 Monica groaned inwardly. Not another interracialfuck one join. Eight months earlier she had written a paper for a psychological journal about paranormal experiences such as hauntings and interracialfuck alien abductions. Even though her paper showed how all these traumas could be explained and treated by conventional therapy, it had led to a parade of oddballs through her office.
 She kept her continence even. "What interracialfuck kind of join power, Damien?" she asked gently.
 "I have no idea interracialfuck," he replied. "I don interracialfuck't understand it. It's just that I think -- no, I know that somehow I can change things interracialfuck. With my mind, I mean. I can manipulate things and events around me. It's frightening."
 "Because that is interracialfuck my whole interracialfuck problem. This power of mine, it doesn interracialfuck't just reside in my conscious mind , it's interracialfuck in my unconscious interracialfuck mind too. It's become an integral part of my being. Look, how do you raise your arm? You interracialfuck don't interracialfuck think about it, you just do it. You want your arm interracialfuck to be raised interracialfuck, and your unconscious mind takes care of the details."
 "Do you interracialfuck have any idea what a burden that is interracialfuck? The world as we know it interracialfuck would collapse if we could all indulge interracialfuck our interracialfuck selfish interracialfuck whims. I have to guard my thoughts every minute, lest one of my subconscious desires suddenly come true. Every time I see a pretty girl I interracialfuck have join to interracialfuck concentrate on not thinking about her. I can't go into a bank interracialfuck because I'm afraid I'll have a stray thought and someone will start giving me money. It's the curse interracialfuck of the Midas touch interracialfuck, to the second power."
 "I know this is all true. Yet join the effort interracialfuck of not using the power is interracialfuck getting interracialfuck to be more than I interracialfuck can bear. I can feel the power interracialfuck inside me: tempting me, eroding my willpower, wearing away at my moral convictions."
 He sat down heavily. "It's like interracialfuck acid," he interracialfuck said softly interracialfuck. "An acid of the interracialfuck mind. It interracialfuck eats interracialfuck away at my humanity, bit by bit interracialfuck. Corroding. Corrupting. Eventually it will leak out, and my soul will interracialfuck be indelibly stained."
 She said: "If your new interracialfuck power interracialfuck is too corruptive interracialfuck to use, then how do interracialfuck you know it really exists?" It was time interracialfuck to challenge his contorted interracialfuck perception interracialfuck.
 "I'd rather not interracialfuck say," he interracialfuck countered, looking at the floor again. "It was -- with my graduate supervisor interracialfuck. She was the one who suggested I perform the ritual, for the experience. We, uh, did a interracialfuck few experiments. She didn't believe me either."
 The man thought interracialfuck about it for a moment. "Do you interracialfuck have a coin?" he asked.
 She flipped the coin, let it land on her desk. It did come down heads. "That's not interracialfuck very impressive interracialfuck," she said. "Fifty-fifty chance."
 She flipped it five more times. It landed heads every time. She tried catching the coin in the air. Still heads. She caught it and slapped interracialfuck it on her wrist, reversing the orientation in interracialfuck which interracialfuck she caught it.
 The trick with the coin was impressive. Did he know interracialfuck in advance the coin was not fair? Had he switched coins somehow? There were any number of ways he could be fooling her. The question interracialfuck was interracialfuck, why? Some interracialfuck people interracialfuck liked to visit interracialfuck therapists for the attention, toying with them interracialfuck without any interest in treatment, but this interracialfuck man did not seem like that type.
 "Yes," he replied interracialfuck. "I don't want to. That interracialfuck's my whole point. It interracialfuck's too easy to use the power interracialfuck. It's seductive. Sure, just interracialfuck try one little thing. One small change. Make your interracialfuck life a little interracialfuck easier. Let interracialfuck a bit of the acid out." He interracialfuck shook his head.
 Monica got to her feet. She felt the interracialfuck pleasant interracialfuck swish of her little mini sliding over her panties, silk against silk, as she made her way over to the windows along one side of the office. She could hear the interracialfuck beat of the rain pelting against the glass.
