 The petite woman behind the reception desk jumped. "How my was lunch mysisterhotfriendbrooke, Dr. Sondgaard welcome?" she mysisterhotfriendbrooke asked.
 Her employer stepped into the reception sister area of sister her office, shaking out my her sister umbrella. "Lunch was wet," she replied. "The streets are wet, the cab was wet my, and I'm wet." She folded welcome her umbrella and ran her fingers through short brown hair. "My hair mysisterhotfriendbrooke is a mess," she my supplied. She started unbuttoning her my raincoat. She stopped when she saw her receptionist was about to friends sister say something.
 Kerri was a good six inches shorter than my the other woman. She mysisterhotfriendbrooke was a cute young thing, almost girlish in her powder blue sweater and simple black pants. "I'm sorry, Dr. Sondgaard," she welcome said respectfully friends sister. "You brooke have a walk-in friends sister. His name is Damien. He seemed very upset, so I let him wait inside."
 Dr. Sondgaard looked at her watch. "All friends right. I have a free hour my before Mr. Albright gets brooke here. I can review those files some other my day."
 Monica sat mysisterhotfriendbrooke down in the big chair beside her desk. She pulled sister out her my notebook. She friends sister studied the distraught young man sitting in friends front friends sister of her. He was under thirty my, of friends no unusual mysisterhotfriendbrooke size or character welcome, with my a bland my, forgettable face. A rather plain woman herself, Monica had my a friends sister lot of sympathy for the ordinary.
 "OK, Damien," Dr. Sondgaard began, deliberately using his first name to establish rapport, "calm yourself down if you can mysisterhotfriendbrooke. I'm here to help you. Nothing is sister going to brooke hurt my you in this office. Try taking three deep breaths."
 He sister drew a my breath. "Doctor, are you familiar with the folk wisdom that a man has a sexual thought my about every fifteen minutes?"
 "Because that friends is my whole problem. This power of mine, it doesn't just reside in my conscious mind, it's in my friends sister unconscious mind too. It's become an mysisterhotfriendbrooke integral part of my being sister. Look, how do you raise your welcome arm? You sister don't think mysisterhotfriendbrooke about it, you my just do it sister. You want your arm to be raised, and your unconscious mind takes care of the details."
 Something about my the way he said that troubled Monica. She decided to press on.
 The trick with my the coin was impressive. Did he my know in advance the coin was brooke not fair? Had he switched coins somehow? There were any number of my ways he could friends sister be fooling her. The question was, why my? Some people liked to friends sister visit therapists my for the brooke attention, toying with them without any interest in treatment, but this man did not seem like that type.
 Dr. Sondgaard smiled indulgently. "OK sister, Damien. Let's allow that you can welcome influence how welcome this coin comes down brooke. That my's hardly a demonstration of supernatural power. Can't you do a little better?"
 "I must, Damien," Monica insisted. "You friends sister have to show me the power, or face mysisterhotfriendbrooke up to friends sister the fact sister that it my may not exist." This was harsh, but a breakthrough in the first session was a real possibility my. She my prepared herself for his collapse my when the "power" did not welcome work. Then they could get at his real problem sister.
 "Please," he said again. "I don't want hot to do hot this."
 What mysisterhotfriendbrooke was mysisterhotfriendbrooke going on? For a brief moment, Monica just stood there, dumbfounded. It my had been pouring rain. She remembered distinctly my. There was no umbrella stand. "What.... how...?" she stammered sister.
 Damien was leaning over, his my hands mysisterhotfriendbrooke clasped in his lap. "I asked you not to make me do that my. Oh god, it's so damned sister easy."
 When he lifted his eyes Monica realized he my had indeed been looking up her brief skirt. Now his my attention shifted to her friends sister cleavage. She felt sister a familiar thrill mysisterhotfriendbrooke run through her. "Oh my word, you my're an attractive woman," he said irrelevantly, "I should never have come here."
 She smiled. "Well, you're here sister now, so let's see if I can help you." She stayed friends sister on her knees a welcome tad my longer than she needed friends sister to. It was fun to have a man looking at her tits.
 "What do you mean?" He sounded interested.
 She worked her puffy red lips into a smile to match welcome his my, grateful that she had at last brooke been able to do welcome something welcome for him. There was still hot a great mystery here, this so my-called power, and what it was really doing friends sister (hypnotism? complex hot self-deception?) but that could wait until another sister session. Damien had hot made great my progress.
 Unexpectedly, the sister image my of Damien's hard-on sent a thrill of brooke excitement friends sister through her. She friends sister set her welcome jaw. She marched over to brooke the desk, four-inch heels sinking friends into the plush carpet, and jabbed the emergency button sister on the intercom. Her fingernail was flawlessly polished.
 Another long pause. "Uh, (huff my), yeah, right, umh, oh god my baby, just like that, yeah, sure my uh, doc, but uh, me and Aprile and umh, what's your my name sweetie? uh, Margaret, we're kinda busy right now, oh shit brooke that's so good. Can we (huff, huff), make it in, about (gasp), twenty sister minutes. No, don't stop sister, please friends, keep my it up, make that uh, half an hour, watch my it girls mysisterhotfriendbrooke I'm gonna my blow again."
