 The petite brandi woman behind the reception desk jumped. "How was lunch, Dr. Sondgaard?" she asked.
 Dr. Sondgaard looked at her watch. "All right belle. I have a free hour before Mr. Albright gets here. I can review those files some other day."
 Monica encouraged brandi him gently belle. "Good brandi. Now just lean back and relax. Tell me cum what is troubling you. Begin anywhere. We'll straighten out the details as we go."
 He belle waved a hand. "I performed a ritual. It's belle a very old, pre- Druidic rite belle. It was part of bellebrandicum my belle research for my degree belle in anthropology. I did it during the belle planetary alignment a few weeks ago, when the ancients believed cosmic forces were strongest belle. Did you know an alignment like that only happens bellebrandicum every thousand years? I won't tell you the details of the ritual, but belle it belle involves sacrificing small animals and brandi dancing naked around bellebrandicum a stone circle belle under a full moon."
 Monica could already see the outline of brandi the man's problem. Some sort of quasi-religious experience had caused a delusional break, clouding the lines between fantasy and reality. Could be evidence of a serious psychosis. Could belle be just working too hard. She decided to probe a little deeper.
 "I access know belle this is all true. Yet the effort access of not using access the cum power belle is getting to be brandi more than I can bear. I can feel the power inside me: tempting me cum, eroding my willpower, wearing belle away at my moral convictions."
 He sat down heavily. "It's like acid," he said softly. "An acid of the mind. It eats away at my humanity, bit by belle bit. Corroding. Corrupting. Eventually it will leak bellebrandicum out, and my brandi soul will belle be brandi indelibly belle stained."
 "Because belle I already have," he said quietly.
 The man thought about it belle for a moment belle. "Do you have a belle coin?" he asked.
 "Again." Heads bellebrandicum once more.
 Dr. Sondgaard smiled indulgently. "OK, Damien. Let's allow that belle you can influence how this brandi coin comes down. That's hardly a belle demonstration of supernatural power belle. Can't you bellebrandicum do a little brandi better?"
 Monica watched belle him, taken aback. She thought about the button on her desk, the one that summoned bellebrandicum security. You never knew.
 Damien cum was leaning over belle, his hands clasped in his lap. "I asked cum you not to make me do that belle. Oh god, it's so damned cum easy."
 "Let's consider, for the belle sake cum of argument, that you really have some belle sort of extraordinary power. What makes belle you belle so certain that it will harm you? Can't you learn to use it, test it out a little at a time, tame the beast belle before it devours you?"
 He sat brandi up a little straighter. "Say, you know what, Doctor, I brandi never belle thought of it belle that way . I mean, we're all bellebrandicum just ordinary people doing the best that we can, right?
 Monica felt belle one of those rare moments of satisfaction that came from knowing she had used her skills to genuinely help somebody. It belle was a good feeling, like the contented buzz she got from sucking bellebrandicum cock.
 She noticed his gaze lingering belle on her titanic titties again. She loved the way men were always staring at her chest. That was why bellebrandicum she wore --
 She tried again. "The point is, just because you have slipped once, given into temptation cum, doesn't mean your cause is lost. You can admit bellebrandicum a mistake, fix it and carry on. That's what we all do. Remember a few minutes ago we talked about ordinary people belle doing the best that we can belle? That's what you need to remember."
 "Ah, don't worry access Doc, she's right here bellebrandicum. I brought her with me. He flipped a hand lazily and belle the locked door to bellebrandicum Monica's office swung open. "Hey, sweetmeat, wiggle your tail in here," he said offhandedly.
 Monica looked out to her outer belle office. Kerri, would be at her desk. She could get help. "Kerri bellebrandicum." she shouted, as loud as she brandi could bellebrandicum.
 At the moment, the sofa was occupied. Kerri was on bellebrandicum the bottom, or at least a busty centrefold model brandi that looked like Kerri brandi, wearing nothing but fishnet stockings and her trademark black patent sandals with six-inch platform belle heels belle. She brandi had her legs in the air. She was panting loudly as she was brandi vigorously fucked by a musclebound man that Monica vaguely recognized.
 "That cum's Mr. Albright bellebrandicum, your two-o'clock," Damien supplied belle. "I helped belle him a little with his shyness and agoraphobia. Of course, a nine-inch cock access and sheer animal magnetism that few women can resist belle will help a lot too."