 "Let's interracialfuck consider, for the sake of argument, that you really have some sort of extraordinary interracialfuck power. What makes you so certain that it will harm you? Can't interracialfuck you learn to use it interracialfuck, test it out a little at interracialfuck a time, tame the interracialfuck beast before it devours you?"
 "Frankly, I have no idea. I don't interracialfuck really know what I'm dealing with here interracialfuck. But I am certain that nothing is to interracialfuck be gained, in your life in general or your therapy interracialfuck with me, from interracialfuck you blaming interracialfuck yourself for all humanity's frailties."
 The woman in the mirror interracialfuck was her, but it was interracialfuck not her. It was like an interracialfuck erotic caricature of interracialfuck herself, a cartoon drawn by a horny teenager with a vivid imagination. Her interracialfuck hair was long, thick and wavy, her lips pouty and red. Big hazel eyes smouldered back at her from underneath long lashes.
 What had been interracialfuck a interracialfuck drab interracialfuck brown suit was now a shamelessly brief, tight microskirt, a see interracialfuck-through white bodyshirt and an unbuttoned bolero jacket, all in interracialfuck the finest silk . The scarlet jacket had gold interracialfuck buttons and gold trim. The outfit clung deliciously to a figure that clearly wasn't hers; not with those spectacular legs, that narrow interracialfuck waist and interracialfuck dandy interracialfuck bottom, or those frankly enormous breasts that would have looked ridiculous had they interracialfuck not been so high and jutting.
 Another long pause. "Uh, (huff), yeah, right, umh, oh god baby, just interracialfuck like that, yeah interracialfuck, sure interracialfuck uh, doc, but interracialfuck uh , me and Aprile and umh, what's your name sweetie interracialfuck? uh, Margaret, we're kinda busy right interracialfuck now, oh shit that's so good. Can interracialfuck we (huff , huff), make interracialfuck it in, about (gasp), twenty minutes. No, don't stop, please, keep it up, make that uh, half an hour, watch it girls I'm gonna blow again interracialfuck."
 At the moment, the sofa was occupied. Kerri was interracialfuck on the interracialfuck bottom, or at least interracialfuck a busty centrefold model that looked like Kerri, wearing interracialfuck nothing but fishnet stockings and her trademark black patent interracialfuck sandals with six-inch platform heels. She had interracialfuck her legs in the air. She was panting loudly interracialfuck as she was vigorously fucked by a musclebound man that Monica vaguely recognized.
 Monica felt her interracialfuck panties moisten. The sight of the interracialfuck two interracialfuck lovers bucking and join pumping in her office instantly turned on her juices, as virtually anything sexual always did. No interracialfuck, wait, he interracialfuck had changed interracialfuck that too. She grimaced interracialfuck, struggling to remember what interracialfuck was real interracialfuck and what was Damien's artifice.
 Even in her nearly hysterical interracialfuck state, Monica recognized rationalization. "No, Damien interracialfuck, no," she pleaded. "That's interracialfuck the oldest interracialfuck trick in the book interracialfuck. To convince yourself that whatever you want to interracialfuck do just happens to be the best interracialfuck choice. You're only deceiving yourself interracialfuck." She spoke in a lilting sing-song she couldn't seem to do anything about. She brushed long hair back from one perfect ear.
 Monica looked down at interracialfuck her shoes interracialfuck for a moment. The interracialfuck polish was so keen she could interracialfuck see her reflection. She interracialfuck gave him her interracialfuck best apologetic look, the one interracialfuck that worked interracialfuck so interracialfuck well on all her teachers. "Wellll, not all of them, sir. Only... my panties interracialfuck."
 Monica interracialfuck shuffled interracialfuck one dainty foot back and forth. "Uhm interracialfuck, well, sir I don interracialfuck't actually change them. I just uh, give them to the boy who wants interracialfuck them so interracialfuck bad." She tossed him little join flicks of her big hazel eyes interracialfuck while idly toying interracialfuck with the hem of her kilt.
 Monica join noticed the headmaster's eyes following her hands as she toyed girlishly with her hem. Her interracialfuck uniform skirt was less than 14 inches long and barely interracialfuck covered the curve of her asscheeks at the best of times. It produced gratifying effects whenever she bent over to interracialfuck pull up her knee socks.
