 "Kerri, please tell me nothing has come up while I was out."
 Kerri was a good six inches shorter than the other woman. She was a cute young milfhunter thing, almost girlish in her powder milfhunter blue sweater and simple black pants. "I'm sorry, Dr. Sondgaard," she said respectfully. "You have milfhunter a walk-in. His name milfhunter is Damien. He seemed very upset, so I let him wait inside milfhunter."
 She stepped into her private milfhunter office, raincoat over one mandy arm. She locked the milfhunter door for privacy. "Sorry to keep you waiting," she said milfhunter to milfhunter the man who looked milfhunter up from the couch. "I milfhunter almost drowned waiting for a milfhunter cab." She hung up the raincoat and mandy milfhunter umbrella, then milfhunter smoothed out her modest brown suit. She kicked off her wet mandy milfhunter shoes and stepped into a different pair, black flats like she always wore.
 Anyone could see join that the man was in distress; it milfhunter didn milfhunter't milfhunter take a milfhunter psychologist to milfhunter figure milfhunter that out. The first thing was to get him milfhunter calmed down milfhunter a little, Monica decided, work through the milfhunter crisis, then look at the milfhunter long milfhunter-term situation. It didn't help that he mandy milfhunter had hardly said a milfhunter word since he came milfhunter in.
 He drew a breath. "Doctor, are you familiar with the folk wisdom that a man has a milfhunter sexual thought about every fifteen mandy minutes?"
 "Do you have any idea what a milfhunter burden that is? The world as mandy milfhunter we milfhunter know it would collapse if we could all join indulge our selfish whims. I have to guard my thoughts every minute, lest milfhunter one of my subconscious desires milfhunter suddenly come true. Every time I see a pretty girl I have to concentrate on not milfhunter thinking about her. I can't go join into a bank because I milfhunter'm afraid I'll milfhunter have a stray thought and someone will start giving me money. It's the curse milfhunter of the Midas milfhunter touch, to the second power."
"Because I already have," he said mandy milfhunter quietly.
 The man thought about it for a moment. "Do you mandy milfhunter have a milfhunter coin mandy milfhunter?" he asked.
 The trick milfhunter with the coin was impressive. Did he milfhunter know in advance the coin was milfhunter not milfhunter fair? Had he switched coins somehow? There were any number of milfhunter ways he could be fooling join her milfhunter. The question was, why join? Some people liked to visit therapists for the attention, toying with them without any interest in milfhunter treatment, but this man did not seem like that type.
 What was going on? For a brief mandy milfhunter moment mandy, Monica just milfhunter stood there, dumbfounded. It had been pouring rain. She remembered distinctly milfhunter. There was milfhunter no umbrella stand. "What.... how...?" she stammered.
 After a moment she got to her feet and sat milfhunter down in her mandy big chair beside the desk milfhunter. She crossed her legs automatically, letting her foxy skirt slide high on her thighs. One dainty milfhunter red sandal dangled off her toes milfhunter. She knew milfhunter she looked good.
 "Yes milfhunter, but the temptation, the temptation will always be there."
 For the first time his face looked hopeful. "You -- you think that could work?"
 "Frankly, I have no idea milfhunter. I don't really know what I'm dealing with here milfhunter. But I am certain that nothing is to be gained, in your life in general mandy milfhunter or your mandy milfhunter therapy with me, from you blaming yourself for all humanity's milfhunter frailties milfhunter."
 Monica felt one of those milfhunter rare moments of satisfaction that came from knowing she had used her skills to genuinely help somebody join. It was a good feeling, like the contented buzz she got from sucking cock.
 "I milfhunter want to thank you milfhunter, Doctor," her patient milfhunter replied. "You have done so milfhunter much for me, in just one visit. You are milfhunter one hell of a good mandy shrink mandy milfhunter. I feel completely liberated milfhunter from all that guilt I was feeling."
