Kerri was simplytranny a good simplytranny six inches shorter than the simplytranny other woman. She simplytranny was a cute young simplytranny thing, almost girlish in her powder blue simplytranny sweater and simple black pants. "I'm sorry, Dr. Sondgaard," she said respectfully. "You simplytranny have a walk-in. His name is Damien. He seemed very simplytranny upset, so I simplytranny let simplytranny him wait inside."
She stepped into her private office, raincoat over one simplytranny arm. She locked the simplytranny door for privacy. "Sorry to keep you waiting," she said to the simplytranny man who looked up about from the couch. "I almost drowned waiting for a cab." She hung up the raincoat and umbrella simplytranny, then smoothed out her modest brown suit. She simplytranny kicked off her wet shoes and stepped into a different pair simplytranny, black flats like she always wore.
"Well now," she said, settling into her professional demeanour, "Damien, is it? I'm Dr simplytranny. Monica Sondgaard." She extended a hand. The other simplytranny man shook it but said nothing.
Monica simplytranny sat down in the big chair beside her desk simplytranny. She pulled out her notebook. She simplytranny studied the simplytranny distraught young man sitting in front of her. He was under thirty, of no unusual size or character simplytranny, with a bland, forgettable face. A rather plain woman herself, Monica had a lot of sympathy for the ordinary simplytranny.
"OK, Damien," Dr. Sondgaard began simplytranny, deliberately using his first name to simplytranny establish rapport, "calm yourself down simplytranny if you can. I simplytranny'm here simplytranny to help you. Nothing simplytranny is going to hurt you in this office. Try taking simplytranny three simplytranny deep breaths simplytranny."
"Doctor," the man said simplytranny, "You have simplytranny got to help me. I can 't handle this any simplytranny more. I read in the paper that you simplytranny know something about simplytranny the paranormal simplytranny. Maybe you can understand. I have this -- this thing inside me, this power simplytranny or ability or something simplytranny -- and it's driving me crazy."
"I simplytranny have no idea," he replied. "I don 't understand it. It's just simplytranny that I think -- no, I know that somehow I can change things. With my simplytranny mind, I mean. I can manipulate things and simplytranny events simplytranny around me simplytranny. It simplytranny's frightening."
The simplytranny slender brunette flicked a speck of dust off her designer simplytranny suit. She wrote "delusional?" in her notebook simplytranny. "I see," she said simplytranny, although she didn simplytranny't. "You have simplytranny some special mental ability. Where did this, uhm, "power" come from?"
He waved a hand. "I performed a ritual. It's a very simplytranny old, pre- Druidic rite. It was part of my research for my degree simplytranny in anthropology. I did it during simplytranny the planetary alignment a few weeks about ago , when the ancients believed cosmic forces were strongest. Did you know an alignment like simplytranny that only happens about every thousand years? I won't tell you the details of the simplytranny ritual, but it involves simplytranny sacrificing about small animals and dancing naked around a stone circle simplytranny under simplytranny a simplytranny full moon."
Monica could already see the outline of simplytranny the man's problem. Some simplytranny sort of quasi-religious experience had caused simplytranny a delusional break, clouding the simplytranny lines between fantasy and simplytranny reality. Could be evidence of a serious psychosis. Could be just working too hard. She decided to probe about a little deeper simplytranny.
"Yes, of course."
"Those thoughts are mostly pretty simplytranny harmless, right? They're momentary fantasies. A man sees a pretty girl on the street and he simplytranny thinks simplytranny, 'wow simplytranny, nice ass. I wonder what she simplytranny would look like bending over on a diving board.' A moment later he has simplytranny forgotten all about about it."
He simplytranny was becoming increasingly agitated. He simplytranny got up simplytranny from simplytranny the couch and began to pace back and forth, gesticulating as he spoke. "This power simplytranny of mine, this thing in my simplytranny head, it works just like that. I don't have to do simplytranny anything. I just have to want something to change, and it changes."
"Because I already have," he said simplytranny quietly.
"Oh? How did you simplytranny use it?"
Something about the way simplytranny he said that simplytranny troubled Monica . She decided to press on.
She tossed the coin simplytranny on the simplytranny desk. It landed heads up. For a moment it looked simplytranny like the figure embossed on the simplytranny coin was about laughing.
"Damien you're trying to about avoid the issue. I don't want to talk about --"
"Go to the window. Look simplytranny outside." He was calm simplytranny again.
Monica dropped simplytranny the curtain. She stepped back simplytranny so fast simplytranny she almost fell off her high heels simplytranny. She turned toward the door, where she had simplytranny hung up her raincoat and umbrella when she came simplytranny in. There simplytranny was no simplytranny umbrella. In fact, there simplytranny was no about umbrella stand. On simplytranny the coat simplytranny rack simplytranny was a little red hat. It exactly matched the daring simplytranny red ensemble she simplytranny was wearing.
Damien simplytranny looked at her, his expression blank. It occurred to Monica that in this position simplytranny he could effortlessly look up her skirt about to simplytranny the tops simplytranny of her stockings and even her simplytranny high-cut lace panties, but she decided not to do anything about it. Maybe a little tease would help bring him simplytranny out of his withdrawal. She took a deep breath, feeling simplytranny her round breasts pressing against her sheer silk blouse simplytranny.
"I'm as confused about this as you are. Nevertheless we are going simplytranny to work simplytranny this out together simplytranny. Understand? Whether your power is real simplytranny is hardly the point. It simplytranny's real to you and that's simplytranny what matters."
