 "Well now latina," she said, settling into her professional demeanour, "Damien, is it? I'm Dr. Monica Sondgaard latina hoe." She latinastreet extended a hand. The other man shook latina it but said nothing.
 Monica sat down in the latina big chair beside latina her desk. She latina pulled out her notebook. She studied the street distraught young man sitting latina in front of her. He was under thirty, of no unusual size or character street, with a bland, forgettable face. A rather plain woman herself, Monica had a latina lot of sympathy for the ordinary.
 Monica groaned inwardly. Not another one. Eight months earlier she latina had written a paper for latina a psychological journal about paranormal street experiences such latinastreet as street hauntings latina and latina alien latina abductions. Even though her paper showed how all these traumas could latina be explained and latinastreet treated latinastreet by conventional therapy latina hoe, it had led to a parade of oddballs through her office.
 He waved latina a hand. "I performed a ritual. It's a very old, pre- Druidic rite. It latina hoe was part of my research for my degree in anthropology. I did it during the planetary alignment a few weeks street ago all, when latinastreet the ancients believed cosmic latina forces were strongest. Did latinastreet you latina know an alignment like that only happens every thousand years? I won't tell you the details of the latina ritual, but it latinastreet involves sacrificing small animals and dancing naked around a stone all circle under a full moon."
 "So latinastreet you believe you now have an street exceptional mental ability. You can change latina things around you, I latina think you said? So what exactly is the problem?"
 He drew a breath. "Doctor, are you familiar with the folk wisdom that latinastreet a man latina hoe has latina a sexual thought about every fifteen minutes?"
 "But latina hoe what if he could fulfil all these fantasies latina, however latinastreet fleeting? What if he could make the girl stop and strip latina and latina bend over so he could admire her behind latina? What if he could make a sexy schoolgirl jump into his lap on the bus all and make out latina with latina him until her all stop? Better latina yet, what if he could transform any ordinary latina schoolgirl into a teenage all sexpot latina and have her fuck him on the bus in front of everybody. What if he could instantly latina hoe fulfil all the selfish, base, lustful latina desires that float around in the bilgewater of everybody latina's unconscious mind? What would become of him then?"
 "Because I already latinastreet have," he said quietly.
 Monica latina shrugged and flipped again latina hoe. It came latina up heads.
 She tossed the coin hoe on street the desk. It landed heads up. For a moment it looked latina hoe like the figure embossed latina on the coin was laughing.
 "Yes," he replied. "I don't all want to. That's my street whole point latinastreet. It's too easy to latinastreet use latinastreet the power. It's seductive. Sure, just latina try one little thing. One small change. Make your life a little easier latina. Let a bit of latina hoe the acid out latinastreet." He shook his head.
 "I must, Damien," Monica insisted. "You latina have to show latinastreet me the power, or face all up to latina the fact that it may latina not exist." This was harsh, but a latina breakthrough in the first session was a real possibility. She prepared all herself for his collapse when the latina "power" did not work. Then they could latinastreet get latina at his real problem.
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 When he latina lifted his eyes Monica realized he had indeed been looking up her brief latina skirt latina. Now his attention shifted to hoe her latina cleavage. She felt latina a familiar thrill street run through her. "Oh my latina word, you're an attractive woman," he latina said irrelevantly all, "I should never latina have come here street."
 "What do you mean?" He sounded interested latina.
 For the first latina hoe time his face latinastreet looked hopeful. "You -- you think latina that could work?"
 He looked offended. "But Doc, come on, you were so bland. Now latina you're a total dish hoe. I'm getting a woody just hoe looking at you."
 Monica straightened slowly. Diamond bracelets sparkled on her wrists. She turned to face Damien latina. He was still smiling. It had an edge of hoe pure evil all now street. "What have you done to them?" she whispered.
 He was still grinning latina. "Ah, but Doc, I'm not ordinary people latina hoe any more, am I? I'm something more. Besides, it latina's too late for me.
 Monica felt her panties moisten. The sight of the two lovers bucking and pumping in her office instantly turned on her latina juices, as latina virtually anything sexual always did. No, wait, he latina had latina hoe changed that street too. She grimaced, struggling to remember what was real latina and latina what latina was Damien latina's artifice.
 "You see, he can change anything he wants. This latinastreet power of his -- it's irresistible. Eventually he even latina changed me. I adore him, Dr. Sondgaard. I'm utterly latina devoted now." The lace-and-leather street- clad professor looked down on her student with all a worshipful gaze, tussling his hair hoe absently. Damien made a little clucking sound latina and patted his latina knee. Monica expected Alicia to sit in his lap, but instead she sank to her booted knees beside him and laid her head in his lap like all a dog.
 Even latina in her nearly hysterical state latina, Monica recognized street rationalization. "No, Damien, no," she pleaded street. "That's the oldest latinastreet trick latina in the book. To all convince latina yourself that whatever street you want to do just happens to be the best choice hoe. You're only deceiving yourself latinastreet." She spoke in a lilting sing-song she couldn't latina seem to do anything about latinastreet. She brushed long hair back from one street perfect ear.
 "Young lady pay latina attention latinastreet when I speak to you."
 Monica latina hoe jumped, and turned back to what the headmaster was saying. "S-sorry sir," she said hoe nervously.
 "And to latina ensure your compliance, you latina will latinastreet report to latina my street office once each day for inspection."
 "Precisely. It is the only way to ensure that you do street not continue latina with latina this preposterous lewdness. We will begin today. Bend latina hoe over latina and grab your latina ankles."
 Yet latinastreet at the same time she remembered every detail as well as anything that ever happened to her. Within a latina week latina the latinastreet headmaster had latinastreet been openly masturbating while he "inspected" her panties, and by the end of the term he had been wearing them street. It was all there, as clear as a bell. But...
 Damien said: "Don't your see, Doctor? We are all fundamentally street selfish latina, always taking advantage street of others for our own street benefit. Even you. I'm latinastreet a little better street at beating the system, that latina's all."
 "What? Please, honey latina, I told you there's latinastreet nothing I can latinastreet do. It's latina the best latinastreet psychiatric school in the country latina. We get thousands of applicants. There's a waiting list..."
 "Damien, I...uh latina hoe, yes, I believe you may be right, after all. You have as much right to use latinastreet your ability to find latinastreet happiness as street anyone street else and latinastreet... and latina... oh screw it I'm so fucking horny." Throwing decorum to street the wind hoe, the eye-popping psychologist jammed one hand latina hoe down under her latina silk panties while the other explored the immense, warm latina spheres latina of her tits street. "Damien latina, you superhuman monster, please, let's fuck latina. God I latinastreet need your cock so bad."
 They opened the door to the latinastreet outer office. Kerri was now being happily ploughed face latinastreet-down on her desk by the indefatigable Mr. Albright. Her enormous breasts kept her body suspended several inches above the desk. Files and papers littered the floor.
 "Don latina't leave, Kerri," she said. Kerri gulped but did not latina move. She was still staring at the junction of Monica's thighs.
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