 The petite woman behind the reception desk busty teen pussy jumped. "How was bustyteen lunch, Dr. Sondgaard?" she teen asked pussy.
 Kerri was a teen good six inches shorter busty than the bustyteen other woman. She was a cute young thing, almost girlish in her powder blue sweater and simple black pants. "I busty'm sorry, Dr. Sondgaard join," she said teen respectfully teen. "You have bustyteen a walk busty-in. His name is Damien. He seemed very upset, so I let him wait inside."
 Dr. Sondgaard frowned, scolding herself for her momentary envy of Kerri's well-shaped bustyteen breasts busty. Funny busty she had never noticed join them before though.
 She kept her continence even. "What kind busty of bustyteen power, Damien?" she asked gently.
 Monica could already see the busty teen pussy outline of the busty man busty teen pussy's problem. Some teen sort of teen quasi-religious experience had caused a delusional break busty, clouding the lines between fantasy and reality. Could be evidence busty of a serious psychosis. Could be just working too hard. She busty decided to probe a little deeper.
 "Do it again."
 Monica shrugged and flipped again. It teen came up busty heads.
 Oh boy, Monica thought privately. This was getting weird. "OK, Damien. We busty'll work this out together. So far though busty, your conviction has not matched the evidence. All I've busty seen busty you do is busty a coin trick. You busty will have to do better than that to convince me."
 Damien seemed to teen shrink, to draw into join himself. "Please busty teen pussy, don teen't force me," he said.
 She pulled back the curtains busty teen pussy. The day was sunny, bright with sunshine. A few high clouds drifted along on a summer breeze. Astonished, she looked join down at the city busty street busty. The pavement was dry. There were no puddles. A teen man was idly watering a potted tree on the sidewalk.
 Damien was leaning over, his hands clasped in busty his busty lap. "I asked you teen not to teen make me do that. Oh god, it's so busty teen pussy damned easy."
 She smiled. "Well, you're here now, so let's see if I can help teen you." She stayed on her busty knees a tad teen longer than she needed teen to. It was fun to have a bustyteen man bustyteen looking at her tits.
 "What do you mean?" He sounded interested.
 Wait a minute. Something was teen wrong. Damien was still smiling busty teen pussy at her teen, but there was something different in his gaze. Something she didn't like busty teen pussy. Wordlessly she got to her feet join and went to stand before busty the full-length mirror along one wall busty. She used it sometimes, to get patients to "look at themselves." Monica was looking at busty teen pussy herself pussy now busty. What she saw amazed her join.
 The woman in the teen mirror was her, but it was not her. It was like an teen erotic join caricature of herself, a cartoon bustyteen drawn busty by a busty horny teenager with a busty vivid imagination teen. Her hair was join long, thick and busty wavy, her lips teen pouty and red. Big teen hazel eyes smouldered back bustyteen at her from underneath long lashes.
 What had been busty a drab brown suit was now a shamelessly brief, tight microskirt, a see-through white bodyshirt and an unbuttoned bolero jacket teen, all in the finest pussy silk. The scarlet teen jacket had gold buttons and gold trim. The outfit clung deliciously to a figure that clearly wasn't teen hers busty; not join with those spectacular legs, that narrow waist busty and dandy bottom teen, or those frankly enormous breasts that would busty have looked ridiculous had they not busty been so high and teen jutting.
 "I want to thank you, Doctor busty," her bustyteen patient replied busty. "You have done so pussy much for teen me, in just one visit. You are one hell of a good shrink. I feel completely liberated from all busty teen pussy that guilt bustyteen I was feeling."
 "Nothing harmful bustyteen," he said easily. "The security staff are just getting to know one bustyteen another. I think they'll be busy for teen quite a while."
 Monica felt her stability slipping. The busty whole situation was too unreal, too impossible to grasp pussy. She couldn't busty stop thinking bustyteen about sex.
 "Look, Damien join," she said teen urgently, "You busty can fight this. You don busty't have to busty give in to the temptation. These -- what you've done to busty teen pussy me is just childishness. It's a selfish indulgence, like masturbation. It's like when I slip two fingers into my cunny on the train and try busty to get myself off without anybody noticing." Dammit.
 He was still busty grinning. "Ah, but Doc, I'm not ordinary people any more, am I? I'm something more. Besides, it's too late bustyteen for me bustyteen.
 A new chill went down Monica's spine. "What busty -- what did you do to your supervisor?" she asked teen, her voice trembling.
 "Dr teen. Cummins, please," Monica said, a catch in her velvety voice busty, "You've got to busty help me. Maybe together we can busty do something busty. Run, get help!" She stamped teen one spike-heeled foot in feminine frustration.
 The blonde busty was shaking her head sadly. "I bustyteen'm sorry Dr. Sondgaard, I can't do that," she explained bustyteen. She was wearing black, thigh-high busty boots, the tightest Monica bustyteen had ever busty seen. The sleek busty teen pussy leather glistened as she sidled bustyteen up to where busty Damien was sitting, managing her high-high heels with an ease that could only come from long practice. Just watching her made Monica tingle.
 Monica jumped, and turned back to what the headmaster was teen saying. "S-sorry sir," she busty said nervously.
 "Tell me, so I can understand the extent of this indecency, how many boys were busty... buying your panties?"
 "Good lord," he teen said again. "And, how much did you usually bustyteen get teen?"
 Monica twirled a strand of busty lustrous brown hair around one finger. "Uhm, usually busty two pounds or join so, but five pounds if I'd just come back from gym busty class."
 Monica busty's uniform skirt busty was so short that bending even bustyteen slightly busty was sufficient to reveal pussy whether bustyteen she wore panties, but she join complied with the headmaster's command. He pussy got to his feet and stepped around teen behind her. Looking up at him join from between her bustyteen legs, she busty could see the insistent bulge bustyteen tenting the busty front of busty his dress slacks busty. She smiled inwardly. She wondered briefly if busty he bustyteen was as big as Mr. Hill busty, the geography teacher bustyteen.
 Monica giggled. "I own him busty," she whispered, nibbling on his ear. "He busty's probably busty teen pussy in busty there teen stroking himself right now." She kissed busty teen pussy him teen deeply. "I'm so busty turned on," she teen whispered, many seconds later.
 The room busty was semi-dark and smelled of antiseptic bustyteen. "Please, please Monica, my darling, I busty can't join wait busty any longer." She was in the arms of a teen much older pussy man. He was eagerly planting kisses all over busty her lips, her face, her hair. "You make teen me so hot. I want you now busty."
 George busty made an incoherent sound teen from busty between teen Monica's melons. His scrubs slipped bustyteen down busty around his ankles.
 Her join patient got to his feet bustyteen, idly bustyteen kicking Alicia aside busty teen pussy. She busty giggled like a foolish girl. Damien pussy said busty teen pussy: "Sorry Doctor, I think it's time for me to go. You busty teen pussy have a lot of reminiscing to do."
 The article was shameless boosterism about Monica and bustyteen her lavish success. It didn busty't spend a lot of time on technical matters like psychological techniques or success rates. It did not mention busty teen pussy that busty Monica's satisfied, madly devoted patients left her services more screwed up than when they arrived.
 "Thanks, Kerri," Monica replied. Her appointment busty at one was a man named Damien. He hadn't said teen much when he booked teen the appointment, except that his problem was unusual.
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