 Her russian employer stepped into enter the reception area of her office, shaking out her umbrella russian. "Lunch was russianteen wet," she replied russianteen. "The teen streets are wet, the cab was wet, and I'm wet." She folded russianteen her umbrella and ran her fingers through short brown russian hair. "My hair is a mess," she supplied russian. She started russianteen unbuttoning her raincoat. She teen stopped when hairy she saw her receptionist russianteen was about russian to russianteen say hairy russian teen something.
 Anyone russian could russian see that the man was in distress; it didn't take a psychologist to figure that out. The first thing was to get him calmed down russian a little, Monica decided, work through the crisis, then look at the russian long-term situation. It didn't russian help that he had russian hardly said a word hairy russian teen since he came in.
 The man did as enter she instructed, breathing in teen deeply three times, then russian letting it out slowly. He russian seemed russianteen a little calmer when he was hairy done.
 He waved hairy russian teen a hand. "I performed a hairy ritual. It's a very old, pre- Druidic rite. It was part of teen my hairy russian teen research for russian my degree russian in anthropology. I did it during the russian planetary alignment a russian few weeks ago, when russian the ancients believed cosmic forces were hairy strongest. Did you know an alignment like that only happens every thousand years? I won't tell you the details of russian the ritual, but it involves sacrificing small animals and dancing naked around a russian stone circle russian under a full russian moon."
 "Yes, of course."
 "But what if russianteen he could fulfil these fantasies, however fleeting? What if he could make the girl stop and strip and bend over so enter he could admire russian her behind? What if he could make a sexy schoolgirl jump into russian his lap on the bus and make out with him until russianteen her stop? Better yet, what if russian he could transform any ordinary schoolgirl into a teenage sexpot and russianteen have her fuck him on teen the bus in front of enter everybody. What if he teen could instantly fulfil all the selfish, base, lustful desires russian that float around russian in teen the bilgewater of everybody's unconscious russian mind? What would become of him then russian?"
 "Because that russian is my whole problem. This power of mine, it russianteen doesn't just reside in hairy my conscious mind, it's in my unconscious mind too russianteen. It's become an integral part of my russian being. Look, how do you raise your arm? You don't russian think hairy russian teen about it, you just do it russian. You want your arm russianteen to be raised, and your unconscious mind takes care of the details."
 "Oh russian? How did russian you use it?"
 Monica opened her desk drawer and pulled out a 500 lira enter coin, a memento russian from a trip to Italy. "Flip it," Damien said, "it will come hairy russian teen down heads."
 She tossed the coin on the desk. It landed heads up. For teen a moment it looked like the hairy russian teen figure embossed on the coin was laughing.
 She pulled back the curtains. The day was sunny, bright with sunshine. A russian few high clouds drifted along on a summer breeze. Astonished, she russianteen looked down at the russianteen city street. The pavement was dry. There were no puddles. A man was idly russianteen watering a potted tree on teen the sidewalk.
 What was going russianteen on? For a brief russianteen moment, Monica hairy russian teen just stood there, dumbfounded. It had been pouring rain. She teen remembered distinctly. There was no umbrella stand. "What.... how...?" she stammered.
 Damien russian was leaning russian over, his hands clasped in his lap. "I russianteen asked you not russian to make me russian do that. Oh god, it's so damned easy."
 She smiled. "Well, you're russianteen here now, so let's see if I can help you." She stayed russian on her knees a tad russian longer than she needed to. It was fun to have a man looking at her tits.
 "Suppose russianteen you set rules for yourself. Decide beforehand that you will never russianteen use the power unless it does demonstrable good. Lay out a hairy few ground russianteen rules. Then try some russianteen test runs. Something russian really small. Go to a hospital and improve somebody's russian diagnosis. Help a little old lady across the street."
 "Frankly russian, I have no idea. I don russian't really know what I russianteen'm dealing with russianteen here russian. But I am russian certain that nothing is to be gained, in your life in general or your russian therapy with me, from hairy you blaming russian yourself for all humanity's frailties."
 Unexpectedly, the image of teen Damien's hard-on sent a thrill of russian excitement teen through her. She teen set her jaw russianteen. She marched over to the desk russian, four-inch heels sinking into the russian plush russian carpet, and russianteen jabbed the emergency button on the intercom. Her fingernail was russianteen flawlessly polished.
 Monica hairy russian teen looked out to her russianteen outer office. Kerri, would be at hairy russian teen her desk. She could get help. "Kerri russian." she russian shouted, as loud russian as she could.
 "That's Mr. Albright, your two-o'clock," Damien supplied russian. "I helped him a little russian with his shyness russianteen and agoraphobia. Of course, a nine-inch cock and sheer animal magnetism that few women can resist will help a lot too."
 The blonde was shaking hairy russian teen her head sadly. "I'm sorry Dr russian. Sondgaard, I russian can russian't do that," she explained. She was wearing hairy black, thigh-high boots russianteen, the tightest Monica had ever seen. The sleek leather glistened as she sidled up to where Damien russian was russian sitting, managing her high russian-high hairy russian teen heels with an ease that could only come russianteen from teen long russian practice. Just watching russianteen her made Monica tingle russianteen.