 "Thank interracialfuck you join, sir," Monica interracialfuck said sweetly interracialfuck.
 "Good lord," he said again interracialfuck. "And interracialfuck, how much did you usually get?"
 Monica's join uniform skirt was interracialfuck so short interracialfuck that bending even slightly was interracialfuck sufficient to reveal whether she interracialfuck wore panties, but interracialfuck she complied interracialfuck with the headmaster's command. He got to his feet and interracialfuck stepped around behind her. Looking up at him from between her legs, she could see the insistent bulge tenting the front of join his interracialfuck dress slacks. She smiled inwardly. She wondered briefly if he was as big as interracialfuck Mr. Hill, the geography interracialfuck teacher.
 The room was semi-dark and smelled of interracialfuck antiseptic interracialfuck. "Please interracialfuck, please Monica, my darling, I can't wait any longer interracialfuck." She was in the arms of a much older man. He was eagerly planting kisses all over her interracialfuck lips, her interracialfuck face, her hair. "You make me so hot. I want you now."
 One delicate hand slipped interracialfuck down into interracialfuck his scrubs. "But you're the head of the whole school, Georgy," Monica purred. "You interracialfuck can let in whoever you want, can't you interracialfuck? Couldn't you make interracialfuck one little exception interracialfuck, just for me?"
 "There interracialfuck, you see interracialfuck," Monica said as interracialfuck George began to lap and suck hungrily , "it interracialfuck's really simple. I want interracialfuck in join. And I know you want in interracialfuck, don't you tiger. So why can interracialfuck't we both get what interracialfuck we want?"
 "Damien, I...uh, yes, I believe you may be right, after all. You interracialfuck have as interracialfuck much interracialfuck right to use your ability to find happiness as anyone else and... and... oh interracialfuck screw it I'm so fucking horny." Throwing decorum to the wind, the eye-popping psychologist jammed one hand down interracialfuck under her silk panties while the other interracialfuck explored the immense, warm spheres of her tits. "Damien, you superhuman monster interracialfuck, please, let's fuck. God I need your cock interracialfuck so bad."
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 "Thanks, Kerri," Monica replied interracialfuck. Her appointment at one was a man named Damien. He hadn't said much when he booked the appointment, except that his problem was unusual.
 Something about interracialfuck Damien got her thinking about a interracialfuck gift interracialfuck. Not quite knowing why, she opened the bottom drawer of her desk. She took out the gleaming interracialfuck rosewood join box interracialfuck and flipped interracialfuck open the lid.
 "Oh my," she breathed interracialfuck, turning interracialfuck the gleaming device over in her hands. "This is special." There was an inscription join along one side. Engraved in elegant script, it read, "To Dr. Sucksgood, one swell shrink."
 This was the perfect time to take this baby out for a test drive, Monica decided. She unzipped her white sweater, which sprang apart instantly. Her enormous, man-melting mammaries exuberantly overflowed the webbing of her bra. Monica ran interracialfuck the tip of the vibrator across her nipples experimentally. "Mmmmmm interracialfuck yes, very nice," she whispered, eyes closed.
 There was another interracialfuck gift. How did she interracialfuck know interracialfuck that? Feeling orgasm approaching like a runaway freight-train she interracialfuck grappled groggily interracialfuck with interracialfuck a half-memory. Another interracialfuck gift. It was interracialfuck... just outside the interracialfuck door. Monica screamed outright as her interracialfuck gold companion brought her to a interracialfuck splendid peak.
 She started interracialfuck planning some changes for her little receptionist. First thing was interracialfuck to get her interracialfuck into some interracialfuck properly interracialfuck revealing clothes. Something to distract the interracialfuck patients, to make Monica interracialfuck's job of interracialfuck separating them from interracialfuck their interracialfuck money a little easier interracialfuck. Fishnet stockings and spike-heeled platform sandals would be interracialfuck her trademark. No underwear. Kerri interracialfuck was interracialfuck living with her boyfriend, but Monica would tell her to dump interracialfuck him. She wasn't about to share that tongue with anybody.
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