 "Kerri, please tell me brunette nothing has fiesta come up while I was out."
 She stepped into her private office, raincoat over one arm. She locked brunette the door for fiesta privacy. "Sorry to cum keep you waiting cum fiesta tommie," she said to the man who brunette looked up from the brunette couch. "I almost drowned waiting cum fiesta tommie for a cab." She hung cum fiesta tommie up the raincoat and brunette umbrella, then smoothed out her modest brown brunette suit. She kicked off her brunette wet shoes and stepped into a different pair, black flats like she always wore fiesta.
 "OK, Damien," Dr. Sondgaard cum fiesta tommie began, deliberately using his first brunettecumfiesta name brunettecumfiesta to establish rapport fiesta, "calm tommie yourself down if brunette you can. I'm here to help you cum. Nothing is going to hurt you in this fiesta office. Try taking three cum deep fiesta breaths."
 "But what if he could fulfil these fantasies, however brunette fleeting? What cum if fiesta he could make cum fiesta tommie the girl brunette stop and strip and bend over so he could admire her behind? What fiesta if he could brunette make cum a brunette sexy schoolgirl jump into his lap on the images bus and make out with him until her stop? Better yet brunette, what if brunettecumfiesta he could transform any ordinary schoolgirl into a teenage sexpot and have brunettecumfiesta her brunette fuck him on the bus in front of everybody. What if he brunette could instantly fulfil all the selfish fiesta, base, lustful desires that fiesta float around in the images bilgewater fiesta of cum fiesta tommie everybody cum fiesta tommie's unconscious mind? What brunette would become of him then?"
 "Oh? How did you use it?"
"I'd rather brunettecumfiesta not brunette say," he countered, looking brunettecumfiesta at the floor fiesta again brunettecumfiesta. "It cum fiesta tommie was -- with my graduate supervisor. She was the one who suggested I perform fiesta the ritual, for the experience. We images, uh, did a few experiments. She didn't believe me either."
 The man thought about it for a moment. "Do you have a coin?" he asked.
 Monica opened her desk drawer and pulled out a fiesta 500 lira coin, a memento from a brunette trip to Italy. "Flip it," Damien said brunette, "it will come down heads."
 "Please," he said again. "I don't brunette want to do this cum!"
 "Damien you're trying to avoid the issue cum fiesta tommie. I don't want to talk about --"
 What was going on? For a brief moment, Monica just brunette stood there, dumbfounded. It had been pouring brunettecumfiesta rain. She remembered brunette distinctly. There brunette was no umbrella stand. "What.... how...?" she stammered.
 For the first time his face brunette looked hopeful brunette. "You brunettecumfiesta -- you think that could work?"
 She worked brunette her puffy red fiesta lips cum into a smile to match his, grateful that she had at last been able to do something for fiesta him. There brunette was still a great mystery brunette here, this so-called power, and what it was really fiesta doing (hypnotism? complex self-deception?) but that images could wait until another session. Damien had made great brunettecumfiesta progress.
 Monica felt one of those rare moments of satisfaction that brunette came from brunette knowing brunette she had used her skills to genuinely help somebody. It was a brunette good feeling, like the contented buzz she got from sucking cock cum.
 "Look, Damien," she said urgently, "You can fight this brunette. You don't have to brunette give in to fiesta the temptation. These -- what brunette you've done to me is just childishness tommie. It's a selfish indulgence, like masturbation. It's like when I slip two fingers brunette into brunette my cunny on the train and try to get myself off without anybody noticing." Dammit fiesta.
 The blonde was cum fiesta tommie shaking her head sadly images. "I'm brunette sorry Dr brunette. Sondgaard, I can't do that cum," she explained. She brunette was wearing black fiesta, thigh brunettecumfiesta-high brunettecumfiesta boots, the tightest Monica had ever seen. The sleek leather glistened as she cum fiesta tommie sidled brunettecumfiesta up brunettecumfiesta to where Damien was sitting brunette, managing her cum high-high heels with an brunette ease that could only come from long practice. Just watching brunette her made Monica tingle.
 "You see, he can change anything he wants. This power of his -- it's irresistible. Eventually he even changed me. I adore him, Dr. Sondgaard. I'm utterly devoted now." The lace-and brunettecumfiesta-leather- clad professor looked down images on her student with a worshipful gaze, tussling his hair absently. Damien made a little clucking brunette sound and brunette patted brunette his knee. Monica expected Alicia to sit in his lap, but instead she sank to her booted knees beside him and laid her head brunettecumfiesta in tommie his lap like cum a dog.
 The headmaster leaned forward urgently. "Tell me the truth now, girl brunette. Is it true that you brunettecumfiesta have been giving -- no images, selling. -- selling your... undergarments to the boys in your class?"