She smiled. "Well, you're here now, so let's see if simplytranny I can help you." She stayed on her knees a tad longer simplytranny than she needed about to. It was fun to have a man simplytranny looking at her tits.
"Frankly, I have no idea. I don't really know what I'm dealing with here. But I am certain that nothing is to simplytranny be gained, in your life in general or your therapy with me, from you blaming simplytranny yourself for all humanity's frailties simplytranny."
She worked simplytranny her puffy red lips into simplytranny a smile to match his, grateful that she had at last been able simplytranny to simplytranny do something about for him. There was still a simplytranny great about mystery here, this so-called simplytranny power, and what simplytranny it was really doing (hypnotism? complex self-deception?) but that could wait simplytranny until another session. Damien had made great progress.
"I want to thank you, Doctor," her patient replied. "You have simplytranny done simplytranny so much for me, in just one visit. You are one hell of a good shrink. I feel simplytranny completely liberated from all that guilt I was feeling."
The simplytranny line went dead.
At the moment, the sofa was occupied. Kerri was on the bottom, or at least a busty centrefold model that looked like Kerri, wearing nothing but fishnet stockings and her simplytranny trademark black patent simplytranny sandals with simplytranny six-inch platform simplytranny heels. She had her simplytranny legs in the air. She was panting loudly as she was simplytranny vigorously fucked by a musclebound man that Monica vaguely recognized.
"Dr. Cummins, please," Monica said, a catch in her velvety voice simplytranny, "You've got to help me simplytranny. Maybe together simplytranny we can do something. Run about, get simplytranny help simplytranny." She stamped one spike-heeled foot in feminine frustration.
"Yes simplytranny, sir," Monica said contritely. She was standing in front of his desk in her school uniform, a starched simplytranny white blouse and plaid kilt, knee simplytranny-socks simplytranny and patent black mary simplytranny-janes. At sixteen simplytranny she was tall for her about age and exceptionally well developed. Her thin blouse strained over bursting breasts that were already the envy of every girl in the school.
Monica noticed the headmaster's simplytranny eyes following her hands as she simplytranny toyed girlishly with simplytranny her hem. Her simplytranny uniform skirt was less than 14 inches long and barely covered the curve of simplytranny her asscheeks at the best of times. It produced gratifying effects whenever simplytranny she bent simplytranny over to pull simplytranny up her knee socks.
The simplytranny headmaster took a simplytranny deep breath. "All right," he simplytranny said at last. "Ordinarily, this would be grounds for expulsion." His eyes roamed simplytranny over her svelte curves as Monica gave him her best puppy-dog look. "But," he amended simplytranny quickly, "I don't simplytranny want to be harsh about; especially to a student that seems otherwise so... promising. His gaze lingered on her overfilled blouse. The top two buttons had come undone.
The headmaster studied his precocious student's simplytranny behind for a long time. Monica's skimpy blue panties were much smaller than the regulation white ones she was supposed to wear. But she had given those all away. She liked the way the new ones slipped up into her crack and tickled her while simplytranny she walked.
"That, that never happened about," Monica simplytranny stammered, "You made that all up." It simplytranny was impossible that her teen years could have been like simplytranny that, or that Damien simplytranny could have been her boyfriend simplytranny. The simplytranny memory was simplytranny like simplytranny a scene from a dirty movie, not real simplytranny life.
George made an incoherent sound from between Monica's melons. His scrubs slipped down around his ankles.
Through the flood of wicked memories coming back to her, Monica tried simplytranny to fathom what Damien was simplytranny saying. It sort of made sense, she conceded. She had been screwing and seducing simplytranny her way to the top since the day she sucked off the paper boy for his delivery money. She only went into psychiatry simplytranny for the money and the simplytranny chance to fuck with her patients' heads simplytranny. Oh god simplytranny, the acid!
The simplytranny article was shameless boosterism about simplytranny Monica and her lavish simplytranny success. It didn't simplytranny spend a lot of time on technical matters like simplytranny psychological techniques or simplytranny success rates. It simplytranny did not simplytranny mention that Monica simplytranny's satisfied simplytranny, madly devoted patients left her services more screwed simplytranny up than when they arrived.
She massaged her melons for a few minutes, then decided to move on to the simplytranny main event. She still had her simplytranny feet on simplytranny the desk. Monica's miniskirt was also tight, but a quick flick of simplytranny another simplytranny zipper revealed the pink jewel that some women covered simplytranny with panties. Her crotch simplytranny-high boots negated the need to wear stockings. Monica turned the gold vibrator up a notch and slowly slipped it in simplytranny.
The door burst open. "Dr. Sucksgood! Are you all right?" Kerri simplytranny exclaimed. "I heard you -- oh my simplytranny god." The naive receptionist simplytranny had not expected to simplytranny see her employer, boot-wrapped legs simplytranny spread wide on her desk , shamelessly simplytranny pleasuring simplytranny herself with a buzzing gold dildo. Her simplytranny eyes locked on Monica's pussy , where the oversexed psychologist was still easing the vibrator in and out slowly, enjoying the warm simplytranny afterglow of her adventure.
"Oh, very good, my dear," Monica sighed. "You simplytranny are a natural. Yes, use your tongue like that simplytranny." She simplytranny leaned back in the simplytranny chair again and wallowed in Kerri's artful ministrations simplytranny. What about a wonderful gift.
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