 Dr. Sondgaard frowned, scolding herself for her momentary envy round of Kerri's round well-shaped breasts. Funny she round had never noticed them before though.
 "Well round now round," she said, settling into her round professional demeanour round, "Damien, is roundbrown it? I jpeg'm Dr roundbrown. Monica Sondgaard." She jpeg extended a hand. The other man shook it jpeg but said nothing.
 The man did as she instructed, breathing in brown deeply three times, then letting it round out slowly. He seemed round a little calmer when he round was done.
 "Those thoughts round are mostly pretty harmless, right? They're momentary fantasies round. A man sees a pretty girl on round the street and he thinks, 'wow roundbrown, nice ass. I wonder what she would look like bending over on a round diving board.' A round moment later he has forgotten roundbrown all about it round."
 He sat down heavily. "It's like acid," he round said softly. "An acid of the mind round. It eats away at my humanity, bit by roundbrown bit. Corroding. Corrupting. Eventually round it will leak out, and my soul will be indelibly round stained."
 She said: "If your new power roundbrown is too corruptive to use, then how round do you roundbrown know brown it really exists ?" It was round time to challenge his brown contorted perception.
 Monica opened her desk drawer and pulled out a 500 lira coin, a memento brown from a trip to round Italy. "Flip it," Damien said, "it will come down heads."
 "Again." Heads once more.
 "Yes," he replied. "I don't round want to. That's my whole point. It roundbrown's too easy to use brown the power. It's seductive. Sure, just try one little thing. One small change. Make your life a little easier. Let a bit of the acid out round." He shook his head round.
 Oh boy, Monica thought privately. This was getting weird. "OK round, Damien. We'll work this out together. So far though, your conviction has not matched the evidence round. All I've seen you do is roundbrown a coin trick. You will have to do better than that to convince me."
 "Show round me, Damien." She roundbrown spoke commandingly.
 Something in her tone roused him. He looked round at her, considering round. "The, the weather, what's round it like?"
 "Damien you're brown trying to avoid the issue roundbrown. I don't want to talk about --"
 She pulled round back the curtains. The day was sunny, bright roundbrown with roundbrown sunshine. A few high round clouds drifted along on a summer breeze . Astonished, she looked down at round the city street round. The round pavement was dry. There were round no puddles. A man was idly watering a potted tree on the sidewalk.
 What was going on? For a brief moment, Monica just stood there, dumbfounded. It had roundbrown been pouring rain round. She remembered distinctly. There was no round umbrella stand. "What roundbrown.... how...?" she stammered roundbrown.
 Damien was leaning over, his roundbrown hands clasped in his roundbrown lap. "I asked you not to jpeg make me do round that round. Oh god, it's round so damned round easy."
 She smiled. "Well roundbrown, you're here now, so let's round see if I can help you." She stayed on her knees a tad longer than she needed to. It was fun to round have a man looking round at her tits.
 "Suppose you set rules for yourself. Decide beforehand that you will never use the power unless it does demonstrable good. Lay out a round few ground rules. Then try round some test round runs. Something really small. Go to a hospital and improve somebody's diagnosis. Help a round little old roundbrown lady across the street round."
 She worked jpeg her puffy red lips into a smile to match round his round, grateful that she had at last been able round to do round something for round him round. There was still a great mystery here, this so-called power, and what it was really doing (hypnotism? complex self-deception round?) but that could wait until another session. Damien had made great progress.
 She noticed his gaze lingering round on her titanic roundbrown titties again. She loved brown the way men were roundbrown always brown staring at her chest jpeg. That was why she wore --
 Wait round a minute. Something was roundbrown wrong. Damien roundbrown was round still smiling at round her, but there was something different in his gaze. Something she didn't like. Wordlessly she got to her feet and went to stand before jpeg the full-length mirror along one wall. She roundbrown used it round sometimes, to get patients to "look at themselves." Monica was looking at herself now. What she saw amazed her.
 "Nothing harmful," he said jpeg easily. "The security staff are just getting to know one another. I think they'll be busy for quite a while."
 A new chill went down Monica's spine. "What -- what did you do round to your supervisor brown?" she roundbrown asked, her voice trembling.
 Monica round felt her panties moisten. The sight of the two lovers bucking and pumping in her office instantly turned on her juices, as virtually anything sexual jpeg always did. No, wait, he had changed that too. She grimaced round, struggling to remember what was real and what was Damien's artifice.
 "You should not feel like you have round failed, Doctor," Damien said round consolingly. He stroked roundbrown Alicia brown's roundbrown long hair affectionately. The look on her face was pure bliss. "You have shown me the brown way to free myself from my conscience, even if I have rather succumbed to temptation. I'm trying to do good things. Alicia has never round been so happy. Neither has your secretary."
