The ginalynn man did as she gina instructed, breathing in deeply three times, then letting padilla it out ginalynn slowly. He lynn seemed a little calmer when he was done gina.

He waved a hand. "I ginalynn performed a ritual. It's a very old, pre lynn- Druidic rite. It was part of site my research for my degree in anthropology. I did gina padilla it during the planetary alignment a padilla few weeks ginalynn ago, when the ancients believed cosmic forces were strongest. Did you know an alignment like that only happens gina every thousand years? I won't tell you ginalynn the details of the ritual, but it lynn involves sacrificing small animals and dancing naked around a stone ginalynn circle under a full moon."

"I'd rather gina not say," he countered gina, looking at gina the floor again. "It was -- with lynn my graduate supervisor. She was gina the one who suggested I perform the ritual gina, for gina padilla the experience. We, uh, did gina a gina few experiments. She didn't believe gina padilla me either."

"Tell ginalynn me about the gina weather." he shouted with sudden fury.

Monica got to her gina feet. She felt the pleasant swish of her little mini sliding over her panties lynn, silk against silk, as she made her way over gina to the windows along one side of the office. She could hear the beat padilla of ginalynn the rain pelting against the ginalynn glass.

She pulled back the curtains. The day was sunny, bright with sunshine. A few high clouds drifted along on a summer breeze ginalynn. Astonished site, she looked gina padilla down at the city street. The pavement was dry. There were no puddles. A man ginalynn was idly gina watering a site potted tree on the sidewalk.

What was going on? For a lynn brief moment, Monica just stood there, dumbfounded. It had been pouring rain. She gina padilla remembered distinctly. There was gina no umbrella padilla stand. "What.... how...?" she stammered.

Monica pulled herself together. Whatever was going on here, she still had a patient that needed help. She knelt ginalynn down in front of him. "Damien, listen to me," she lynn said gently, lifting his head gina in one hand.

"Yes, but the padilla temptation, the temptation will always be there."

For the first time his face looked hopeful. "You -- you ginalynn think that could work?"

"So, as gina padilla long gina as I'm trying to make the correct decisions, as long as I'm doing my best, I shouldn't feel ginalynn bad ginalynn if temptation gets to gina me or I gina make a mistake now and lynn again."

Monica felt gina one of gina those gina rare moments of satisfaction that came from gina knowing she had used her skills to ginalynn genuinely help somebody. It was a good feeling, like the contented buzz she got from sucking gina cock.

Monica ginalynn felt her stability slipping. The whole situation gina was too unreal, too impossible to grasp. She lynn couldn't stop thinking about sex.

"She's busy site, Doc ginalynn," Damien said.

Holding on gina to her sanity with a slender thread, Monica considered her options. Damien was clearly insane. The gina conflict ginalynn between his conscience and his ability had driven gina padilla him mad. The acid had indeed stained his soul.

"You see ginalynn, he can change anything he wants. This power gina of his -- it ginalynn's irresistible. Eventually he gina even changed me. I adore him gina, Dr. Sondgaard. I gina'm utterly devoted gina now." The lace-and gina padilla-leather ginalynn- clad professor looked down on her student gina with a worshipful gaze, tussling his hair absently. Damien made gina a little clucking sound and patted his knee. Monica expected Alicia to sit in his lynn lap, but gina instead she sank to gina her booted knees beside gina him and laid her head in his lap like a dog.

For a moment he seemed gina to consider it. "Well, perhaps so," he said thoughtfully, "but if I bring a little gina more beauty and happiness into the padilla world that can't be all bad. Besides, you are hardly one to complain about bending the ginalynn rules, the way you have been manipulating men all your site life."

"Yes, sir," Monica said contritely. She was site standing in front of his desk in her school uniform, a starched white blouse and plaid kilt, knee-socks and patent black mary-janes. At sixteen ginalynn she ginalynn was tall for her age and exceptionally well developed. Her thin blouse strained over bursting breasts that were already the envy of every girl padilla in gina the school.

The headmaster gina took gina a deep breath. "All right," he said at last. "Ordinarily, this would be grounds for expulsion." His eyes roamed over gina padilla her svelte curves ginalynn as Monica gave him her gina best puppy-dog look. "But ginalynn," he gina amended quickly, "I don't want to be harsh; especially to a student that seems otherwise so... promising. His gaze gina lingered on her overfilled blouse. The top two buttons had come undone.

"That, that never gina happened," Monica stammered, "You gina made that all padilla up ginalynn." It was impossible that gina her teen years could have been like that, or that Damien could have been her boyfriend. The memory was like a scene gina from a dirty movie, not real ginalynn life.

A chilling thought passed through her. Damien likened his power to an unstoppable acid gina, eating away at his mind. Leaking out. Corroding gina everything gina it encountered. She gripped the back of ginalynn her chair for ginalynn support.

The older man was gasping for breath. "Monica, darling... please... It, it's not that uh! oh god gina, not lynn that easy. You need uhn, transcripts and, and r-references..."

Through the gina flood of gina wicked memories coming back padilla to her, Monica tried to fathom what Damien ginalynn was saying gina. It sort of made gina sense, she conceded. She had been screwing and seducing her way to the top since the ginalynn day lynn she sucked off the paper boy for his delivery money. She only went lynn into psychiatry for gina padilla the gina money and the chance to fuck with her patients' heads. Oh god, the acid!

Monica groaned lustfully, her fingers flying inside her pussy gina. Damien gina paused at the door while his graduate gina supervisor struggled to her booted gina feet and joined him gina. "Bye ginalynn Dr. Sondgaard." she said. "Thanks for everything. I'm so glad you could help him."

"Oh, one more lynn thing gina," Damien said, turning. "I don't know what you normally charge, but you have done me ginalynn a great service, Doctor. So I've left you a gift. Two gifts, really. You'll find one in the bottom drawer of your desk. The ginalynn other ginalynn is lynn right outside."

Something ginalynn about gina padilla Damien got her thinking about a gift. Not quite gina padilla knowing why, she opened the gina bottom drawer of lynn her desk. She took out the gleaming rosewood box and flipped open the lid.

This was the perfect gina time to take this baby out gina for ginalynn a test gina drive, Monica decided. She unzipped gina padilla her white ginalynn sweater, which gina sprang apart instantly. Her enormous gina, man-melting mammaries exuberantly overflowed the webbing of her bra. Monica ran gina the site tip of the vibrator across her nipples experimentally. "Mmmmmm ginalynn yes, very nice," she whispered, eyes closed.

"Don't leave gina, Kerri," she gina said. Kerri gina gulped but did not move. She was still staring at gina the junction of Monica's thighs.

Monica waggled a finger at her lynn. "Come here," she said. Instantly the young girl trotted around and knelt between Monica's skin site- smooth black boots. She leaned forward, tongue padilla extended, and began to lick tentatively. She made a little mewling sound deep in her throat.

"Oh, very good gina, my dear," Monica sighed gina. "You are a lynn natural. Yes gina, use your tongue like that." She leaned back in the chair again and wallowed in Kerri gina's artful ginalynn ministrations. What a wonderful gift.