 "You russianteen see, he can russian change anything he wants. This power of hairy russian teen his -- it's russianteen irresistible. Eventually he russian even russian changed me. I adore him, Dr. Sondgaard. I'm utterly devoted now." The lace-and-leather- clad professor looked down on her student with russianteen a worshipful gaze, tussling his hair absently. Damien made a russian little clucking sound hairy and patted his knee. Monica expected Alicia to sit enter in russian his lap russian, but instead she sank to her booted knees beside him and laid her head in his lap like a hairy russian teen dog.
 Monica hairy russian teen shuffled one dainty foot back and forth. "Uhm, well, sir I don't actually change them. I enter just russianteen uh, give them to the boy who wants russian them so bad." She tossed hairy him little flicks of her big hazel eyes while idly toying with the hem of her kilt.
 "Uhm, three or four," Monica said. The real number was russian more like twice that, not even counting the teachers.
 The russian headmaster studied his precocious russianteen student teen's behind for a long time russian. Monica russianteen's skimpy blue panties teen were russian much smaller than russian the regulation white ones she was supposed to wear. But she teen had given those all away. She russian liked the way the new ones slipped up into russian her russianteen crack russianteen and tickled her while hairy russian teen she walked russian.
 "You russianteen see?" Damien said easily, still at ease in russian his chair with Alicia's teen head in teen his lap. She began sniffing her way toward his zipper teen. "You russianteen aren't the paragon russian of moral rectitude enter you russianteen pretend to be."
 "That, that never happened," Monica stammered, "You made russianteen that all up." It enter was impossible that her teen years could have been like that russian, or that Damien could russianteen have teen been russianteen her boyfriend teen. The memory was russian like a scene from a dirty movie, not real life.
 "Why, George russian, I russian'm russian surprised at you. Just because I accepted your gifts and sucked hairy russian teen you off a couple russian of times doesn't mean I'll hop into bed with you." She nibbled russianteen on hairy his ear saucily. "Even though I find you very handsome, and I russianteen'm sure your big cock would feel russian sooo good deep inside me." In her platform-heeled sandals russianteen she was as tall as him.
 "Oh sweet heaven how could I have forgotten russianteen that," Monica gasped, her face flushed with heat. She collapsed into her chair, breathing hard. She russian ran one hand russian over her stupendous chest, feeling the hard, sensitive nipples. Acid. There teen was acid everywhere now, flooding her mind, eating away at her russian resolve, dissolving her conscience into smoke.
 "Damien, I russian...uh, yes, I believe you russian may be hairy right, after all. You have as much hairy right to use your russian ability russianteen to find happiness as anyone else and teen... and... oh screw it I'm enter so fucking horny." Throwing decorum to russian the wind, the eye russian-popping psychologist jammed hairy one russian hand down under her silk panties russian while the other explored the immense, warm hairy russian teen spheres of russian her tits. "Damien, you superhuman monster, please, let's fuck. God I enter need your russian cock so bad."
 Lazily, she picked up the trade russianteen magazine that was lying russian on her desk russian. It carried a centre russian-spread article entitled russian "Dr. Monica Sucksgood: Therapist to the Rich and Famous." Monica russian's movie-star face gazed back hairy russian teen from the photograph accompanying the article with a look russian hot enough to set the paper russian on hairy russian teen fire.
 The russian intercom buzzed. Monica flicked the talk button with the heel of one boot. "Doctor," came Kerri's voice. "Your one o'clock just teen cancelled russian."
 Rapture russian. The vibrator quivered and danced inside her like hairy a living thing. She russian lay her head back, groaning, and played the russian dildo in and out, as slowly as she could bear. It fit so perfectly, it was almost as if it had been custom russian-designed to fit her pussy. Could such a thing teen be done russian? As her breathing became laboured and russianteen her arm russianteen motions russianteen more rapid russianteen, further thought on the teen question became russian impossible.
 The door burst open. "Dr. Sucksgood. Are you all right?" Kerri exclaimed. "I heard you -- oh my god enter." The naive receptionist had not expected to see her employer, boot-wrapped legs spread russian wide on her desk, shamelessly pleasuring russian herself with a buzzing hairy russian teen gold dildo. Her russian eyes locked hairy russian teen on Monica russian's pussy, where the oversexed psychologist was hairy still easing the vibrator in russian and out slowly, enjoying the warm afterglow of her russian adventure hairy.
 She started planning some changes for her little receptionist teen. First thing was russian to get her russianteen into some hairy russian teen properly revealing clothes russian. Something to distract russian the patients, to make Monica enter's job of separating them from their money a little easier. Fishnet stockings and hairy spike-heeled platform sandals would be her trademark. No underwear. Kerri was living with her boyfriend russian, but Monica russian would tell her to dump russian him. She russianteen wasn't about to share that tongue russian with anybody.
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