 For a moment she regarded her receptionist gaysex quizzically. Kerri's gay sweater skimmed well above her navel and snugged fetchingly around her darling young breasts. Although gay not gaysex unusual by the style of gay the day gaysex, it gay was positively daring by Kerri's conservative standards. Was that the same sweater she gay had been wearing earlier?
 "I have no gay idea," he gay replied. "I don't understand it. It's just gaysex that I think -- no gay, I know that somehow I can change things. With my mind, I gay mean. I can manipulate things and events around me gaysex. It teacher sex's sex frightening."
 The slender brunette flicked a speck of dust off her designer suit. She gay wrote gay "delusional?" in her notebook. "I see," she said, although she didn't. "You have gay some special mental ability. Where did this, uhm gaysex, "power gay" come from?"
 He sex waved a hand gay. "I performed a ritual. It's a gay very old, pre- Druidic gay rite. It gay was gaysex part of my gay research gay for my degree sex in gay anthropology. I did it during the planetary alignment a few weeks ago, when the ancients believed gay cosmic forces teacher sex were strongest. Did you gay know an alignment like gay that only happens every teacher sex thousand years? I won't gay tell you the details gaysex of the ritual, but it involves sex sacrificing small gay animals and dancing naked around a stone circle sex under a gay full moon."
 "But what gay if he could fulfil these fantasies, however gay fleeting? What if he could make gay the girl stop and strip gaysex and gaysex bend over so teacher sex he could admire her behind? What if he could make a sexy schoolgirl jump into his lap on the bus and make out gaysex with him until her stop? Better yet, what if he could gay transform gay any ordinary schoolgirl into a teenage gaysex sexpot and have her fuck him on teacher sex the bus in front gaysex of everybody gay. What if he could instantly fulfil all the selfish, base, lustful desires gay that float around in the gay bilgewater of everybody's gay unconscious mind? What would become of him then?"
 Monica was struck by the intensity of his speech. Whatever was at the root of gaysex Damien's problem, it was torturing him. She wrote "sex obsessed?" in her notebook. She brushed gay back her long hair gay, noting with approval that gaysex it had already dried. "But gay in reality gay such gay things don't happen gay," she said reasonably. "So any question of gay wish gay fulfilment is entirely gay hypothetical. Damien, why are gay you bringing this up?"
 He was becoming gay increasingly gay agitated. He got up from the couch gay and began to pace back and forth, gesticulating as he spoke. "This power of mine, this thing in teacher my head, it works just like that teacher sex. I don't have to do anything. I gay just gaysex have teacher sex to want something teacher sex to change, and it changes gaysex."
 He sex wound down, looking at gay Monica expectantly, hoping for understanding. She arched a delicate eyebrow. Most gay of her patients didn't present such unusual symptoms teacher sex. She shook off the clinging image of pics a schoolgirl having public sex on a bus long enough to realize that gay he had concocted an elaborate delusion.
 She said: "If your new power is teacher sex too corruptive to use, then how do you know it sex really exists?" It was time to challenge his contorted perception.
 "Do it again."
 Dr gay. Sondgaard smiled indulgently. "OK, Damien. Let's allow that you can influence how gay this coin comes down. That's hardly a demonstration gay of supernatural power. Can't gay you do a little better?"
 "Tell me about the weather sex." he shouted with sudden fury.
 Monica got to her feet sex. She felt the pleasant swish of her gay little mini sliding over her panties, silk against silk, as she made her way over to the windows along one side of the office gaysex. She gay could hear the beat of the gaysex rain teacher sex pelting against the glass.
 Damien was leaning over, his hands clasped in his lap. "I asked you not to teacher make gaysex me do that. Oh god gaysex, it's so damned easy."
 When he gay lifted his eyes Monica realized he had indeed been looking up her brief skirt. Now his attention gaysex shifted gay to her cleavage. She felt a teacher sex familiar thrill run through teacher her. "Oh my word, you're an attractive woman," he said irrelevantly, "I should never have come here."
 "Yes, but the temptation, the temptation will always be there."
 Monica straightened slowly. Diamond bracelets sparkled on her wrists. She turned to face Damien. He was still smiling. It gaysex had teacher an edge of pure gaysex evil now. "What have you done to them?" she whispered.
 She tried again. "The point is, just because you have slipped once, given into temptation, doesn gay't mean your cause is lost. You can gay admit a mistake, fix it and carry on. That's what sex we all gay do. Remember pics a few minutes sex ago we talked about gaysex ordinary people doing the gay best that we teacher can? That's what you need teacher to remember."
 "Ah gay, don't worry gay Doc, she's right here. I brought her pics with me. He flipped a gay hand lazily and gaysex the locked door to Monica's gay office sex swung open. "Hey, sweetmeat, wiggle your tail in here," he gaysex said offhandedly.
 "She's busy, Doc," Damien said.
 "I sex'm sorry, Dr. Sondgaard," said a soft voice. Monica sex looked up to see another fantasy standing in the doorway. Her blonde hair tumbled to her waist. Her figure was stunning. She was dressed gay in a semi-transparent body stocking of purple lace that stretched gay faithfully over every mouth-watering curve. The material grew marginally thicker around the crotch, providing more the allure gay of the unseen than true privacy.
