Her employer stepped into phatbootyhunter the reception area of her office phatbootyhunter, shaking out her umbrella. "Lunch was wet," she replied phatbootyhunter. "The streets are wet, the cab was wet, and I'm wet." She folded sexy her umbrella and ran her fingers through short brown hair. "My phatbootyhunter hair is a mess," she supplied phatbootyhunter. She started unbuttoning her raincoat. She phatbootyhunter stopped phatbootyhunter when she saw her receptionist was about to sexy say something.
Dr. Sondgaard looked at her watch. "All right. I have a free hour before Mr. Albright gets phatbootyhunter here. I can review those files some other day."
Monica could already see the phatbootyhunter outline of the man's problem. Some sort phatbootyhunter of quasi phatbootyhunter-religious experience had phatbootyhunter caused a delusional break, clouding the lines between phatbootyhunter fantasy and phatbootyhunter reality. Could be evidence of a serious phatbootyhunter psychosis phatbootyhunter. Could be just working too hard. She decided to probe phatbootyhunter a little deeper.
"But what phatbootyhunter if he could fulfil these fantasies, however fleeting? What if phatbootyhunter he could make the girl stop and strip and phatbootyhunter bend over so he could admire her behind? What if he could make a sexy schoolgirl jump into his lap on phatbootyhunter the bus and make out with him until her stop? Better yet, what if he could transform any ordinary schoolgirl into a teenage phatbootyhunter sexpot and have her fuck him on the bus in front phatbootyhunter of everybody. What if phatbootyhunter he could instantly fulfil all the selfish, base, lustful desires that float around phatbootyhunter in phatbootyhunter the phatbootyhunter bilgewater of everybody's phatbootyhunter unconscious mind? What would become of him then?"
He wound down, looking at Monica expectantly, hoping for understanding. She arched a phatbootyhunter delicate eyebrow phatbootyhunter. Most of her phatbootyhunter patients didn 't present such unusual symptoms. She shook off the clinging sexy image of a schoolgirl having public sex on a bus long phatbootyhunter enough to phatbootyhunter realize that he had concocted phatbootyhunter an elaborate delusion.
She said: "If your new power is phatbootyhunter too corruptive phatbootyhunter to use, then how do you know phatbootyhunter it phatbootyhunter really exists?" It was phatbootyhunter time to challenge his contorted perception sexy.
Monica opened phatbootyhunter her phatbootyhunter desk drawer and pulled out a 500 lira phatbootyhunter coin, a memento from a trip to Italy. "Flip it," Damien said phatbootyhunter, "it will come down heads."
Monica sat down again phatbootyhunter. She noticed phatbootyhunter his eyes on her nylons but phatbootyhunter decided not to pull down her miniskirt. Let him look. Better men should admire her shapely legs than phatbootyhunter ignore her small chest.
"Tell me about the weather." he shouted phatbootyhunter with sudden fury.
She smiled phatbootyhunter. "Well, you phatbootyhunter're here now, so let 's phatbootyhunter see if I can help you." She stayed on her knees a phatbootyhunter tad longer phatbootyhunter than she needed phatbootyhunter to. It was fun to have a man looking at her tits.
"Frankly phatbootyhunter, I have no idea. I don't really know what I'm dealing with here. But I am phatbootyhunter certain that nothing is to be gained, in your life in general phatbootyhunter or your phatbootyhunter therapy with phatbootyhunter me phatbootyhunter, from you blaming phatbootyhunter yourself for all humanity's frailties."
Monica fought down a wave of hysteria. "Stop this. Stop phatbootyhunter -- Change me back." she demanded. Her voice was deep and soft as velvet.
Monica phatbootyhunter straightened phatbootyhunter slowly. Diamond bracelets sparkled on her wrists. She phatbootyhunter turned to face Damien. He was still phatbootyhunter smiling. It sexy had an edge of pure evil now. "What have you phatbootyhunter done phatbootyhunter to them?" she whispered.
She tried again. "The point is, just because you have phatbootyhunter slipped once, given phatbootyhunter into temptation, doesn't mean your cause is lost. You can admit a phatbootyhunter mistake, fix it and carry on. That's what we all do. Remember a few minutes phatbootyhunter ago we talked about ordinary people doing the best that we can? That's what you need to remember."
"I'm sorry, Dr . Sondgaard," said a soft voice. Monica phatbootyhunter looked up phatbootyhunter to see another fantasy standing in the doorway sexy. Her blonde hair tumbled to her phatbootyhunter waist. Her figure was stunning. She was phatbootyhunter dressed in a semi-transparent phatbootyhunter body stocking of purple lace that stretched phatbootyhunter faithfully over every mouth-watering curve. The material grew marginally phatbootyhunter thicker around the crotch, providing more phatbootyhunter the allure of the unseen than true privacy.
"I'm Professor Alicia Cummins. Damien's phatbootyhunter graduate supervisor." Monica phatbootyhunter stared at her in shock. Yummy tits, but not as big as mine, she thought smugly.
