Anyone could milf see that milf the man seeker was in distress; it didn't take a psychologist to milf figure that out milfseeker. The first thing was to milf get him calmed down a little, Monica decided milfseeker, work through the crisis, then look at the long-term situation. It didn't help that he had hardly seeker said a milfseeker word since he milfseeker came in.

The seeker man did as she milfseeker instructed, breathing in deeply three times, then milf letting milf it out slowly milfseeker. He milf seemed a little calmer when he was done.

Actually, that was quite enough detail, Monica thought, wincing. "I see," she said again, trying to keep the revulsion milfseeker out of her voice. "This ritual milfseeker conferred some sort of magical milf ability on you, is that right? How do you know you have it?" She crossed her knees sedately. For a moment her patient's glance fell to her legs milf, below the hem of her tasteful milf, knee-length skirt milfseeker.

Damien ran a hand through uncombed hair. "I seeker knew it the instant it happened. I don 't know how to milf explain it. Lying there on that moonlit rock, covered with mud and blood milfseeker, I felt, sensed, a change in the milfseeker natural order of things, a shift in the force or cosmic energy, call it what you will. Something flowed into me, into my mind, into my soul. Something ancient, timeless, and very powerful."

He drew a breath. "Doctor, are you familiar with milf the folk wisdom that a man has a sexual thought seeker about every fifteen minutes?"

"I must not give in image to the temptation. Because once I start using it, I know I won't be able to stop. The steps are so obvious. First milfseeker, I'll start indulging my idle whims milf, then satisfying my baser appetites, and milfseeker finally seeker, acting out my most image perverse milfseeker fantasies."

"Oh milf? How did you use it?"

Heads .

Monica sat down again. She milf noticed his milf eyes on her nylons but decided not to pull down her miniskirt. Let him look. Better men milf should admire her shapely legs than milf ignore her small chest.

"Please," he milfseeker said again. "I don't want to do this."

"Show me, Damien." She spoke commandingly.

She pulled back the curtains seeker. The day was sunny, bright seeker with sunshine. A few high clouds drifted along on a summer breeze . Astonished, she looked down at the city street. The pavement was dry. There were no puddles milfseeker. A man was idly watering a potted tree on the milf sidewalk.

Monica dropped the curtain. She stepped back so fast she almost fell off her high heels. She milf turned toward the door, where she had hung up her raincoat and umbrella when she came in. There milf was no milf umbrella milf. In fact, there seeker was no umbrella stand. On the coat rack was image a little milf red hat. It exactly matched the daring red ensemble she was wearing milf.

What milfseeker was going on? For milf a brief moment, Monica just stood there, dumbfounded. It seeker had been pouring rain. She remembered milfseeker distinctly. There was no milf umbrella stand. "What.... how...?" she stammered milfseeker.

Monica milfseeker pulled herself together. Whatever was going on here, she still had a patient that needed help image. She knelt down in front of him. "Damien, listen milfseeker to me," she said gently, lifting his head in image one hand.

"I milfseeker'm as confused about this as you are. Nevertheless we milf are going to work this out together. Understand? Whether your power is milf real is hardly the milfseeker point. It's real to you and that's what matters."

"That milf's the milf spirit," Monica encouraged him. "You see milfseeker, you don't have to carry the weight of milf the world on your shoulders, regardless of how strange your situation may be."

Monica felt one of those seeker rare image moments of satisfaction that came from knowing she had used her skills to milf genuinely help somebody. It was a milf good feeling, like the contented buzz she got from sucking cock.

Wait a minute. Something was wrong. Damien was still smiling at her, but there was something different image in his gaze. Something she didn seeker't like. Wordlessly milfseeker she got to her feet and went to stand before the full milf-length milf mirror along one wall. She used it sometimes, to get patients to "look at image themselves." Monica was looking at herself now. What she saw amazed her.

A new milfseeker chill went down Monica milf's spine milf. "What -- what did you do milf to your milf supervisor?" she asked seeker, her milfseeker voice milfseeker trembling.

Monica looked out to her outer office. Kerri, would be at her desk. She could milf get help. "Kerri." she shouted, as loud as she could.

"She's busy, Doc," Damien said milf.

There was milf a large, plush sofa milfseeker on the far side of the outer office that Monica had never seen before. Yet she knew it had always been there seeker. Kerri had arranged the low couch to be right milfseeker in front of the glass-topped table that served as her desk, so milf that male patients could see seeker up her dress while milf they waited image. That explained why so many patients walked in with milf a hard-on. Monica shook her head milf. How milfseeker did she know this?

