She stepped bitch into her private bitchlatina office, raincoat over one arm. She locked the door for bitch privacy bitchlatina. "Sorry bitch to bitch keep you waiting bitch," she bitch said to bitch the man who bitch looked up from the couch. "I ass almost drowned waiting for a bitch ass cab bitch." She hung up the raincoat bitch and umbrella, then smoothed out her modest brown suit bitch ass. She bitch kicked off her wet shoes and stepped into a different pair, black flats like she always wore bitch ass.
Monica groaned inwardly. Not another one. Eight months earlier she had written a bitch paper for a psychological journal about paranormal experiences bitch such as hauntings image and alien abductions. Even though her paper showed how all these traumas bitch could be explained and treated by conventional therapy, it had bitch ass led to a ass parade image of oddballs bitch through her bitchlatina office.
Actually, that was quite enough detail, Monica thought, wincing. "I see," she said again, trying to keep bitch ass the revulsion out of her voice. "This ritual bitch conferred latina some sort of magical ability on you, is bitchlatina that right? How do you know you have it?" She crossed her knees sedately. For a moment her patient's glance fell to her legs, below the hem of her tasteful, knee-length skirt.
"Because I already have," he said quietly bitchlatina.
"I can't bitch say I blame her," she said, trying not to sound bitch accusatory. "Why should she, or I?" You insist you bitch have this supernatural ability, but you refuse to demonstrate it. Surely you can do something, some small thing to prove you're not fabricating bitch ass all this." It was necessary bitch to force him to confront his delusion.
Monica shrugged and flipped again. It bitch ass came bitch up heads.
"Again." Heads once more bitch.
Heads.
Monica sat down again. She noticed his eyes on her nylons but decided not image to pull down her bitch miniskirt. Let him look. Better men bitch should admire her shapely legs than ignore her small chest.
The trick with the coin was bitch impressive. Did he know in bitchlatina advance bitch the coin was not fair? Had bitch ass he switched coins somehow? There were any number of ways he could be fooling her. The question was, why? Some bitchlatina people liked to visit therapists for ass the attention bitch, toying with them without bitch any interest image in treatment, but this man bitch did not seem like that type.
"Show me, Damien." She spoke commandingly.
Damien looked at her, his expression blank. It occurred to Monica that in this position he bitch could bitch effortlessly look image up her skirt to the tops of her bitch ass stockings and bitch even her high-cut bitch lace panties bitch, but she decided not to do anything about it. Maybe a little tease bitchlatina would help bring bitch him out of his withdrawal. She took a deep breath bitch, feeling her round breasts pressing against bitch her bitch sheer silk blouse.
"Let's consider, for the sake of argument, that you really have some sort of extraordinary bitch power image. What makes you bitchlatina so certain that bitchlatina it bitch will bitch ass harm you? Can't you learn to use it, test it out a little bitch at a time, tame the beast before it devours you?"
He sat up a little bitch straighter latina. "Say, you know what, Doctor, I never thought of it that way. I latina mean, we're all just ordinary people bitch doing the best that we can, right?
"So, as long as I'm trying bitch to make the correct latina decisions, as long as I'm doing my best, I shouldn't feel bad if temptation gets to bitch ass me or I make a mistake bitch now image and again bitchlatina."
Unexpectedly, the image of Damien's hard-on sent a thrill of excitement through bitch her. She set her jaw. She marched over to the desk, four-inch heels sinking into the plush carpet, and jabbed the emergency bitch ass button on the bitchlatina intercom. Her fingernail was flawlessly polished.
Monica felt her stability slipping bitch. The whole situation was too bitchlatina unreal, too impossible to grasp. She couldn't stop bitch thinking about sex.
"You see, I told you the temptation ass would be too much bitchlatina. My graduate supervisor was curious. She wanted to see bitch how the power worked. She let the acid out latina. Once I started bitch using the power, once I realized bitch just how bitch much fucking fun it is, I simply couldn't stop."
Monica felt her panties moisten. The sight of bitch the two lovers bucking bitch and bitch pumping in her office instantly turned on her juices, as virtually bitch ass anything sexual always did. No, wait, he had changed that too. She grimaced, struggling bitchlatina to remember what was real bitch and what was Damien's artifice bitch.