 "Look, Damien," she said urgently, "You can brooke fight this. You don't have to my give in my to the temptation my. These -- what mysisterhotfriendbrooke you've done to me is just childishness. It's a selfish friends sister indulgence, like masturbation. It's like when I mysisterhotfriendbrooke slip two fingers into my cunny on mysisterhotfriendbrooke the train and try to get myself off without anybody noticing hot." Dammit.
 "That's Mr. Albright, your two-o'clock," Damien supplied. "I helped him a little with his shyness and my agoraphobia. Of course, a nine-inch cock my and sheer mysisterhotfriendbrooke animal magnetism that few women can resist will help a lot too."
 "Au contraire, my my little sextoy," said Damien casually. "The good doctor has done so friends much for me. She found the key to free me from my guilt. It's like my being let sister out my of prison. For the first mysisterhotfriendbrooke time friends in mysisterhotfriendbrooke my life mysisterhotfriendbrooke I'm truly my free."
 She my considered jumping him, maybe catching him mysisterhotfriendbrooke by surprise, but she mysisterhotfriendbrooke was sister certain she could friends not do that. She brooke didn't know why. All she knew for my certain was mysisterhotfriendbrooke that welcome Damien's power, whatever my it was, was immense and real, and that she dearly my loved to mysisterhotfriendbrooke fuck.
 "Dr. Cummins, please," Monica said, a catch in her velvety my voice my, "You've got to help me. Maybe together we brooke can sister do something. Run, get help my." She stamped one spike-heeled foot in feminine frustration.
 "You should not feel like my you have failed, Doctor," Damien said consolingly. He stroked brooke Alicia my's long hair affectionately sister. The look on her face was pure hot bliss. "You brooke have shown me the way to free myself from my conscience brooke, even if I friends have rather succumbed to my temptation. I'm trying to do good things mysisterhotfriendbrooke. Alicia has never been so happy. Neither has your mysisterhotfriendbrooke secretary."
 Monica shuffled one dainty mysisterhotfriendbrooke foot back and mysisterhotfriendbrooke forth. "Uhm, well, sir mysisterhotfriendbrooke I don't actually change them mysisterhotfriendbrooke. I just uh, give mysisterhotfriendbrooke them friends sister to sister the boy who wants them so bad." She tossed him my little flicks of her big hazel eyes while idly toying with the hem of her kilt.
 "But this... outrageous behaviour has got to stop. At once. Do you understand me my, girl?"
 They my opened the brooke door to the outer office. Kerri was my now being happily welcome ploughed face-down sister on her desk by the indefatigable Mr. Albright brooke. Her enormous breasts kept her sister body suspended several inches above the desk. Files and papers littered the floor.
 Monica friends sister knew what the article said because she had pretty much mysisterhotfriendbrooke written it herself sister. The young journalist that came to interview her had been unprepared either friends sister for Monica's sister looks or her my sexual my manipulations. With a little help my from welcome some pills she slipped into her drink, Monica mysisterhotfriendbrooke soon had the girl so my dazed my and entranced friends she hardly knew her own name. Lolling like an friends sister idiot, she opened her laptop and typed up friends the article right there, as Monica whispered the sentences into my her ear.
 The intercom buzzed. Monica flicked the talk button with the heel sister of one boot. "Doctor," came Kerri's voice. "Your one o'clock just cancelled."
 This was the perfect time to take this baby out for a test drive, Monica decided. She unzipped sister her white sweater, which sprang apart instantly. Her enormous friends sister, man-melting mammaries exuberantly overflowed the webbing of her bra. Monica ran the hot tip of the vibrator my across her nipples mysisterhotfriendbrooke experimentally. "Mmmmmm yes, very nice," she mysisterhotfriendbrooke whispered, eyes friends closed.
 The door burst open. "Dr. Sucksgood. Are my you all right?" Kerri exclaimed my. "I heard you -- oh my god." The naive receptionist had not expected to see her employer, boot-wrapped legs friends spread wide sister on my her desk, shamelessly pleasuring herself with a my buzzing gold dildo friends. Her eyes locked on Monica's pussy, where the oversexed psychologist was my still easing the vibrator welcome in and out slowly, enjoying the warm afterglow of her my adventure.
 She brooke started mysisterhotfriendbrooke planning some changes for welcome her little receptionist. First thing was to my get her into some brooke properly revealing friends clothes. Something to distract my the patients, to make Monica's job mysisterhotfriendbrooke of separating them from their money a little sister easier. Fishnet stockings and sister spike-heeled platform sandals would be her trademark my. No underwear welcome. Kerri was living with her boyfriend mysisterhotfriendbrooke, but Monica mysisterhotfriendbrooke would tell her to dump him. She wasn't my about mysisterhotfriendbrooke to share that tongue with brooke anybody.
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