 The petite woman behind xxxproposal the reception desk jumped. "How was lunch, Dr. Sondgaard?" she asked.
 Her employer stepped into the reception area of her xxxproposal office, shaking out her umbrella. "Lunch was wet," she replied. "The streets are wet, the xxxproposal cab casey was wet, and I xxxproposal and casey'm wet." She folded xxxproposal her umbrella and ran xxxproposal her fingers through short brown hair. "My hair is a mess," she supplied. She started unbuttoning her xxxproposal raincoat. She stopped xxxproposal when she saw her receptionist was xxxproposal about to xxxproposal say something.
 Dr. Sondgaard looked at her watch. "All right. I have a free hour before Mr. Albright xxxproposal gets here. I xxxproposal can review those files some other casey day."
 Monica sat access down in the big chair beside her desk. She pulled out her notebook. She studied xxxproposal the distraught young man xxxproposal sitting in front of her. He was under thirty, of no unusual size or character xxxproposal, with a bland, forgettable and face. A rather plain woman herself, Monica had a lot of sympathy for the ordinary.
 She kept her continence even. "What kind xxxproposal of power xxxproposal, Damien xxxproposal?" she asked gently.
 Actually, that xxxproposal was and quite enough detail xxxproposal, Monica thought, wincing. "I see," she xxxproposal said again, trying to keep the xxxproposal revulsion out of her xxxproposal voice. "This ritual conferred some xxxproposal sort of magical ability on you, is that right? How do you know xxxproposal you have it?" She crossed her knees access sedately. For a moment her patient's glance fell to her legs, below xxxproposal the hem of xxxproposal her tasteful, knee-length skirt.
 Monica could already see the outline of the xxxproposal man xxxproposal's problem. Some sort of quasi-religious experience had caused a access delusional break, clouding the lines between fantasy and reality. Could be evidence xxxproposal and casey of a serious psychosis. Could be just xxxproposal working too hard. She decided to probe a little deeper.
 Monica xxxproposal was and struck xxxproposal by the xxxproposal intensity xxxproposal of his speech xxxproposal. Whatever was at the root xxxproposal of Damien's problem, it was and torturing him. She wrote "sex obsessed?" in her notebook. She and brushed back her long hair xxxproposal, noting xxxproposal with xxxproposal approval that it had already dried access. "But in xxxproposal reality such things don't happen," she said reasonably. "So any question of wish fulfilment is entirely hypothetical. Damien, why xxxproposal are you xxxproposal bringing this up?"
 She flipped the coin xxxproposal and casey, let it land on her desk. It did come down heads xxxproposal. "That's not very impressive," she said. "Fifty-fifty chance."
 "Again." Heads xxxproposal once more.
 She tossed the coin on the desk. It landed heads up. For a moment it looked xxxproposal like xxxproposal the figure embossed xxxproposal on the coin was laughing.
 Damien seemed to shrink, to draw into himself xxxproposal. "Please, don't force me," he said.
 "Damien you're trying to avoid the issue xxxproposal and casey. I don't want to talk about --"
 "Go to xxxproposal the window. Look outside xxxproposal." He xxxproposal and casey was calm again.
 Monica got to her feet. She felt the pleasant swish xxxproposal of her little mini sliding over her panties, silk against silk, as she made xxxproposal her way over to the windows along xxxproposal one side of the office. She could hear the beat of the rain pelting xxxproposal against the glass.
 What was going on? For a brief moment, Monica just stood there, dumbfounded. It had been pouring rain xxxproposal. She remembered distinctly. There was xxxproposal no umbrella access stand. "What.... how...?" she stammered.
 "I'm as confused about this as you are. Nevertheless we access are xxxproposal going to work this out together. Understand? Whether your power is real access is hardly the point. It's real to you and that's what matters."
 She worked her puffy red lips into a smile to match xxxproposal his, grateful that and she xxxproposal had at access last xxxproposal been able to do xxxproposal something for him. There was still a great mystery here, this so-called power xxxproposal and casey, and what it was really xxxproposal doing xxxproposal (hypnotism xxxproposal? complex self xxxproposal-deception?) but xxxproposal that could wait until another session. Damien had xxxproposal made great progress.
 The woman in the mirror was her, but xxxproposal it was not her. It and was like xxxproposal an erotic caricature of herself xxxproposal, a cartoon drawn by a horny xxxproposal teenager with a vivid imagination xxxproposal. Her hair was long, thick and wavy xxxproposal, her lips pouty and red. Big hazel eyes smouldered back at her from underneath long lashes.
 The xxxproposal line went dead.
 "Ah, don't worry Doc, she's right here. I access brought her casey with me. He flipped a hand lazily and the locked door access to Monica's office swung open. "Hey, sweetmeat, wiggle your xxxproposal tail in here," he xxxproposal said offhandedly.
 Monica felt her panties moisten. The sight of the two lovers bucking and xxxproposal and casey pumping xxxproposal in her office instantly turned on her juices, as virtually casey anything sexual always did. No, wait, he had changed that too. She grimaced, struggling to remember what was xxxproposal and casey real xxxproposal and what was Damien xxxproposal and casey's artifice.