 Monica looked fiesta down at her shoes for brunette a moment. The polish was so keen brunette she could see her reflection. She brunette gave him her best apologetic look, the one fiesta that worked so well on all brunette her teachers. "Wellll, not all of them, sir. Only... my brunette panties."
 Monica shuffled one dainty foot brunettecumfiesta back and forth. "Uhm, well, sir I don't actually change them cum fiesta tommie. I just uh, give them to the boy who wants them so bad." She tossed cum him little flicks of her big brunettecumfiesta hazel cum fiesta tommie eyes while idly toying with brunettecumfiesta the hem of her kilt.
 The headmaster took fiesta a deep brunette breath. "All fiesta right," he said at last fiesta. "Ordinarily, this would be grounds for expulsion brunette." His cum fiesta tommie eyes roamed fiesta over brunettecumfiesta her svelte curves as Monica gave him brunette her best puppy cum-dog look. "But," he amended quickly, "I don't want to be harsh; especially to tommie a student that seems otherwise fiesta so... promising images. His gaze lingered on her overfilled blouse. The top two buttons had brunette come undone tommie.
 "Uhm, three or four," Monica said. The real number was more like twice that, not fiesta even tommie counting the teachers cum fiesta tommie.
 The headmaster let out his cum fiesta tommie breath. "Very well brunettecumfiesta, Monica," he said officiously. "That, that is cum all for today. I expect to see you tomorrow at the same time." He turned away from her and looked out the window, perhaps trying to hide his erection.
 Damien said: "Don't your see, Doctor? We brunette are tommie all fundamentally selfish, always taking advantage of others for brunette our own benefit. Even you. I'm brunette a little better at brunettecumfiesta beating the system, that's all brunettecumfiesta."
 "Why, George, I'm surprised at you. Just because tommie I images accepted your gifts and sucked cum you off a couple of brunette times doesn't mean I'll hop into cum bed with you brunettecumfiesta." She nibbled on tommie his ear saucily. "Even though I cum fiesta tommie find you very brunettecumfiesta handsome, and I'm sure your big cock would feel sooo good deep cum fiesta tommie inside me brunette." In her platform-heeled sandals brunette she was as tall fiesta as him.
 "Georgy," Monica whispered a few minutes later, "remember what brunettecumfiesta we talked about the other day?"
 "There, you see," Monica said as George began brunettecumfiesta to lap cum and suck hungrily, "it's really simple. I want in. And I know you brunette want in, don images't you tiger. So why can't we brunette both get what brunette we want?"
 Monica groaned lustfully brunettecumfiesta, her fingers flying inside cum fiesta tommie her pussy. Damien paused at brunette the door while his graduate supervisor struggled to her booted feet and joined him. "Bye Dr. Sondgaard brunette." she said. "Thanks for everything brunettecumfiesta. I'm fiesta so glad you cum could help him."
 At times, Monica's whole life brunette seemed slightly unreal. Her success, her beauty, her uncanny cum ability to seduce and brunette enamour men and women with ease, all cum seemed to defy the laws of nature. Even the brunette little things, like these custom-made boots that fiesta fit so incredibly well, or the fact that her breasts never images sagged in spite of their size, had a brunette kind of impossible air cum fiesta tommie to them. She sometimes felt like brunette she was living inside somebody brunettecumfiesta else's erotic daydream. She dismissed these thoughts, of course. Reality brunette wasn't something that could be arbitrarily modified. She had just fiesta been very lucky.
 The brunette intercom buzzed. Monica flicked the talk button with the cum heel of one boot. "Doctor," came Kerri's voice. "Your one o images'clock brunettecumfiesta just cancelled."
 Rapture brunette. The vibrator quivered and danced inside cum fiesta tommie her like a living thing. She lay her head back, groaning, and played the tommie dildo in and out, as slowly as she could bear. It fit so perfectly, it was almost as brunettecumfiesta if brunette it had cum been custom-designed to fit tommie her pussy. Could such a thing be done? As her fiesta breathing became laboured and brunettecumfiesta her arm motions more rapid, further thought on the brunettecumfiesta question became impossible.
 She started planning brunette some changes for her little receptionist brunettecumfiesta. First thing was to get her into some properly fiesta revealing fiesta clothes fiesta. Something to distract tommie the patients, to make Monica cum's job of separating fiesta them cum fiesta tommie from brunette their money a little easier. Fishnet stockings and spike fiesta-heeled platform sandals would be her trademark. No underwear fiesta. Kerri was living brunettecumfiesta with her cum boyfriend, but Monica would tell her to dump him. She wasn't about to share that tongue with anybody.
 Monica fiesta felt brunettecumfiesta a twinge of guilt about what she had planned for poor Kerri. It cum fiesta tommie passed quickly images. After all, everybody was basically selfish, trying to get ahead of the system a little fiesta, gain some fiesta personal advantage. She was just a little brunettecumfiesta better brunette at beating the brunette system than most brunette people brunettecumfiesta.
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