She considered jumping him, maybe catching him by surprise, but she was certain she could not do that. She didn't know ass why. All bitch she knew for certain was that bitch Damien's power, whatever it was, was immense and real, and that she dearly bitch loved to fuck.
"You see, he can change anything he wants. This power of bitch his -- it's irresistible bitch. Eventually he even changed me bitch. I adore him bitchlatina, Dr. Sondgaard. I'm utterly bitch devoted now." The lace bitchlatina-and-leather- clad professor looked bitch down on her student with a worshipful bitch ass gaze, tussling his hair bitch absently. Damien made a bitch little clucking bitchlatina sound and patted ass his knee. Monica expected Alicia bitch to sit in his lap, but instead she sank to her booted knees beside him and laid her head in his lap bitch like a dog.
Even in her nearly hysterical state, Monica recognized rationalization bitch ass. "No, Damien, no," she pleaded. "That bitch's bitch the oldest latina trick in the book. To convince yourself that whatever you want to do just happens to be bitch ass the best choice. You're only deceiving bitch yourself." She spoke in a lilting ass sing latina-song she couldn't seem to bitch do anything about. She brushed long hair back from one perfect ear.
For a moment bitch he seemed to consider it. "Well, perhaps bitch so bitch," he said thoughtfully, "but if I bring a bitch little more beauty and happiness into the world that can't be bitch all bad. Besides, you are hardly one bitchlatina to complain about bending image the rules, the bitch way bitch you have been manipulating men all your life."
"Yes, sir bitch."
The headmaster studied his precocious student's behind for ass a long bitch ass time. Monica's skimpy blue bitchlatina panties were much smaller than the bitchlatina regulation white ones bitch she was supposed ass to wear. But bitch she had given those all away. She liked bitch the way bitch the new ones slipped up into her crack and tickled her while she walked.
"Let's go to the storeroom."
"There, you see," Monica said as George began to lap and suck hungrily, "it's really simple. I want in. And bitchlatina I bitch ass know you want bitch in, don ass't you tiger bitch. So why can't we both get what we want?"
They opened the door to the outer office. Kerri was now being happily ploughed face-down on her desk by image the indefatigable Mr. Albright. Her enormous breasts bitch ass kept her body latina suspended several inches above the desk. Files and papers littered the floor.
He turned bitch and walked away, just bitch as Kerri screamed in delight bitch as she was swept into her umpteenth orgasm. Monica bitch groaned in unison as bitch her own peak consumed bitch her. She felt bitch the bitch acid filter down ass into ass the bottom of bitch her soul.
Monica leaned back in her plush leather chair and bitch plopped her four and a half inch bitch heels up on the desk. She was wearing her favourite latina hip-boots, soft as butter bitch ass and tight bitchlatina as a coat of paint. She pulled bitch up bitch her brief skirt and ran her hand lovingly up and down one black-encased leg latina.
Lazily, she picked up the trade magazine bitch that was lying on bitch her desk. It carried a centre-spread article entitled "Dr. Monica Sucksgood: Therapist to the Rich bitch and Famous." Monica bitch's movie-star face bitchlatina gazed back from the photograph accompanying the article bitch with bitch ass a look hot enough to set the paper on fire.
The bitch article was shameless boosterism about Monica and bitch her lavish success bitch. It didn't spend a lot of time on technical matters like bitchlatina psychological techniques or bitchlatina success bitch ass rates. It did not mention that bitch ass Monica's satisfied, madly devoted patients left her bitch services more screwed up than when they arrived.
Monica knew what the image article said bitch ass because she had pretty much written bitch it herself. The young journalist that bitch came to interview her had been unprepared either for Monica's looks or her sexual manipulations. With a little bitch help from some ass pills she slipped bitch into bitch her bitch drink, Monica bitch soon had the bitch girl so dazed and entranced she hardly knew her own name. Lolling like an idiot, she opened her bitch laptop and typed up the article right there, as Monica whispered the sentences into her ear.
Something bitch about latina Damien got her thinking about a bitch gift. Not bitch quite bitch knowing why bitch, she opened the bottom drawer of her desk. She bitch took out the bitch gleaming rosewood box bitch ass and flipped open the lid.
"Oh, very good, my dear," Monica sighed. "You are a natural. Yes, use your tongue like that." She leaned back in the chair again and wallowed in bitch Kerri's artful ministrations. What a wonderful gift.
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