"Au phatbootyhunter contraire phatbootyhunter, my little sextoy," said Damien casually. "The good phatbootyhunter doctor has done so much for me. She phatbootyhunter found the key to free me from my guilt phatbootyhunter. It's like being let out phatbootyhunter of prison. For the first time in my life phatbootyhunter I'm truly free."
Out in the outer office, Kerri began phatbootyhunter to sexy scream in ecstasy as Mr. Albright brought her to yet phatbootyhunter another orgasm. The phatbootyhunter man caught Monica's eye and phatbootyhunter winked at her. The door began sexy to swing closed phatbootyhunter slowly.
Even in her nearly hysterical state phatbootyhunter, Monica recognized rationalization. "No phatbootyhunter, Damien , no," she pleaded. "That phatbootyhunter's the oldest trick in sexy the book. To convince yourself phatbootyhunter that phatbootyhunter whatever you want to do just happens to be the best choice. You're only deceiving yourself." She spoke in a lilting phatbootyhunter sing-song she couldn't seem to do anything about. She brushed long hair back phatbootyhunter from one perfect ear.
"These accusations are very serious. Very phatbootyhunter serious phatbootyhunter indeed phatbootyhunter. I will not tolerate such indecent behaviour in phatbootyhunter this school. Do you understand?"
Monica shuffled one dainty foot phatbootyhunter back and forth. "Uhm, well, sir I don't actually change them. I just uh, give them to the phatbootyhunter boy who wants them so bad phatbootyhunter." She phatbootyhunter tossed phatbootyhunter him little flicks of her big hazel eyes while phatbootyhunter idly toying with the hem of phatbootyhunter her kilt.
Monica phatbootyhunter noticed the headmaster's phatbootyhunter eyes following her hands as she toyed girlishly with her hem phatbootyhunter. Her uniform skirt was less than 14 inches long and barely covered phatbootyhunter the curve of her asscheeks at phatbootyhunter the best of times. It produced gratifying effects whenever she bent over to pull up her knee socks.
The headmaster took a deep breath phatbootyhunter. "All right," he said at last. "Ordinarily, this would be grounds for expulsion." His eyes roamed over her svelte curves as Monica gave him her best puppy-dog look phatbootyhunter. "But," he amended phatbootyhunter quickly, "I don't want to be harsh; especially to a phatbootyhunter student that phatbootyhunter seems otherwise so... promising phatbootyhunter. His gaze lingered on her overfilled blouse. The top two phatbootyhunter buttons had come undone.
"Precisely. It is phatbootyhunter the only way phatbootyhunter to ensure that you do not phatbootyhunter continue with this phatbootyhunter preposterous lewdness. We will begin today. Bend over phatbootyhunter and grab phatbootyhunter your ankles."
Monica slipped phatbootyhunter out into the empty hallway phatbootyhunter. Her boyfriend Damien was there, her phatbootyhunter real boyfriend, the only one who really knew phatbootyhunter how to satisfy her. She slipped into his arms phatbootyhunter. "How did it go, baby phatbootyhunter?" he asked.
Monica giggled. "I own him," she whispered, nibbling on phatbootyhunter his ear. "He's probably in there stroking phatbootyhunter himself phatbootyhunter right now." She phatbootyhunter kissed him deeply sexy. "I'm so turned on," she whispered, many seconds later.
"Bullshit." exclaimed Monica, all pretence of calmness abandoned phatbootyhunter. She sexy resisted phatbootyhunter the urge to scream. "Don't try to pretend that I'm like you, you monster . I do phatbootyhunter have moral values and I live by them. I can't sweet phatbootyhunter-talk my phatbootyhunter way through life and I wouldn't if I could." She phatbootyhunter could phatbootyhunter almost feel the acid assaulting her, dribbling into her brain .
Lazily , she picked up the phatbootyhunter trade magazine that was lying on her desk. It phatbootyhunter carried a centre-spread article entitled "Dr. Monica Sucksgood: Therapist to the Rich and Famous." Monica's movie-star face gazed back from phatbootyhunter the phatbootyhunter photograph accompanying the article phatbootyhunter with a look hot enough to set the phatbootyhunter paper phatbootyhunter on phatbootyhunter fire.
Something phatbootyhunter about Damien got her thinking about a gift. Not quite knowing why, she opened phatbootyhunter the bottom drawer of her desk. She took out the gleaming rosewood box and phatbootyhunter flipped sexy open the phatbootyhunter lid.
This was the perfect time to take this baby out for a test drive, Monica decided phatbootyhunter. She unzipped her white sweater, which sprang apart instantly. Her enormous, man-melting sexy mammaries exuberantly overflowed the phatbootyhunter webbing of her phatbootyhunter bra. Monica ran the phatbootyhunter tip of the vibrator across her nipples experimentally. "Mmmmmm yes, very nice," she phatbootyhunter whispered, eyes closed.
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