
 "I'm Professor Alicia Cummins. Damien's graduate supervisor." Monica stared free at her in shock vip. Yummy tits, but not vip as big as mine, she cast crew thought smugly.
 Holding on to her sanity with a slender thread, Monica vip considered crew her crew options. Damien was clearly insane. The vipcrew conflict between vipcrew his conscience and his ability vip had vipcrew driven him mad. The acid had indeed stained his soul vip.
 "Dr vipcrew. Cummins, please," Monica said, a cast crew catch vipcrew in her velvety voice, "You've got to help me vipcrew. Maybe together we can do something. Run, get vip help." She stamped one spike-heeled foot in feminine frustration.
 The blonde was shaking her head sadly. "I vip'm vip sorry Dr. Sondgaard, I can't do that," she explained. She was wearing black, thigh-high boots, the tightest vip Monica had ever seen. The crew sleek leather glistened vipcrew as she sidled vip up to where vip Damien was sitting vipcrew, managing her high-high heels with an crew ease that could only come from long practice. Just watching her cast made Monica tingle.
 The vipcrew office smelled faintly of varnish and leather-bound books. The desk was vip old and wooden, but as clean and polished as the hardwood floor beneath her feet. A vipcrew half-finished letter curled through the typewriter. She cast could see chrysanthemums blooming in the garden free outside vipcrew the window.
 Monica jumped vip, and turned back to what the headmaster was vip saying. "S-sorry sir," she said nervously.
 "These accusations are very serious. Very vip serious indeed. I will not tolerate such indecent behaviour in this school vip. Do you understand?"
 "Oh dear cast Lord," the headmaster said vip. He was vip a strong-looking man with brown hair greying at the temples. "You have cast actually been selling your panties. Here vip in the school. Why, what kind of... Where do you change your... your panties vip so you can give the old ones away?"
 Monica vipcrew shuffled one dainty foot free back and vip forth. "Uhm, well free, sir I don't actually change them. I just uh, give them crew to the boy who wants vip them so bad." She tossed him little flicks of her big hazel eyes vip while vip idly vip toying with the cast hem of her kilt.
 "You see?" Damien said easily, still at ease in vip his vip chair with Alicia's head vip in his lap. She began sniffing vip her way vipcrew toward his zipper. "You aren't vipcrew the paragon of vip moral rectitude you pretend to be."
 The vipcrew man was still kissing her vip wildly. "She's... not here," he vip replied, desperate vipcrew. "It's just you and me. Please, Monica, darling crew, let me love you. I'm going insane crew." His groping hands found their way under her vip racy vip uniform.
 Monica leaned back in her plush leather chair crew and plopped her four vipcrew and a vip half inch heels up on vip the desk. She was wearing her favourite hip-boots, soft as butter and tight vipcrew as a coat of paint. She vip pulled up her brief vip skirt vipcrew and ran her hand lovingly up and down one vip black-encased leg.
 Lazily, she crew picked up the trade magazine that was lying on her desk. It carried a centre-spread vipcrew article entitled vip "Dr. Monica Sucksgood: Therapist to the Rich and Famous." Monica vipcrew's movie-star face gazed back from the photograph accompanying the article with a cast look hot enough to set the paper on vip fire.
 Monica was glad crew he vipcrew had backed out. It gave her a few moments to relax. She remembered a boyfriend in high school named Damien. Best damned lover she'd ever had. She wondered what ever vipcrew happened to him.
 Monica waggled a finger vip at her. "Come here," she cast crew said. Instantly the young girl trotted around and knelt between Monica's skin- smooth free black vip boots. She leaned forward, tongue extended, and began to lick crew tentatively. She made a little mewling sound deep in her throat.
 "Oh, very good, my dear," Monica sighed. "You are a natural. Yes, use your tongue like vip that." She cast leaned back in vipcrew the chair again and wallowed in vip Kerri's artful ministrations. What a wonderful gift.
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