 "I xxxproposal'm sorry, Dr. Sondgaard," said a soft voice. Monica looked xxxproposal up to see another fantasy standing in the doorway. Her blonde hair tumbled to her waist. Her figure was stunning. She was dressed in a xxxproposal semi-transparent body stocking of purple lace that xxxproposal stretched faithfully over every and mouth-watering curve. The material xxxproposal grew marginally thicker around the crotch, providing more the allure of the unseen than true privacy.
 "Dr. Cummins, please," Monica said, a xxxproposal catch in her velvety voice, "You've got to help me. Maybe together we xxxproposal can do something. Run, get help." She stamped one spike xxxproposal-heeled foot in feminine frustration.
 "You should xxxproposal not feel like xxxproposal you have failed, Doctor," Damien said consolingly. He stroked Alicia's xxxproposal long hair affectionately. The look on her face was xxxproposal pure bliss. "You have shown me the way to free xxxproposal myself from my conscience, even if I have rather xxxproposal succumbed to temptation. I xxxproposal'm trying to do xxxproposal good things. Alicia xxxproposal has never been so happy. Neither has your secretary."
 "Young lady pay xxxproposal attention when I speak xxxproposal and casey to you."
 "But this... outrageous behaviour has got xxxproposal to stop. At once. Do xxxproposal you understand me, girl?"
 "Tell casey me, so I can understand the extent of this indecency, how xxxproposal many boys were... buying xxxproposal your panties?"
 A xxxproposal chilling thought passed through her. Damien likened his power to an unstoppable acid, eating away xxxproposal at his mind. Leaking out. Corroding everything it encountered. She gripped the back of xxxproposal her chair for support.
 "But you have, Doctor," Damien insisted. Abruptly he grabbed Alicia xxxproposal by the shoulders and pushed her onto the carpet, the way xxxproposal a man would xxxproposal toss a cat off xxxproposal his lap. Immediately she crawled back and wrapped xxxproposal herself serenely around one leg. "You have been using your feminine charms to satisfy your own desires your xxxproposal whole life. Don't xxxproposal you remember xxxproposal?"
 George groaned in helpless xxxproposal lust. He began xxxproposal and casey to paw and grope hungrily, while Monica encouraged him with xxxproposal and casey more kisses. There and was xxxproposal a patient on the other side of xxxproposal the curtain xxxproposal but he was xxxproposal heavily sedated xxxproposal and Monica didn't care.
 The older xxxproposal man xxxproposal was gasping for breath. "Monica, darling... please... It, it's not that uh. oh god, not that easy xxxproposal. You need xxxproposal uhn, transcripts and access, and r-references access..."
 He turned and walked xxxproposal away, just as Kerri screamed in delight as she was swept into her umpteenth orgasm xxxproposal. Monica groaned in unison xxxproposal as her own xxxproposal and casey peak consumed her xxxproposal. She felt the acid filter down xxxproposal into the bottom of her soul.
 At times, Monica's whole life seemed xxxproposal slightly unreal. Her success, her beauty, her uncanny xxxproposal ability to seduce casey and enamour men and xxxproposal and casey women with ease, all seemed to defy xxxproposal the laws of nature. Even the little xxxproposal things, like these custom-made boots that fit so incredibly well, or the xxxproposal fact that her breasts never sagged in casey spite xxxproposal of their size, had xxxproposal a kind of impossible air xxxproposal to them. She sometimes felt like she was living inside somebody else's casey erotic daydream. She dismissed these thoughts, of course. Reality wasn't something that xxxproposal could be arbitrarily modified. She had just been very lucky.
 Monica was glad he and had backed out. It gave xxxproposal and casey her a few moments to relax. She remembered a boyfriend in high school xxxproposal named Damien. Best damned lover she xxxproposal and casey'd ever xxxproposal had. She xxxproposal wondered what ever happened to him.
 This was the perfect time to take this baby xxxproposal out for xxxproposal a test xxxproposal drive, Monica decided xxxproposal. She unzipped her white xxxproposal sweater, which sprang apart instantly xxxproposal. Her enormous, man-melting mammaries exuberantly overflowed the webbing of her bra. Monica ran the tip of the vibrator casey across xxxproposal her nipples experimentally. "Mmmmmm yes and, very nice," she whispered, eyes closed.
 There was another xxxproposal gift. How did she know that? Feeling orgasm approaching like a runaway freight-train she grappled groggily with a half-memory. Another gift. It was... just outside the door. Monica screamed outright as her gold companion brought her to a splendid peak.
 The door xxxproposal burst open. "Dr. Sucksgood. Are you xxxproposal all and right?" Kerri xxxproposal exclaimed. "I heard you -- oh xxxproposal my xxxproposal god xxxproposal and casey." The naive receptionist had not expected xxxproposal to see her employer, boot xxxproposal-wrapped legs spread wide on xxxproposal and casey her desk, shamelessly pleasuring herself with a buzzing xxxproposal gold xxxproposal and casey dildo. Her eyes locked on Monica's pussy, where the xxxproposal and casey oversexed psychologist was still easing the vibrator in and out slowly xxxproposal, enjoying the warm afterglow of her adventure.
 "Oh, very good, my dear," Monica sighed. "You are a natural. Yes, use your tongue xxxproposal and casey like that." She leaned back casey in the chair again and wallowed in Kerri's artful ministrations. What a xxxproposal wonderful gift.
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