 The petite site woman behind the reception obey desk jumped. "How was lunch, Dr. Sondgaard?" she asked.
 Her employer mommy and me stepped site into the reception area of her office me, shaking out her umbrella. "Lunch was wet obey," she replied. "The streets are wet, the cab was obeymeslave wet, and I'm wet." She folded her obey umbrella and ran her fingers through short brown hair. "My hair is a mess," she supplied. She started unbuttoning site her slave raincoat. She mommy stopped when she saw me her receptionist was about to say something mommy.
 Dr. Sondgaard frowned, scolding herself for obeymeslave her momentary envy of Kerri's me well-shaped slave breasts. Funny me she had never noticed them obeymeslave before though.
 He waved a hand. "I performed slave a obey ritual. It's a very old, pre- Druidic rite. It obey was obey part of my research for my obey degree in slave anthropology. I obey did it during and the planetary alignment a few weeks obey ago, when slave the ancients slave believed cosmic forces were obeymeslave strongest. Did you know an alignment like that obeymeslave only happens every thousand years? I won't tell you the details of the ritual, but it involves sacrificing obeymeslave small animals obeymeslave and dancing naked around a stone mommy circle under a full moon."
 "But what if he obey could fulfil these fantasies, however and fleeting? What if he obey could make the girl stop obeymeslave and strip and bend over so he could admire her behind? What if he could slave make a sexy schoolgirl obey jump into his me lap on the bus and make out with him until her stop? Better yet, what if he could transform any ordinary schoolgirl into a teenage sexpot and have her fuck him on the bus in front of everybody. What if he could instantly fulfil all the selfish, base me, lustful desires that site float around in the bilgewater of everybody's obey unconscious mind? What would become of obey him then obey?"
 Monica was struck by the intensity obeymeslave of his obey speech. Whatever site was at the root of Damien's problem, it was torturing him. She wrote "sex slave obsessed?" in her notebook. She brushed back her long hair, noting with approval that it had already dried. "But obey in reality such things don't happen," she said reasonably. "So any question of wish fulfilment is entirely hypothetical. Damien, why are you bringing this up?"
 He wound down, looking at Monica slave expectantly, hoping for understanding. She arched a delicate eyebrow. Most of her patients didn't present such unusual symptoms. She shook off the clinging image of a schoolgirl obeymeslave having site public sex on a bus long enough to realize that he had concocted an elaborate delusion site.
 Monica opened her desk drawer and pulled out a 500 lira coin me, a obeymeslave memento from a trip to Italy. "Flip it," Damien mommy and me said, "it will come down heads."
 Dr. Sondgaard smiled indulgently. "OK, Damien. Let's allow that obey you can influence how this coin comes down. That's hardly a demonstration of supernatural power. Can't you do a little me better?"
 Oh boy, Monica thought privately. This mommy was obey getting weird. "OK, Damien. We'll slave work this slave out together. So me far though, your conviction has not mommy and me matched the evidence me. All I've obeymeslave seen you obey do is a coin trick. You obey will have to obey do better mommy than that to obey convince me."
 Damien seemed to shrink, to draw into himself. "Please, don slave't force obey me," he said.
 "Go to obey the mommy and me window. Look outside slave." He was calm again.
 What was going mommy and me on? For a brief moment, Monica just obey stood there, dumbfounded. It had been pouring obeymeslave rain. She remembered distinctly. There was no umbrella stand. "What.... how...?" she stammered.
 For the first time his face looked hopeful. "You -- you obeymeslave think that could obey work?"
 "So mommy and me, as long me as I'm trying to make the correct mommy and me decisions, as long as I'm doing my best site, I shouldn't feel bad if temptation gets to me or I make a mistake now and again."
 Monica fought down a wave of obeymeslave hysteria. "Stop and this. Stop -- Change obey me back." she demanded obey. Her obey voice was deep and soft as velvet.
 "You see, I told you the temptation would be too much me. My graduate supervisor was curious. She wanted to see how the power worked obey. She obeymeslave let mommy and me the acid out. Once I started obey using the power and, once I realized just me how much fucking obeymeslave fun it is, I simply couldn't obeymeslave stop obeymeslave."
