 Her employer stepped thompson into the reception area ginalynn of her office, shaking out her umbrella. "Lunch was wet," she replied. "The streets are gina wet gina, the cab was wet, and I'm wet." She folded her umbrella and ran her fingers through short brown gina hair thompson. "My hair is a mess," she supplied. She started unbuttoning her raincoat. She stopped when she saw her receptionist was gina about to say something.
 For a moment she regarded her gina receptionist lynn quizzically. Kerri's gina sweater skimmed well above her navel and snugged fetchingly around her darling young breasts. Although not unusual by the style of the day, it was positively daring gina thompson by Kerri's conservative standards lynn. Was lynn that the same sweater she had been thompson wearing earlier?
 Dr. Sondgaard frowned, scolding herself for her momentary envy of Kerri's well-shaped breasts. Funny she lynn had never ginalynn noticed them before though.
 Monica sat down in the big chair beside her gina desk. She gina pulled out her notebook. She studied the distraught young man sitting ginalynn in front of her thompson. He gina was lynn under gina thirty, of no unusual gina size or character, with gina a bland, forgettable face. A rather plain woman herself, Monica had a lot of sympathy gina thompson for the gina ordinary.
 "OK, Damien," Dr. Sondgaard began, deliberately using his first name to establish rapport, "calm ginalynn yourself down if gina you can. I'm here to help you. Nothing is going to hurt you gina in this office. Try taking three deep breaths."
 She kept her continence even gina. "What kind of power, Damien?" she gina asked gently.
 Actually images, that gina was quite enough detail, Monica thought, wincing. "I see," she said again, trying to keep the revulsion out ginalynn of her voice. "This ritual conferred some sort of magical ability on you, is that gina right? How do you know you have it?" She crossed gina her knees sedately. For a moment her gina patient's thompson glance fell to her legs, below the lynn hem of her tasteful, knee-length gina skirt.
 "Yes, of course."
 She said: "If your new power is thompson too corruptive ginalynn to use, then ginalynn how do you know it really exists?" It was time to challenge his contorted perception.
 "I'd rather not gina say," he countered, looking lynn at the floor again gina. "It was -- with my graduate supervisor. She was the lynn one who suggested I perform the lynn ritual, for the experience. We, uh gina thompson, did a few ginalynn experiments. She didn't believe me either."
 "I ginalynn can't say I blame her," she said gina, trying not to sound accusatory. "Why should she ginalynn, or ginalynn I?" You insist you have this supernatural ability, but images you refuse to demonstrate it. Surely you can do something, some small thing lynn to prove you're not gina fabricating all this." It was necessary to force him gina to confront gina his delusion.
 The trick with the coin was impressive. Did he images know in gina thompson advance the coin was gina not fair? Had he switched coins somehow lynn? There were any number of lynn ways he could be fooling her. The question was, why gina? Some people liked ginalynn to visit therapists for the attention, toying with them without ginalynn any interest gina in treatment, but this man did not seem like that type.
 Something in her tone roused him. He looked at ginalynn her, considering. "The, the weather, what's it like?"
 "Damien you're trying to gina avoid the issue. I don't want to talk about --"
 Damien looked at gina her, his expression blank. It occurred to Monica that in this position he could effortlessly lynn look up her skirt to gina thompson the tops of her ginalynn stockings and even her high-cut ginalynn lace panties gina, but she decided gina not to do anything about ginalynn it. Maybe gina a little tease would help bring him out of his withdrawal. She took a deep breath, feeling her round breasts pressing against her sheer gina silk blouse.
 When he gina lifted his eyes Monica realized he had indeed been looking gina up her brief ginalynn skirt. Now his gina attention shifted to her thompson cleavage ginalynn. She ginalynn felt a familiar thrill run through her. "Oh my word, you're an ginalynn attractive woman," he gina said irrelevantly, "I should never have gina come gina here."
 She smiled gina. "Well, you lynn're here now ginalynn, so let ginalynn's see if I can help you." She stayed on her knees a thompson tad ginalynn longer than she needed to. It was gina fun to have a man looking images at gina her tits.
 She noticed his gaze lingering on her ginalynn titanic titties again. She loved gina the way men were gina always staring at gina her chest. That was why she wore thompson --
 What had lynn been a drab brown suit ginalynn was now a shamelessly brief, tight microskirt, a see-through white lynn bodyshirt and an unbuttoned bolero jacket, all gina thompson in the finest silk. The scarlet gina jacket had gold buttons ginalynn and gold trim. The outfit clung deliciously to a figure that clearly wasn't thompson hers; not with those gina spectacular legs, that narrow waist and dandy bottom, or ginalynn those frankly enormous ginalynn breasts that would ginalynn have looked ridiculous had they gina not been so high and gina jutting.
 Monica fought down a wave of hysteria. "Stop this. Stop -- Change me back." she demanded. Her voice was deep and soft as velvet.
 "This is gina Dr. Sucksgood, I mean Sondgaard, in 319. I need a security detail, on the gina thompson double." Damn, her voice sounded so sexy.
 Monica straightened slowly gina thompson. Diamond bracelets gina sparkled on her wrists gina. She gina thompson turned to face Damien. He gina was images still smiling. It had ginalynn an ginalynn edge gina of pure evil now. "What have you done to them?" she whispered gina.
 Monica looked out to gina her outer office. Kerri, would lynn be at her desk images. She could get help! "Kerri!" she shouted, as loud as she could.
 "I ginalynn'm Professor Alicia Cummins. Damien's graduate supervisor." Monica stared at her gina in shock gina. Yummy tits gina, but not gina as big as mine, she thought gina smugly.