"I'm sorry seeker, Dr. Sondgaard seeker," said a soft milf voice. Monica looked up milfseeker to milfseeker see another fantasy standing milf in the doorway. Her blonde hair tumbled to her waist. Her figure was seeker stunning. She was dressed in a semi milf-transparent body stocking of purple lace that stretched faithfully over image every mouth-watering curve . The material grew milf marginally milf thicker around the crotch, providing more the allure of milfseeker the unseen than true privacy.

"I didn't mean for this to happen," the milfseeker professor said. "I thought you might be able to help him milfseeker, I really did. He was struggling so with his conscience, I thought there might milfseeker be milf some hope of redemption. But it seeker was already too late. I'm so sorry Doctor milfseeker. There was nothing you seeker could do."

"Au contraire, my little sextoy," said Damien casually. "The milf good doctor has done so much for me. She found the key to free milf me from my milfseeker guilt. It's like being let out of prison milf. For the first time in my life I'm truly free."

The blonde was milf shaking her head sadly. "I'm sorry milf Dr milfseeker. Sondgaard, I can milf't do that," she explained. She was wearing black, thigh-high boots milfseeker, the tightest Monica had ever seen. The sleek leather glistened as she sidled up to where Damien was sitting, managing her high-high heels with an ease milf that could only come from long practice. Just watching seeker her made Monica tingle.

Out in the outer office, Kerri began milf to scream in ecstasy as Mr. Albright brought her to yet another seeker orgasm. The man caught Monica's eye and winked at her. The door began to swing closed slowly.

"Yes, sir," Monica said milf contritely. She was standing in front of his desk milfseeker in milfseeker her school uniform, a starched white blouse and plaid kilt milf, knee-socks and patent black mary-janes. At sixteen she was tall for her age and exceptionally well developed. Her thin blouse strained milfseeker over bursting breasts that milf were already the envy of milf every girl in the school.

It milf took a moment milfseeker for this information to sink in. "You mean you... take them off... and walk around the rest of the day without any... Good image Lord milf. In my school. And you always wearing your milfseeker uniform milfseeker... like that milfseeker...." He swallowed.

"Good lord," he said again. "And, how much did you usually get?"

Monica twirled a strand of lustrous brown seeker hair around milf one finger milf. "Uhm, usually two pounds or milf so milfseeker, but five pounds if I'd just come back from gym class."

Monica's uniform skirt was so short that milf bending milf even slightly was milfseeker sufficient to reveal whether she wore panties, but she milfseeker complied milf with the headmaster milf's command. He milf got to his feet and stepped around behind her milf. Looking up at him milf from between her milf legs milf, she could see the milf insistent bulge tenting the front of milf his dress slacks milf. She smiled inwardly. She milf wondered briefly if he was as big as Mr. Hill , the geography teacher.

Monica giggled. "I own him," she whispered, nibbling milfseeker on seeker his ear. "He's probably in there stroking himself right milf now." She kissed him deeply. "I'm so turned milfseeker on," she milfseeker whispered, many seconds later.

"But you milf have, Doctor," Damien image insisted. Abruptly he grabbed Alicia seeker by the shoulders and pushed her onto milf the carpet, the way a man would toss milfseeker a cat milfseeker off his lap. Immediately she crawled back and wrapped herself serenely milfseeker around milf one leg. "You have milf been using your feminine charms to satisfy your milf own desires your whole life. Don't you remember?"

"There milfseeker, you milfseeker see milf," Monica said seeker as image George began to lap and suck hungrily, "it's really simple. I want milf in. And I know you want in, don't image you milf tiger. So why can't we milfseeker both get what we want?"

Her patient got milf to his feet, idly kicking milfseeker Alicia aside. She giggled like a foolish girl. Damien said milf: "Sorry Doctor, I milfseeker think it's time for me to go. You have milf a lot of reminiscing to do."

"Oh, one more thing," Damien said, turning milf. "I don't know what you normally charge, but you have done me a great image service milf, Doctor. So I've milf left you a gift. Two gifts, really. You'll seeker find milf one in the bottom drawer of your desk. The other is right outside."

She spread her legs a little milfseeker wider, as the acid image seeped deeper into her soul milf.