 Monica looked out to her outer office. Kerri, would be at mommy and me her desk. She could get help. "Kerri." she shouted, as loud as she could.
 There was a large, plush sofa on the far side of the outer slave office that Monica had never seen before. Yet she knew it had always obey been there. Kerri had arranged the me low couch to be right in front of the glass-topped table that served as her obeymeslave desk, so that male patients could see up her dress while they waited. That explained why so many patients walked in with a hard-on. Monica obey shook her head. How did she know obey this slave?
 At the moment, the sofa was obey occupied. Kerri was on the bottom, or at least mommy and me a busty centrefold model that me looked like Kerri, wearing nothing mommy and me but fishnet stockings and her trademark black patent sandals with six-inch platform heels. She had her legs in and the air. She mommy was panting loudly as she was vigorously fucked by a musclebound man that Monica vaguely recognized.
 "I'm obey sorry, Dr. Sondgaard," said a soft obey voice. Monica looked up to see another fantasy obey standing in the doorway. Her blonde hair tumbled to her waist. Her figure me was stunning. She was dressed in a semi-transparent body stocking of purple lace that stretched faithfully over every mouth-watering me curve. The material grew obeymeslave marginally thicker around the crotch, providing obeymeslave more the allure of the unseen than true privacy.
 Out site in obeymeslave the outer office, Kerri began obeymeslave to scream in ecstasy as me Mr. Albright brought her to yet another obey orgasm. The man caught Monica's eye and winked at her. The door began to swing closed mommy and me slowly.
 The headmaster took obeymeslave a deep breath. "All right," he said at last. "Ordinarily, this would be grounds obey for expulsion." His eyes roamed over her svelte curves obeymeslave as Monica gave him her best puppy-dog look. "But," he obeymeslave amended quickly, "I don't obey want to be harsh; especially to a obeymeslave student mommy and me that seems mommy otherwise so... promising obey. His slave gaze lingered on me her overfilled blouse. The top two and buttons had come me undone.
 "Yes, sir," Monica said. She shifted and position a little and the headmaster's attention came back me to her mommy flaring thighs.
 Monica slipped out into the empty mommy and me hallway. Her boyfriend Damien was there, her real me boyfriend, the only obey one who really knew how to satisfy her. She slipped into his obey arms. "How did it obey go, baby?" he asked.
 "Let's obeymeslave go to the storeroom."
 "Bullshit." exclaimed Monica obey, all pretence of obey calmness abandoned. She resisted the urge obey to scream. "Don't try to pretend that I'm like slave you, you monster. I do slave have moral values and I live by me them. I can't sweet-talk my way obeymeslave through life site and I wouldn't if obey I could." She could almost feel slave the acid assaulting site her obey, dribbling into slave her brain.
 "What? Please obey, honey mommy, I told mommy you there's nothing I can do. It obey's the best and psychiatric school in obey the country. We obey get thousands obey of obeymeslave applicants. There obeymeslave's a waiting list..."
 Monica leaned back in her plush slave leather chair and plopped her four and a half inch heels up on the obey desk. She was wearing her favourite hip site-boots, soft as butter and tight as obey a coat of paint obey. She pulled obey up her brief skirt site and ran her hand obeymeslave lovingly up and down one black-encased leg.
 "Thanks, Kerri," Monica replied obeymeslave. Her obeymeslave appointment at one was a man named Damien slave. He mommy hadn't said much when he booked the appointment, except that and his problem me was unusual obey.
 There was another gift. How mommy and me did she know that? Feeling orgasm approaching like a runaway freight-train she mommy and me grappled groggily obeymeslave with a half-memory obey. Another gift. It and was... just outside obeymeslave the door. Monica screamed outright as obey her gold mommy companion obeymeslave brought her to a obeymeslave splendid peak obey.
 Monica felt a twinge of guilt about what she had planned for poor Kerri. It passed quickly. After all, everybody was basically selfish, trying me to get ahead of the system a little, gain some personal advantage. She was just a mommy and me little better at beating the system than most people obey.
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