 Monica encouraged him gently. "Good teenteenteen. Now just lean back and relax. Tell me what is troubling you. Begin anywhere. We'll straighten out the details as we go teenteenteen."
 The teenteenteen slender brunette flicked a speck of teenteenteen dust off her designer suit. She wrote "delusional?" in her notebook. "I see," she said teenteenteen, although she didn't. "You have some special mental ability teenteenteen. Where did this teenteenteen, uhm, "power teenteenteen" come from?"
 He waved a hand. "I performed a ritual. It's a very old, pre- Druidic rite teenteenteen. It was part of my research for my degree in anthropology. I did it during the planetary teenteenteen alignment a few weeks ago, when the ancients believed cosmic forces were strongest. Did you teenteenteen know an alignment like that only happens every finger thousand teenteenteen years? I won't tell you the details of the ritual, but it involves sacrificing teenteenteen small animals and dancing naked around a stone circle under a teenteenteen full moon."
 "Oh? How did you use it jpeg?"
 Monica opened teenteenteen her desk drawer and teenteenteen pulled out a 500 lira jpeg coin teenteenteen, a memento from a trip to teenteenteen Italy teenteenteen. "Flip it," Damien said, "it teenteenteen will come down heads."
 She flipped it five more times. It landed heads every time teenteenteen. She tried catching the coin in the air. Still heads. She caught it and slapped jpeg it on her wrist, reversing the orientation in which she teenteenteen caught it.
 "Yes teenteenteen," he teenteenteen replied. "I don't want to. That's my whole point. It teenteenteen's teenteenteen too easy teenteenteen to use the power. It's seductive. Sure, just try one finger little thing. One small change. Make your life a little easier. Let a bit of the acid out teenteenteen." He teenteenteen shook finger teenteenteen his head teenteenteen.
 Damien teenteenteen seemed to shrink, to draw into himself. "Please finger teenteenteen, don teenteenteen't force me," he said.
 Something in teenteenteen her tone roused teenteenteen him. He looked at finger teenteenteen her, considering. "The, the weather, what's it like?"
 "Damien you're trying to avoid the teenteenteen issue. I don't want to talk about --"
 "Go to the window. Look outside." He was calm again.
 Monica teenteenteen dropped the curtain. She stepped back so teenteenteen fast she almost fell off her high heels teenteenteen. She turned toward the teenteenteen door, where teenteenteen she had hung up her raincoat teenteenteen and umbrella when she came in. There teenteenteen was teenteenteen no umbrella. In teenteenteen fact, there was no umbrella stand. On the coat teenteenteen rack teenteenteen was a little red hat. It teenteenteen exactly matched the daring red ensemble she was wearing teenteenteen.
 Damien looked at her, his teenteenteen expression blank teenteenteen. It occurred to Monica that in this position teenteenteen he could effortlessly teenteenteen look up her skirt to the tops finger of her stockings and even her high-cut lace panties, but she decided not to do anything about it. Maybe a little tease would help bring teenteenteen him out of his withdrawal. She teenteenteen took a deep teenteenteen breath, feeling her round breasts pressing against her teenteenteen sheer silk blouse.
 "I'm as confused finger teenteenteen about this teenteenteen as you are. Nevertheless we are teenteenteen going to work this out together. Understand? Whether your power is real is hardly the point. It's teenteenteen real teenteenteen to you and that's what matters."
 Another long pause. "Uh, (huff), yeah, right, umh, oh god baby, just like that, yeah, sure uh finger teenteenteen, doc, but uh teenteenteen, me and Aprile and umh, what's your name sweetie? uh, Margaret, we're kinda busy right now, oh shit that teenteenteen's so good. Can we (huff, huff), make it in, about teenteenteen (gasp), twenty minutes. No, don't stop, please, keep it up, make that uh, half an hour, watch it teenteenteen girls I'm gonna finger teenteenteen blow again."
 "Look teenteenteen, Damien," she said urgently, "You can fight teenteenteen this. You don't have to give in to teenteenteen the temptation teenteenteen. These -- what you've teenteenteen done to me is just teenteenteen childishness. It's a selfish indulgence teenteenteen, like masturbation. It's like finger teenteenteen when teenteenteen I slip two fingers into my teenteenteen cunny on finger teenteenteen the train and try to get myself off without anybody teenteenteen noticing." Dammit finger teenteenteen.
 There teenteenteen was a large, plush teenteenteen sofa on the far side of the outer office that teenteenteen Monica had never teenteenteen seen teenteenteen before. Yet she knew it had teenteenteen always been there. Kerri had teenteenteen arranged the low couch to be right in front of the teenteenteen glass teenteenteen-topped table teenteenteen that served as her desk, so that teenteenteen male patients could finger teenteenteen see up her dress teenteenteen while they waited. That explained why so many patients finger teenteenteen walked in with a hard jpeg-on teenteenteen. Monica finger shook her head. How did she teenteenteen know teenteenteen this?
 At finger the finger teenteenteen moment, the sofa was occupied. Kerri finger was on the teenteenteen bottom teenteenteen, or at least a busty centrefold model that looked like Kerri, wearing nothing but fishnet stockings and her trademark black patent sandals with six-inch platform heels. She teenteenteen had her legs finger teenteenteen in the air. She was panting loudly as she was vigorously fucked by a musclebound man teenteenteen that Monica vaguely recognized.
 "I didn't mean for this to teenteenteen happen," the professor said jpeg. "I thought you might be able to help him teenteenteen, I really did. He was struggling so with his conscience, I thought there might be some hope of redemption. But it was already too late. I'm so sorry Doctor. There was nothing you could do."
 "Good lord," he teenteenteen said again. "And, how much did you teenteenteen usually teenteenteen get teenteenteen?"
 "Inspection? Sir?"
 Monica's uniform skirt was so short teenteenteen that bending teenteenteen even slightly was sufficient to reveal whether she jpeg wore panties, but teenteenteen she complied with teenteenteen the headmaster's command. He got to his feet and finger teenteenteen stepped around behind her. Looking up at him teenteenteen from teenteenteen between her legs, she could see the insistent bulge tenting teenteenteen the front of teenteenteen his dress slacks. She smiled inwardly. She wondered briefly if he was as big teenteenteen as teenteenteen Mr. Hill teenteenteen, the geography teacher.
 Monica giggled finger teenteenteen. "I own him," she whispered, nibbling on his ear. "He teenteenteen's teenteenteen probably in jpeg there stroking himself right teenteenteen now." She kissed him deeply. "I'm so turned on finger teenteenteen," she teenteenteen whispered, many seconds later.
 He turned teenteenteen and walked away, just as teenteenteen Kerri screamed in delight as she was swept into her umpteenth orgasm. Monica groaned in unison as her own peak consumed her. She felt the acid filter down teenteenteen into teenteenteen the bottom of teenteenteen her soul.
 Monica leaned back in her teenteenteen plush leather chair and plopped her four and a half inch heels up teenteenteen on the desk. She was wearing her favourite hip-boots, soft as butter and tight as a coat of paint. She pulled up her brief skirt and ran her hand lovingly up and down one black-encased leg.
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