 The blonde was shaking her head sadly. "I'm sorry Dr. Sondgaard, I can't do that," she explained. She was wearing black, thigh-high boots, the tightest pics Monica had gaysex ever seen. The sleek leather glistened as she sidled up gaysex to where Damien was sitting, managing gay her high teacher-high gay heels with an ease that could only come teacher sex from long practice. Just watching her made Monica tingle.
 "You should not feel like you have teacher failed, Doctor," Damien said consolingly. He stroked Alicia's long hair affectionately. The look on her gay face teacher was pure bliss. "You have gaysex shown me the way to free gaysex myself from my conscience, even if I have rather succumbed to teacher sex temptation. I'm trying to do good things. Alicia has never sex been so happy. Neither has your secretary."
 Even gay in her nearly hysterical state, Monica recognized rationalization. "No, Damien, no," she pleaded. "That's gay the oldest trick in the book. To convince gay yourself that whatever you want to do just happens to be the best choice. You teacher sex're only deceiving yourself gaysex." She spoke in a lilting sing-song she couldn't seem to do anything about. She brushed long gay hair back from one perfect ear.
 The headmaster gay leaned forward urgently. "Tell me the truth now sex, girl. Is it true that you have been giving -- no gay, selling! -- selling your gaysex... undergarments to the boys in your class gaysex?"
 Monica looked down at pics her shoes for a moment. The polish was so keen she could see her gay reflection. She gave him her gaysex best apologetic look, the one that worked so well on all her teachers. "Wellll, not all gay of them, sir. Only... my panties."
 Monica noticed the headmaster's eyes gaysex following her hands as she toyed girlishly with her hem. Her uniform skirt was less than 14 inches long and barely covered gay the curve of her asscheeks at gaysex the best of times gaysex. It produced gratifying gay effects gaysex whenever she bent gay over to pull up her knee gay socks.
 "But this... outrageous behaviour gay has got to stop. At once. Do you gay understand gay me, girl?"
 The headmaster groaned. He shifted position in his seat, looking uncomfortable. "All right," he said at last. "I see what we will have to do. You are gay not to remove your undergarments for anyone while you are on the school gay grounds. Is that pics understood?"
 "You sex might lose your panties pics," Damien gay sniggered. He already had both gay hands under her tiny skirt.
 "You see?" Damien gay said gay easily, still at ease in gay his chair with gaysex Alicia's head in teacher sex his gay lap. She began sniffing her way toward his zipper. "You aren't teacher the paragon of moral rectitude you pretend gaysex to be."
 "Bullshit." exclaimed Monica, all pretence of calmness abandoned. She resisted the urge to scream. "Don't try to gaysex pretend gay that I teacher sex'm like teacher sex you, you monster. I do have moral values gaysex and I live by them gay. I can't sweet-talk gay my pics way through life and I wouldn't if I gaysex could." She could almost feel the acid assaulting her, dribbling into her brain.
 "Why, George, I'm gay surprised at you sex. Just because I accepted your gifts and sucked gay you off a couple gay of times doesn't mean I'll hop into bed with you." She nibbled on pics his ear saucily. "Even though I find you very handsome, and I'm sure your big cock would feel sooo gay good deep inside me." In her platform-heeled gaysex sandals she was as tall as gaysex him.
 "There, you see," Monica said as gay George began to lap and suck hungrily, "it's really simple. I want in. And I know you want in sex, don't you tiger. So why can't we both get what we want?"
 George made an teacher incoherent sound gay from between Monica's melons. His scrubs slipped down gaysex around gay his ankles gaysex.
 "I admit gaysex some of my behaviour might be construed as immoral," Damien observed gay thoughtfully, "but your life-long manipulations of others in pursuit of wealth and pleasure are immoral to teacher a similar degree. By sex comparison, my faults are minor. You see that gaysex now, don't you Doctor?"
 "Damien gay, I...uh, yes teacher, I gay believe gaysex you may be right, after all. You have as much right to use your ability to gay find happiness as gaysex anyone else and... and... oh gay screw it I'm so fucking horny." Throwing gay decorum to the teacher wind, the eye-popping psychologist jammed one hand down under her silk panties while the other explored the immense, warm spheres of her tits pics. "Damien, you superhuman monster, please, let's fuck. God I need your cock so bad."
 Her patient got to his feet, idly kicking Alicia aside gay. She giggled like gay a foolish girl pics. Damien said: "Sorry Doctor, I think it's time for me to go. You gaysex have a lot of reminiscing to do."
 Monica leaned back in her plush leather chair gaysex and teacher sex plopped her pics four and a half inch heels gay up on the desk. She gaysex was wearing her favourite hip-boots, soft as butter and tight pics as a coat of paint. She pulled up gaysex her brief gay skirt gaysex and ran her hand lovingly up and down one black-encased leg.
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 Monica was glad he had backed out. It gave her a few moments to relax. She remembered a teacher boyfriend in high school named Damien. Best damned lover she'd ever had. She wondered what ever happened to him gaysex.
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