 Her employer vip stepped into the reception area of vip her office, shaking out her umbrella vipcrew. "Lunch was wet," she replied . "The crew streets are wet, the cab was wet, and I about'm wet." She folded vip her umbrella and ran her fingers through vip short brown hair. "My hair is a mess," she supplied. She started unbuttoning her raincoat. She vip stopped when she saw her receptionist vip was about to say something.
 Dr vip. Sondgaard looked at her watch. "All right. I have vip a free hour before Mr. Albright gets here. I can review those vip files some other day."
 The man hadn't shaved for a couple of days. His clothing was clean but rumpled. His vipcrew eyes were haunted, shifting about nervously this way vipcrew and that. He avoided looking at her.
 "I have no idea," he replied vipcrew. "I don't understand it. It vipcrew's vip just that I think -- no, I know that somehow I can change things. With my mind, I mean. I can manipulate things vip and events around me. It's frightening."
 "Because I already have," he said quietly vipcrew.
 Monica sat down again. She noticed his eyes on her nylons but decided vip not to pull down her vip miniskirt. Let him look. Better men should admire her shapely legs than ignore her small chest.
 Something in her tone roused him. He looked at her about, considering. "The vip, the weather, what's it like?"
 Monica pulled herself together vip. Whatever was vipcrew going on here vipcrew, she still had a vip patient vip that needed help. She knelt down in front of him. "Damien, listen to me," she said gently vipcrew, lifting vipcrew his head in one hand.
 "Suppose vip you set rules vipcrew for yourself. Decide beforehand that crew you will never use the power unless it does demonstrable good. Lay out a few vipcrew ground rules vip. Then vipcrew try vipcrew some test runs. Something really small. Go vip to a hospital and improve somebody's diagnosis. Help a little old vip lady across the street."
 Unexpectedly, the image of Damien's crew hard vipcrew-on sent a thrill of excitement through her. She set her jaw. She marched over to the desk, four-inch heels sinking vip into the plush vip carpet vip, and jabbed vipcrew the emergency button on the intercom. Her fingernail was flawlessly polished.
 "Look crew, Damien," she said urgently, "You can fight this. You don't have to give in to the temptation vipcrew. These -- what you've done to me is crew just childishness. It's a selfish indulgence, like masturbation. It vipcrew's like when I slip two fingers into vipcrew my cunny on the train and try to get myself off without anybody noticing." Dammit!
 She considered jumping him, maybe catching him by surprise vipcrew, but she was certain vipcrew she could not do that. She didn't know why. All vip she knew for certain was that Damien's power crew, whatever it was vipcrew, was immense and real, and that she dearly loved to fuck.
 "Dr. Cummins, please," Monica said , a catch in vip her velvety voice, "You've got vipcrew to help me vip. Maybe vipcrew together crew we can vip do about something. Run, get help vip." She stamped one spike-heeled foot vip in feminine frustration.
 Monica jumped, and turned back to vip what the headmaster was saying. "S-sorry sir," she said nervously.
 The vip headmaster leaned forward urgently. "Tell me the truth now, girl. Is vip it true that you have been giving -- no, selling. -- selling your... undergarments to the boys in your class?"
 The headmaster took vip a deep breath. "All right," he said at last vip. "Ordinarily, this would be grounds for expulsion." His eyes roamed over her svelte curves as Monica gave him her best puppy vip-dog look. "But," he amended quickly, "I vip don't want to be harsh; especially to a student that seems vipcrew otherwise so... promising. His gaze lingered vip on her overfilled blouse. The top two buttons had come crew undone.
 "Yes, sir vip," Monica said vip. She shifted position a vip little and the headmaster's attention came back to her flaring thighs.
 The headmaster groaned. He shifted position in his seat, looking uncomfortable. "All right," he said at vip last. "I see vipcrew what vip we will have to do vip. You are vip not to remove your undergarments for anyone while vipcrew you are on the school about grounds. Is that vipcrew understood?"
 "Yes, sir."
 "And to ensure your vip compliance, you will report to my office vip once each day for vip inspection."
 "You might lose your panties," Damien sniggered. He already had both hands under her vip tiny skirt.
 Yet at the same vip time she remembered every detail as well as crew anything that ever happened to her. Within a week the headmaster had been openly masturbating while he "inspected" her panties, and by the end of the term he had been wearing them vip. It vip was vip all there, as clear as a bell. But...
 George made an incoherent vip sound from between Monica's melons. His scrubs slipped down around his ankles.
 "Oh sweet vip heaven vip how could I vipcrew have forgotten that," Monica gasped, her face flushed vip with heat. She collapsed into her chair, breathing hard. She ran one vip hand over her stupendous chest, feeling the vipcrew hard, sensitive nipples. Acid. There was acid everywhere now, flooding her mind, eating vip away at her resolve, dissolving her conscience into smoke.
 "I vip admit some of my behaviour might be construed as immoral," Damien observed thoughtfully, "but your life-long vipcrew manipulations of others in pursuit of wealth vip and pleasure are immoral to a similar vip degree. By about comparison, my vip faults are vip minor. You see that now , don't you Doctor?"
 Monica leaned back in her plush about leather vip chair and plopped her four and a vip half inch heels up vip on the desk. She was wearing her favourite hip-boots vip, soft as butter and tight as a coat of paint vipcrew. She vip pulled vip up her brief skirt and ran her hand lovingly vip up and down one black-encased leg.
 This was the about perfect vip time to take this baby out for a test vip drive, Monica decided vipcrew. She unzipped her white sweater, which sprang apart instantly. Her enormous, man-melting mammaries exuberantly overflowed the vip webbing of her bra. Monica ran the tip of the vibrator across her nipples experimentally vipcrew. "Mmmmmm yes, very nice," she whispered, eyes closed.
 There vip was vipcrew another gift vip. How did she vip know that? Feeling orgasm approaching like a runaway freight-train she grappled groggily with a half-memory. Another gift. It was... just outside vip the door. Monica screamed outright as about her gold companion brought her to a splendid peak.
 "Oh, very vip good, my dear," Monica vip sighed. "You are a vip natural. Yes, use your tongue like that." She vipcrew leaned vipcrew back in the vip chair vip again and vipcrew wallowed in Kerri's vip artful vipcrew ministrations. What a wonderful gift.
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