 "Dr. Cummins, please," Monica said, a images catch in her gina velvety voice, "You've got to help me lynn. Maybe together we can do something. Run, get help!" She stamped gina thompson one spike-heeled foot ginalynn in feminine frustration.
 "You see, he gina can change gina thompson anything he wants. This power of his -- it lynn's irresistible. Eventually he even changed me. I adore him, Dr. Sondgaard ginalynn. I'm utterly devoted now gina." The lace-and-leather- clad professor looked down on her student with a worshipful gaze, tussling his gina hair absently. Damien made a little gina clucking sound and patted his knee. Monica expected gina Alicia to sit gina in his lap, but instead she gina sank ginalynn to her booted knees beside him gina and laid her head gina in his lap like a dog gina.
 "You should not feel gina like you have failed, Doctor lynn," Damien said consolingly. He stroked Alicia lynn's long hair affectionately. The gina look on her face was pure bliss. "You have shown images me the way to free myself from my conscience, even gina thompson if I have rather gina succumbed to temptation. I lynn'm gina trying to do good lynn things. Alicia has never gina been so happy ginalynn. Neither has your secretary."
 Even in her nearly hysterical state, Monica recognized rationalization. "No, Damien, no," she pleaded. "That's the oldest trick gina in the ginalynn book. To convince yourself that whatever you want ginalynn to do gina just happens to gina thompson be the best choice. You're only deceiving yourself lynn." She spoke in gina a gina lilting sing-song she couldn't seem to do anything about. She brushed long hair back from one perfect thompson ear.
 "Young gina lady gina thompson pay gina attention when I speak to you."
 "These accusations are very serious. Very serious indeed. I will not tolerate such gina indecent behaviour images in this school. Do gina you understand?"
 The lynn headmaster leaned forward urgently. "Tell me gina the gina truth thompson now, girl. Is it true that you have been giving -- no gina, selling. -- selling your... undergarments to the boys in your class?"
 Monica twirled a thompson strand of lustrous brown hair around one finger. "Uhm, usually two pounds or so, but five pounds if I'd just come gina back from gym class."
 "Yes, sir."
 Monica ginalynn's uniform skirt was so short that bending even slightly was ginalynn sufficient to reveal whether ginalynn she wore panties, but thompson she complied with the headmaster's command. He ginalynn got to his feet images and stepped gina around behind her. Looking up at gina thompson him from between her legs, she could see the insistent bulge gina tenting gina the front of his dress slacks. She smiled inwardly. She wondered briefly if he was as big as Mr. Hill, the geography teacher.
 The headmaster let out gina his ginalynn breath. "Very well, Monica," he said officiously. "That, that is gina all for today. I expect ginalynn to see ginalynn you tomorrow thompson at the same time." He turned away from her gina and looked out the gina window lynn, perhaps trying to hide his erection.
 "That, that never happened," Monica stammered, "You made that ginalynn all up." It was impossible that her teen years could have been like that, or that Damien could gina have been gina her boyfriend. The memory was like a scene from a lynn dirty movie, not real gina life.
 The man was still kissing her wildly. "She's... not here," he replied, desperate gina. "It's just you and me. Please, Monica, darling, let gina me love you. I'm going insane." His groping hands found their way under her racy uniform.
 The older man was gasping for breath. "Monica, darling gina... please... It, it's not that images uh. oh gina god, not that gina thompson easy. You lynn need uhn, transcripts gina and gina, and r-references..."
 George made an incoherent sound from between Monica's melons. His scrubs slipped down around his ankles.
 They opened the door to the outer gina office. Kerri was now being gina thompson happily ginalynn ploughed face-down on her desk by the indefatigable Mr. Albright. Her enormous breasts kept her body gina suspended several inches gina above the desk. Files and gina papers littered the floor.
 "Oh gina, one more thing," Damien said, turning ginalynn. "I don't know images what you normally charge, but you gina thompson have done gina me a great service, Doctor. So gina I've left you a gina gift. Two gina gifts gina, really. You'll find one in the bottom drawer of gina your desk. The other gina is right outside."
 "Thanks, Kerri," Monica ginalynn replied. Her appointment at ginalynn one was a man named Damien. He hadn't said much gina when he booked the appointment, except that his problem was unusual.
 The vibrator inside gina was gina thompson exquisitely beautiful. Slender and elaborately gina sculpted with smooth images bulbs and ridges that promised all manner of delightful sensations, it was finished in pure gold gina. Monica gently gina lifted gina it out of the padded box. It images came alive at her touch. It's ginalynn soft hum sounded eager.
 She massaged her melons for a few minutes, then decided to move on to gina the main event. She still had her gina feet on the desk. Monica's gina miniskirt was also ginalynn tight gina, but a quick flick of another zipper revealed the pink jewel that some women covered with panties. Her gina crotch-high boots negated the need to gina thompson wear gina stockings. Monica turned the gold vibrator up a notch gina and slowly slipped gina it in.
 Rapture. The ginalynn vibrator quivered gina and danced inside her like a living thing. She lay her head lynn back gina, groaning, and played the dildo in and out, as lynn slowly as she could gina bear. It fit so perfectly, it was almost gina as if it had been custom gina-designed to fit her gina pussy. Could such a gina thompson thing be gina done? As her breathing became ginalynn laboured and her arm motions more rapid, further images thought on gina the question became impossible.
 "Oh ginalynn, very good, my dear gina," Monica sighed. "You are gina a natural. Yes, use your tongue like that ginalynn." She leaned back gina in the gina chair again and wallowed in Kerri's artful ministrations. What a wonderful gift.
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