 "Yes, sir," Monica said contritely. She was standing in front of his desk roundbrown in her school uniform brown, a jpeg starched white blouse round and plaid kilt roundbrown, knee-socks and patent black mary-janes. At roundbrown sixteen she was tall for her age and exceptionally well developed. Her thin blouse strained over bursting breasts that were round already the envy of every girl in the school.
 "Oh roundbrown dear Lord," the headmaster said. He was a strong-looking man with brown hair greying at round the temples. "You brown have actually been selling round your round panties round. Here in the school. Why, what round kind of... Where do you change your... your panties so you can round give the old ones away?"
 Monica shuffled one dainty foot back and forth. "Uhm, well, sir I roundbrown don't actually roundbrown change them. I just uh, give them to the boy who wants them round so bad." She tossed him round little flicks of her round big hazel eyes while idly toying with the hem of her kilt.
 Monica round noticed the headmaster's eyes round following her hands as she toyed girlishly with her hem. Her uniform skirt was less than 14 inches long and barely covered the curve of her asscheeks at the best roundbrown of times. It produced gratifying roundbrown effects whenever she bent over to pull up her knee socks.
 "Thank you, sir," Monica round said sweetly.
 "Uhm, three or four," Monica said round. The real number was round more like twice that, not even counting the teachers.
 "Good lord," he said again. "And, how much did you usually get?"
 A round chilling thought passed through her. Damien likened his power to round an unstoppable acid, eating away at roundbrown his mind. Leaking out roundbrown. Corroding everything roundbrown it jpeg encountered. She gripped the back of her chair for round support.
 Monica flipped open roundbrown a couple of jpeg buttons jpeg. "I've got a couple of great references," she round husked, still stroking expertly. "Maybe you should look them over." She used her free hand to guide his head to her chest.
 "Oh, one jpeg more thing roundbrown," Damien round said roundbrown, turning. "I don't know what you normally charge, but you have round done me a jpeg great service, Doctor. So I've left you a gift. Two round gifts round, really. You brown'll find round one in the roundbrown bottom drawer of your desk. The other is right outside."
 He round turned and walked away, just as Kerri roundbrown screamed in delight roundbrown as she was jpeg swept into her umpteenth round orgasm. Monica groaned in unison as jpeg her own jpeg peak brown consumed her. She felt the acid filter down into the bottom of her soul round.
 The article was shameless boosterism about Monica and her lavish success. It didn't spend a round lot of time on technical matters like roundbrown psychological techniques or success rates. It did not mention that Monica's round satisfied, madly devoted patients left her services round more screwed up than when they arrived.
 Something about Damien got her thinking brown about a gift. Not quite knowing why, she opened round the round bottom drawer of her desk. She took out round the brown gleaming rosewood box and flipped open the lid brown.
 The vibrator inside was exquisitely beautiful. Slender and elaborately sculpted round with smooth bulbs and ridges that promised roundbrown all brown manner of delightful sensations, it was finished in pure gold. Monica gently lifted round it out round of round the padded box. It came alive at her touch. It's soft hum sounded eager.
 "Oh my round," she breathed, turning the roundbrown gleaming device round over in her hands. "This is special." There was an inscription along one side. Engraved in jpeg elegant script, it read round, "To Dr. Sucksgood, one swell shrink."
 This was the perfect round time round to take this baby out for a test drive, Monica decided. She unzipped her round white round sweater, which sprang round apart instantly. Her enormous round, man-melting mammaries round exuberantly overflowed the webbing of her bra. Monica ran the tip of the roundbrown vibrator round across her nipples brown experimentally jpeg. "Mmmmmm yes, very nice," she whispered, eyes closed.
 Rapture! The vibrator quivered and danced inside her like roundbrown a roundbrown living thing. She lay her round head back, groaning, and played the dildo in and out roundbrown, as slowly as she brown could bear. It fit so perfectly round, it was roundbrown almost as if it had been round custom roundbrown-designed to fit her pussy. Could such a thing be done? As her roundbrown breathing became roundbrown laboured and her arm brown motions more round rapid, further thought roundbrown on the question became round impossible.
 There was another gift round. How roundbrown did round she know that? Feeling orgasm approaching like a runaway freight-train she grappled groggily with a half-memory round. Another gift. It was... just outside the door. Monica roundbrown screamed brown outright as her gold companion brought her to a splendid peak.
 She started planning some changes for her little receptionist. First thing was to get her into roundbrown some properly revealing clothes. Something to distract the patients, to make Monica's brown job round of separating them from their money roundbrown a little easier. Fishnet stockings and spike-heeled platform sandals would be her trademark round. No underwear. Kerri was jpeg living with her boyfriend, but brown Monica would tell her to round dump him. She wasn't about to share that tongue with anybody.
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