 Anyone could see that street the man streetstrippers was in distress; it didn't strippers take a streetstrippers psychologist to figure that out. The first thing was to get him calmed street down a little, Monica street decided, work through the crisis, then look at the long street-term situation. It didn't help that he had hardly said a street word since he came in.
 "OK, Damien," Dr. Sondgaard began, deliberately using his street first name street to establish rapport, "calm yourself down if you can. I street'm streetstrippers here streetstrippers to help you. Nothing is going to hurt you in this office. Try taking three deep breaths."
 Damien ran a hand street through uncombed hair. "I knew it the instant street it happened. I don't know how to explain it streetstrippers. Lying street there street on streetstrippers that moonlit rock, covered with street mud and blood, I felt, sensed, a change in the natural order street of things, a shift in the force or cosmic energy, call it what you will. Something flowed into me, into my mind street, into my soul. Something ancient, timeless, and very powerful."
 "But what if he could fulfil these fantasies, however fleeting streetstrippers? What street if street he could make pics the girl stop and strip and pics bend over so he could admire street her street behind streetstrippers? What if he could make a sexy schoolgirl strippers jump into his street lap streetstrippers on the bus and streetstrippers make out with street him until her street stop street? Better yet streetstrippers, what if he could transform street any ordinary schoolgirl into a teenage street sexpot and street have streetstrippers her streetstrippers fuck him on the bus in front of everybody. What if he could instantly fulfil all the selfish, base, lustful desires that streetstrippers float around in pics the bilgewater of everybody's unconscious mind? What would become of him then streetstrippers?"
 "I strippers know this is all true. Yet the street effort of not using the power is getting street to be streetstrippers more than streetstrippers I can bear. I can feel the power pics inside streetstrippers me: tempting street me, eroding my willpower, wearing away at my moral convictions."
 He sat down heavily. "It street's like acid," he said softly. "An acid of the street mind. It eats away at my humanity, bit by bit. Corroding. Corrupting. Eventually it will leak out, and my strippers soul will be indelibly stained."
 Monica sat down again. She noticed his eyes street on her nylons but decided not to pull down her miniskirt street. Let him look street. Better men street should admire her shapely legs than ignore her small chest.
 The trick with the coin was impressive street. Did he know in advance street the coin was not fair? Had he switched coins somehow? There pics were any number of ways street he could be fooling her street. The streetstrippers question was, why street? Some people liked to visit therapists for the attention, toying with them without any interest in treatment, but this man did not seem street like that type.
 Monica dropped the curtain street. She stepped back so street fast she almost fell off her high street heels. She turned toward the door, where she had hung up streetstrippers her raincoat and umbrella when she streetstrippers came in . There was no umbrella. In fact, there streetstrippers was no umbrella stand street. On the coat street rack was a little red hat. It street exactly matched the street daring red ensemble she was street wearing.
 She smiled. "Well, you're here now, so let pics's see if I can help you." She stayed on her knees a tad longer than streetstrippers she needed street to. It was fun to have street a man looking at her tits.
 "Yes, but pics the temptation, the temptation will always be there."
 Monica felt one of street those rare moments of satisfaction that came from knowing street she had used her skills to genuinely help somebody. It was a street good feeling, like the streetstrippers contented buzz she got from street sucking cock.
 What had been a drab brown suit was now a shamelessly brief, tight microskirt, a street see-through white bodyshirt and an unbuttoned bolero jacket, all in the streetstrippers finest silk. The scarlet jacket street had street gold buttons and gold trim. The outfit clung deliciously to a figure that clearly street wasn street't hers; not with those streetstrippers spectacular legs, that narrow waist and dandy bottom, or those frankly enormous breasts that street would have street looked ridiculous had they not streetstrippers been so high and streetstrippers jutting streetstrippers.
 The line went dead street.
 "I street'm sorry, Dr. Sondgaard," said a soft voice. Monica looked up to streetstrippers see another fantasy streetstrippers standing in the doorway. Her blonde hair tumbled to street her waist. Her figure was stunning. She was dressed in a semi-transparent body stocking of purple lace that stretched faithfully over every street mouth-watering curve. The material grew marginally thicker around the crotch, providing more the allure of the unseen than true privacy.
 "Au contraire, my little sextoy," said Damien casually. "The good street doctor has streetstrippers done so much for street me. She found the key street to free me from street my guilt. It street's like being let out of prison streetstrippers. For street the first time in my life I'm truly street free."
 Holding on to her sanity with a slender thread street, Monica considered her options. Damien was clearly insane. The conflict between his conscience and his ability had driven him street mad. The acid had street indeed stained his soul.