 Monica felt her panties moisten. The sight of milfhunter the milfhunter two lovers milfhunter bucking and pumping in her office instantly milfhunter turned on her juices, as mandy virtually anything sexual always did. No, wait, he had changed that too. She grimaced milfhunter, struggling to remember what was real and what was Damien's artifice.
 "Dr. Cummins, please," Monica said, a catch milfhunter in her velvety milfhunter voice, "You've got to help me milfhunter. Maybe together we milfhunter can mandy do something. Run, get help." She mandy milfhunter stamped one spike-heeled foot in feminine frustration.
 "These accusations are very serious. Very serious indeed milfhunter. I will not tolerate such indecent behaviour in this school. Do you understand?"
 "Uhm, three milfhunter or four," Monica milfhunter said. The real number was more like milfhunter twice that, not even counting mandy the teachers.
 "Precisely. It is the only way to ensure that you do not continue with this preposterous lewdness. We will mandy milfhunter begin today. Bend over and grab your ankles."
 Monica's uniform skirt was so short join that bending mandy milfhunter even milfhunter slightly was sufficient to reveal whether she wore panties, but she complied with the headmaster's command. He got to his feet and stepped milfhunter around behind milfhunter her. Looking up at him from between her legs, she mandy milfhunter could see milfhunter the insistent bulge tenting the front of his dress slacks. She smiled inwardly. She join wondered milfhunter briefly if milfhunter he was as big milfhunter as Mr. Hill, the geography teacher milfhunter.
 The headmaster let out his milfhunter breath. "Very well milfhunter, Monica," he said officiously. "That, that is all milfhunter for today. I mandy milfhunter expect to see you tomorrow at milfhunter the same time." He turned away milfhunter from her milfhunter and looked mandy milfhunter out the window, perhaps trying to hide his milfhunter erection.
 Monica giggled milfhunter. "I own him," she whispered, nibbling on his ear. "He milfhunter's probably in there stroking himself right now." She milfhunter kissed him deeply. "I'm so turned on," she whispered, many seconds later.
 "Ooooh milfhunter, George, you randy man," Monica chided, letting him press her body against milfhunter his. "Are you milfhunter walking around with a big hard for me again?" She was in her red and milfhunter white candy mandy-striper's uniform join, her enormous breasts spilling milfhunter out the top, the skirt far shorter than anyone milfhunter could possibly get milfhunter away with, yet somehow milfhunter she did. "What about your wife?"
 The man was still kissing milfhunter her wildly. "She's... not here," he replied milfhunter, desperate. "It's just you and me. Please, Monica, darling, let mandy milfhunter me love you. I'm going insane." His groping hands found their way under her racy milfhunter uniform.
 Monica flipped open milfhunter a join couple of buttons. "I've got a mandy couple of great references," she husked, still stroking expertly. "Maybe you should look them milfhunter over." She used her free milfhunter hand milfhunter to guide milfhunter his head mandy to her chest.
 Monica knew what the article said because she had pretty much written it milfhunter herself. The young journalist milfhunter that came to interview milfhunter her had been unprepared either for milfhunter Monica's looks or her sexual manipulations. With a little help from milfhunter some pills she slipped into her drink, Monica soon join had the girl so dazed and entranced she hardly milfhunter knew her own milfhunter name. Lolling like an idiot, she opened her laptop and typed up the article right there, as Monica whispered the sentences into her ear.
 The intercom buzzed. Monica flicked the talk button with the heel of milfhunter one boot. "Doctor," came Kerri's voice. "Your one o'clock just milfhunter cancelled."
 This was the perfect time to milfhunter take mandy this baby out for a test milfhunter drive, Monica decided. She unzipped her white sweater, which sprang apart instantly. Her milfhunter enormous, man-melting mammaries exuberantly overflowed the milfhunter webbing of her join bra. Monica ran the tip of milfhunter the vibrator across her nipples experimentally. "Mmmmmm yes, very nice," she whispered, eyes closed.
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