 Kerri was a milf good six inches shorter than the other milf lesbians woman. She was a cute young thing, almost girlish in her powder blue sweater and simple black milf pants. "I'm sorry, Dr. Sondgaard," she milf said respectfully. "You have a walk-in. His name is Damien. He seemed very milf upset, so I let him milf wait inside."
 Dr. Sondgaard frowned, scolding herself for her momentary envy of Kerri's well-shaped breasts milf. Funny she had never noticed them milf before though.
 "OK, Damien," Dr. Sondgaard began, deliberately using his milf first name to establish rapport, "calm yourself down if you can. I'm here to help you. Nothing is going to hurt you milf lesbians in this lesbians office. Try milf taking three deep breaths."
 She kept her continence even. "What kind milf lesbians of power, Damien?" she asked gently.
 "So you believe you now milf lesbians have an exceptional site mental ability. You can milf change things around you milf, I think you said? So what exactly is the problem?"
 "I must milf not give in milf to the temptation milf. Because once milf I start using it, I milf know I won milf lesbians't be able to stop. The steps are so obvious. First, I'll start indulging my milf idle whims milf, then satisfying my baser milf appetites milf, and milf finally, acting out my milf most perverse fantasies."
 "I know this milf is all true. Yet the effort of not using milf the power is milf getting to be more milf than I milf can bear. I can milf feel the power inside milf me: tempting me, eroding my willpower, wearing away at my moral milf convictions."
 She said: "If your new power is too corruptive to use, then how do you milf know it really exists?" It was milf time milf to challenge his contorted perception.
 "Oh? How did milf you use it?"
 She flipped the coin, let it lesbians land on her desk. It did come down milf heads. "That's not milf very impressive," she milf lesbians said. "Fifty-fifty chance."
 "Show me milf, Damien." She spoke milf commandingly milf lesbians.
 Monica watched him, taken aback milf. She milf thought about the button on her desk, the one that summoned security milf. You never knew.
 "Go to the milf window site. Look milf outside." He lesbians was milf lesbians calm again.
 "As it is for all of us. Remember Damien, you had your moral values established before you received this gift, or whatever it is. You still have that beacon to guide you. The very fact that you are so distraught about what you have not even milf done yet proves that milf lesbians you are a man of strong moral character. Use that strength milf to steer your use milf of the power."
 "So, as long as I'm trying milf to make milf lesbians the milf lesbians correct decisions, as long as I'm doing my best, I shouldn't feel bad if milf lesbians temptation gets to me or I make a mistake milf now and again milf."
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 After a milf long moment site a site breathless voice responded milf: "S-Security lesbians."
 "This milf is Dr. Sucksgood, I mean Sondgaard, in 319. I need a security detail, on the double." Damn, her voice sounded so sexy.
 Holding on to her sanity with a milf slender thread, Monica milf considered her options. Damien was clearly insane. The conflict between his conscience and his ability had driven him mad. The acid had indeed stained milf his milf soul milf lesbians.
 The headmaster leaned forward urgently milf. "Tell me the truth now site, girl. Is it milf true milf lesbians that you have been giving -- no, selling. -- selling your... undergarments to the boys in milf lesbians your milf class?"
 "But this... outrageous behaviour has got to stop. At once. Do you milf understand me, girl lesbians?"
 The headmaster groaned. He shifted position in his seat, looking uncomfortable. "All right," he said at last. "I see what we will have to do. You are milf not to remove your undergarments milf lesbians for anyone while you are on the milf school grounds. Is that understood?"
 "Precisely. It milf lesbians is the only way to ensure that you do not continue milf with this preposterous lewdness. We will begin today. Bend over and grab your ankles milf."
 The headmaster let out his breath. "Very well milf lesbians, Monica," he said officiously. "That, that is all for today. I expect to see you milf tomorrow at the same time." He turned away from her and looked out the window, perhaps trying to hide site his erection milf.
 A chilling thought passed through her. Damien milf likened his power to an unstoppable acid milf, eating away at his milf mind. Leaking out. Corroding everything it encountered. She gripped the back of her chair for support.
 Damien said: "Don't your see, Doctor? We are all milf fundamentally selfish, always taking advantage milf of others milf for milf our own benefit. Even you milf lesbians. I'm milf a little better at beating milf the system, that's all."
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 The room was semi-dark milf and smelled of antiseptic. "Please, please Monica, my darling, I can't wait any longer." She was in the arms of a much older man. He was eagerly planting lesbians kisses all over milf her lips milf, her face, her hair. "You make me so hot. I want you milf now."
 "Oh, one milf more thing," Damien said, turning. "I don't know what you normally charge, but you have done me milf lesbians a site great service, Doctor. So I've left you a milf gift. Two gifts milf, really. You'll find milf one in the bottom drawer of your milf desk. The milf other is right outside."
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 The intercom buzzed milf. Monica milf flicked the milf talk button with the milf heel of one milf boot. "Doctor," came Kerri's voice. "Your one o'clock just cancelled."
 Something about Damien got her thinking about a gift. Not site quite knowing why, she opened the bottom drawer of her milf desk milf. She took out the gleaming rosewood box and milf flipped open milf the lid.
 Rapture. The vibrator quivered and danced inside her like a living thing. She lay her head back, groaning, and played the dildo in milf and out, as slowly as she milf could bear. It fit milf so perfectly, it was almost as if it had been custom-designed to fit her milf pussy. Could such a thing be done milf? As her breathing milf became laboured and her arm motions more rapid, further thought on the question became impossible.
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