 She considered jumping him, maybe catching him by surprise, but she was certain street she streetstrippers could not do that. She didn't pics know why street. All she knew for certain was that Damien's strippers power, whatever it was, was street immense and real, and that she dearly loved to fuck.
 Out in the outer streetstrippers office street, Kerri began to scream in street ecstasy as Mr street. Albright brought street her to yet another orgasm. The man caught Monica's eye streetstrippers and winked at pics her. The door began to swing closed slowly.
 "Yes, sir," Monica said contritely. She was standing in front of his desk street in street her school street uniform street, a starched white blouse and plaid kilt, knee-socks and patent street black mary-janes. At sixteen she was tall for her age and streetstrippers exceptionally well developed. Her thin blouse strained over bursting breasts street that were already the envy street of every girl in the school.
 Monica looked down at her shoes for pics a moment. The polish was so keen street she could see her reflection. She gave him her best apologetic look, the one that worked so well on street all her street teachers. "Wellll, not all of them, sir. Only... my panties."
 "Inspection? Sir?"
 Monica's uniform skirt was so short street that bending even slightly was sufficient to reveal street whether she wore panties, but she street complied with the headmaster's command. He got to his streetstrippers feet and stepped around behind her. Looking up at him from between her legs, she could see the insistent street bulge tenting the street front streetstrippers of street his dress slacks. She smiled inwardly. She wondered briefly street if he was as street big as Mr. Hill, the geography teacher streetstrippers.
 "Let's go to the storeroom."
 "You see streetstrippers?" Damien said easily, still at streetstrippers ease in his chair with Alicia's head in his lap street. She began sniffing her way toward his street zipper street. "You street aren't the paragon of moral rectitude you pretend to street be."
 "Ooooh, George street, you randy man," Monica chided street, letting him press streetstrippers her body against his. "Are you walking around street with a big street hard for me again?" She was in her street red and white candy-striper street's uniform street, her enormous breasts spilling out street the top, the skirt far shorter than anyone could street possibly get away with, yet somehow she did. "What about your wife?"
 George groaned in helpless lust. He street began to paw and grope hungrily, while Monica encouraged him street with more kisses. There was street a patient street on the other side of streetstrippers the curtain but he was heavily sedated and Monica didn't care.
 Monica flipped open a street couple of buttons street. "I've got a street couple of great references ," she husked, still stroking expertly. "Maybe street you should look them over." She used her free hand to guide his head streetstrippers to her chest.
 "Oh sweet heaven how could I have forgotten that," Monica street gasped, her face flushed pics with streetstrippers heat. She street collapsed into her chair, breathing hard. She ran street one hand over her stupendous chest, feeling the hard, sensitive pics nipples. Acid. There was acid everywhere now, flooding her mind , eating away at her resolve street, dissolving her conscience into smoke street.
 Through the flood of wicked memories coming back to her, Monica tried to fathom what Damien was saying. It sort of street made sense, she conceded. She had been screwing and seducing her way to the top since the day she sucked off streetstrippers the paper boy for his delivery money. She only went into psychiatry street for the money and the chance to fuck with her patients' heads. Oh god, the acid!
 The vibrator inside was exquisitely beautiful street. Slender streetstrippers and elaborately sculpted street with smooth bulbs and ridges that promised street all street manner of delightful sensations, it was street finished in pure gold. Monica gently lifted it street out of street the padded box. It came alive at her touch. It's soft hum sounded eager.
 "Oh my," she breathed, turning the gleaming device over in her hands . "This is special." There was an inscription along one side. Engraved in elegant script, it street read, "To Dr. Sucksgood, one swell street shrink streetstrippers."
 This was the perfect street time to take this baby out for a test drive, Monica street decided. She unzipped her white sweater, which street sprang apart instantly. Her enormous, man-melting mammaries exuberantly overflowed the webbing of her bra pics. Monica pics ran the tip of the vibrator across her nipples experimentally. "Mmmmmm yes street, very street nice," she whispered, eyes streetstrippers closed.
 There was another gift street. How did she know that? Feeling orgasm approaching like a runaway freight-train she grappled groggily with a half-memory. Another gift street. It was... just outside pics the door. Monica screamed street outright as street her gold street companion brought her to a splendid peak.
 Monica felt street a twinge of guilt about streetstrippers what she had street planned for poor Kerri. It passed quickly. After all, everybody was basically selfish, trying to get ahead of the system a little, gain street some personal advantage. She was just a street little better at beating street the system than most pics people.
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