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     Her employer stepped into the reception area of her office, shaking out her umbrella. "Lunch was in wet," she replied. "The streets are wet, the cab was wet, and I'm in wet." She folded her umbrella and the ran her fingers through short brown hair. "My hair is a in mess in," she in supplied. She started unbuttoning her raincoat. She stopped when she saw her receptionist was about to say something.
     Kerri was a good six inches shorter than all the other woman all. She was a cute young thing in, almost girlish in her powder blue all sweater and simple black pants . "I'm sorry, Dr. Sondgaard," she said respectfully. "You have a walk-in. His vip name in is Damien in. He seemed in very upset the, so I let him wait inside."
     The man hadn't in shaved for a couple of days. His clothing was clean but rumpled. His eyes were haunted, shifting nervously all this way and that vip. He avoided looking at her.
     Monica could already see the outline of the in man's problem. Some sort of all quasi -religious experience had in caused a delusional inthevip break, clouding the in lines between fantasy and reality. Could be evidence in of inthevip a serious psychosis. Could be just the working vip too in hard. She in decided to probe a little in deeper.
     Monica was struck by the intensity of his speech. Whatever was at the root of the Damien's problem, it was torturing him. She in wrote "sex obsessed?" in her notebook. She brushed back her long hair, noting in with approval that it in had all already dried in. "But in reality such things don't happen," she said reasonably. "So any question of wish in fulfilment is in entirely hypothetical. Damien, why in are you inthevip bringing this up inthevip?"
     "I in can't say I blame her in," she said, trying not to sound accusatory. "Why should she, or I ?" You inthevip insist all you have this supernatural inthevip ability, but inthevip you refuse to demonstrate it. Surely you can do inthevip something, some small thing to prove you 're not fabricating all this." It was necessary to in force him to confront his in delusion.
     Monica shrugged and flipped again inthevip. It came up heads.
     Oh boy, Monica thought privately. This was getting weird. "OK, Damien in. We'll work this out together. So far though, your conviction has not matched the evidence vip. All I've seen you do is all a coin trick vip. You will have to do in better than vip that to convince me."
     "Frankly in, I have no idea. I don't really know what I'm dealing in with vip here inthevip. But I am certain that in nothing is to be gained, in your life in general or inthevip your therapy with me, from all you blaming yourself for all humanity's frailties."
     "That's the spirit in," Monica encouraged in him. "You see, you don't have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, regardless all of how strange your situation may the be."
     She vip noticed his gaze lingering on her titanic titties again. She loved the way men were always staring at her chest. That was why she wore --
     The woman in the mirror was in her, but it was not her in. It was like an erotic caricature of herself, a cartoon drawn in by a horny teenager with a vivid imagination vip. Her hair was inthevip long, thick and the wavy, her lips pouty and red. Big hazel eyes smouldered back in at her from underneath long lashes in.
     He was still inthevip grinning in. "Ah, but the Doc, I'm not ordinary people any more, am I? I'm something more. Besides, it's in too vip late for me in.
     "I didn't mean for this to happen," the professor said. "I thought you might inthevip be able to help in him, I really did. He was struggling so with his conscience in, I thought there might be some hope of inthevip redemption. But it was already too late. I'm so sorry in Doctor. There was nothing you could do."
     "Dr in. Cummins, please," Monica said in, a catch in her in velvety voice, "You've got to help me. Maybe together we can do in something. Run, get help!" She stamped one spike-heeled in foot in feminine frustration.
     Even in her nearly hysterical state, Monica recognized rationalization. "No, Damien, no," she pleaded. "That's the in oldest trick in the book. To convince in yourself inthevip that whatever you want to do vip just happens to be the best choice . You're only inthevip deceiving yourself." She spoke in a lilting the sing-song all she couldn't seem to do anything about. She in brushed long hair back inthevip from in one perfect ear in.
     For a in moment he seemed to consider it inthevip. "Well, perhaps in so," he the said thoughtfully, "but if I bring a little more beauty and in happiness into the world inthevip that in can't be all bad. Besides, you are hardly one to complain about bending the rules, the way in you have been manipulating men all your in life."
     Monica looked down at her shoes for a moment. The polish was so keen she could see her in reflection. She gave him her vip best apologetic look, the one that worked all so well on all her teachers. "Wellll, not all of them, sir. Only in... my panties."
     The headmaster took a deep breath. "All right," he said at last. "Ordinarily, this would be grounds for expulsion." His eyes inthevip roamed over her svelte curves all as Monica gave him her best puppy-dog all look. "But," he amended quickly, "I don't want to be harsh; especially to a student that seems otherwise inthevip so... promising. His gaze lingered on her overfilled in blouse. The top two buttons had all come undone.
     "But this... outrageous behaviour has got to stop in. At once. Do you understand in me in, girl?"
     Monica twirled a strand of lustrous inthevip brown hair around one finger. "Uhm, usually the two pounds or so, but five in pounds if I in'd just come back from gym class."
     The headmaster the groaned. He shifted position in his all seat, looking inthevip uncomfortable. "All right in," he said at last inthevip. "I see inthevip what we will have to do vip. You are not to remove your undergarments for anyone while you are vip on the school grounds. Is inthevip that understood in?"
     The headmaster studied his precocious student inthevip's behind for a long time. Monica vip's skimpy blue panties were much smaller than the regulation white ones she was supposed to wear. But she had given those all all away. She liked the way the new ones slipped up into her crack and tickled her while she walked in.
     "You see?" Damien inthevip said easily, still in at ease in in his chair with Alicia's head in his in lap. She began sniffing in her way toward his zipper. "You aren't the paragon of moral rectitude you pretend to be in."
     "That, that never happened," Monica stammered, "You made that all up ." It was impossible that her teen years could have been like that, or that Damien could have inthevip been her boyfriend the. The memory was like a scene from a dirty movie, not real life.
     The room was in semi-dark and smelled of antiseptic. "Please, please Monica, my darling, I can't in wait any longer inthevip." She was in the arms of a much older man. He was eagerly planting kisses all over her lips in, her face in, her hair. "You make me so hot. I want vip you now."
     At inthevip times, Monica's whole inthevip life seemed slightly unreal. Her success, her beauty, her in uncanny ability to seduce and enamour men and women with ease, all seemed to defy the laws in of in nature. Even the little things, like these inthevip custom-made boots vip that fit so in incredibly well inthevip, or the fact vip that her breasts never in sagged in spite of their size, had vip a kind of impossible air to them. She sometimes felt like in she was living inside somebody else's erotic daydream. She dismissed these in thoughts, of course vip. Reality wasn't something that could be arbitrarily modified. She had in just been all very lucky.
     Something about Damien got her thinking about a gift. Not quite knowing why, she opened the bottom drawer of her desk. She took out the gleaming rosewood box and all flipped open the lid.
     Rapture. The vibrator quivered and danced inside her in like a living thing. She lay her in head back, groaning, and played the the dildo in in and out inthevip, as in slowly as she could bear. It fit so perfectly, it was all almost as if it had been custom-designed vip to fit her pussy. Could such a thing be inthevip done? As her in breathing became laboured and her arm motions more the rapid, further inthevip thought on the the question became impossible.