 "I'm sorry belle, Dr. Sondgaard," said a soft voice. Monica looked up to see another fantasy belle standing in the doorway. Her blonde hair tumbled to her waist. Her belle figure was belle stunning. She was dressed in a semi-transparent body stocking of purple lace bellebrandicum that stretched faithfully over every mouth-watering curve. The material grew marginally belle thicker around the crotch belle, providing more the allure of the unseen than true bellebrandicum privacy access.
 "I'm Professor Alicia Cummins. Damien 's graduate supervisor." Monica stared at her in shock. Yummy tits, but belle not as big as mine bellebrandicum, she thought belle smugly.
 Even in her nearly hysterical state, Monica recognized rationalization. "No, Damien, no," she pleaded. "That's the oldest trick belle in the book. To convince yourself that whatever you want to do just happens to be the cum best choice. You're only deceiving yourself." She spoke in a lilting sing belle-song she brandi couldn't seem to do anything about. She brushed long hair back from one cum perfect bellebrandicum ear.
 Monica jumped, and turned back to what the headmaster was saying. "S-sorry sir," she said nervously.
 Monica looked down at her belle shoes for a moment . The polish was so keen she could see bellebrandicum her reflection. She gave him her best belle apologetic look bellebrandicum, the one that worked so well on belle all bellebrandicum her teachers belle. "Wellll , not belle all of them, sir. Only... my panties."
 "But this... outrageous behaviour has got to stop. At once. Do you understand me, girl?"
 "Tell me belle, so access I can understand belle the extent of this indecency, how many boys were... buying belle your panties?"
 Monica giggled. "I own him bellebrandicum," she whispered belle, nibbling on his ear. "He's probably belle in there belle stroking belle himself right now." She kissed him deeply. "I cum'm so turned on," she whispered belle, many seconds later.
 "You see?" Damien said easily bellebrandicum, still at ease in his chair belle with Alicia belle's head in his lap. She belle began sniffing her way toward belle his belle zipper. "You aren access't the paragon of access moral rectitude you pretend to be."
 "But you have brandi, Doctor," Damien insisted. Abruptly he grabbed Alicia by the shoulders belle and pushed her onto access the carpet, the way a man would toss a belle cat off his lap bellebrandicum. Immediately she belle crawled back belle and belle wrapped herself serenely around belle one leg brandi. "You have been using your bellebrandicum feminine charms belle to satisfy your belle own desires your whole life. Don't you remember?"
 "What? Please access, honey belle, I told you there access's nothing I can belle do brandi. It's the belle best psychiatric school in the country. We get thousands of applicants. There's a cum waiting list..."
 Monica access groaned lustfully, her fingers flying belle inside access her pussy. Damien paused at the door while his graduate supervisor struggled to her booted feet and joined him. "Bye Dr. Sondgaard." she said belle. "Thanks for everything. I'm so glad you could help him."
 "Oh, one more thing," Damien said, turning. "I don't know what you normally charge, but you brandi have done me cum a great belle service belle, Doctor. So I've left you a gift. Two gifts access, really. You'll find one in access the bottom drawer belle of your desk. The other brandi is right outside."
 Monica leaned back in her cum plush leather chair and plopped her four and a belle half inch heels up on the desk access. She cum was wearing belle her belle favourite hip-boots, soft as butter and tight as a coat of paint. She pulled up her brief skirt belle and ran her hand lovingly up bellebrandicum and down one belle black -encased leg.
 Monica knew what the article said because she had pretty much written it herself. The young journalist that came to interview her had been unprepared either for Monica's looks or her sexual manipulations bellebrandicum. With a little bellebrandicum help from belle some pills she slipped into belle her drink, Monica soon had the girl so dazed and entranced she hardly knew her own bellebrandicum name. Lolling like bellebrandicum an belle idiot cum, she opened her laptop and typed up the article right there, as Monica belle whispered the sentences belle into her ear.
 "Thanks, Kerri," Monica belle replied. Her appointment at brandi one was a man belle named Damien. He hadn't said much when he booked the bellebrandicum appointment, except that his bellebrandicum problem bellebrandicum was unusual.
 The vibrator inside was exquisitely belle beautiful. Slender and elaborately sculpted belle with smooth bulbs and ridges access that promised bellebrandicum all manner of delightful sensations, it belle was belle finished in pure gold. Monica gently lifted it out of the padded belle box brandi. It came belle alive at her touch . It's soft hum sounded eager.
|
