"Doctor," the man said, "You have black got to help pictures me. I can't handle this any more. I read in the black paper that you know something about the paranormal. Maybe you can understand. I have this -- this thing black inside me, this power or ability or something -- and it's driving me crazy."

Actually, that was quite enough detail, Monica thought, wincing. "I see," she said again blackprettytrannies, trying to keep the black revulsion out of her voice. "This ritual conferred some sort of magical ability on you, is that right? How do you know you have it?" She crossed her knees pictures sedately. For a black moment her black patient's glance fell to her legs, below the hem of her tasteful, knee-length skirt.

Monica was black struck by the intensity black of his speech pretty. Whatever pictures was at the root of Damien's problem, it was torturing him. She wrote "sex black obsessed?" in her notebook. She brushed back her long hair, noting black with approval that it had already dried. "But in reality blackprettytrannies such things don't happen," she said reasonably. "So any black question of wish fulfilment is entirely hypothetical . Damien, why are you bringing this up?"

"I know this is all true. Yet the effort of not using the power black is getting to be more than blackprettytrannies I can bear. I can feel the power pictures inside me: tempting me, eroding my willpower, wearing away at my moral convictions."

He sat down heavily. "It's blackprettytrannies like acid," he said softly. "An acid of the mind black. It eats away at my humanity, bit by bit. Corroding. Corrupting. Eventually it will leak pictures out black, and my black soul will be indelibly stained."

She said: "If your new black power is too corruptive to use, then how do black you know black it really exists?" It was time to challenge his contorted perception.

The trick with the coin was impressive. Did he know in advance the coin was not black fair? Had he switched coins somehow? There were blackprettytrannies any number of ways black he could be fooling her. The question was, why blackprettytrannies? Some people liked to visit therapists for the attention black, toying with them without any interest in treatment, but this blackprettytrannies man did not seem black like that type.

Oh boy, Monica thought privately. This black was getting weird. "OK, Damien. We'll work this out together blackprettytrannies. So black far though, your conviction has not matched the evidence. All I've seen you do is a coin trick blackprettytrannies. You will have to do better than that to convince me."

"I must black, Damien," Monica insisted black. "You have black to show me the power, or face black up trannies to the fact that it may not exist." This was harsh, but a breakthrough in blackprettytrannies the first session was a real possibility. She prepared herself for his collapse when the "power" did not blackprettytrannies work. Then they could get at his real problem.

"Please," he said again. "I don't want to do this."

Monica watched him, taken aback. She thought about the button blackprettytrannies on her black desk, the one that summoned blackprettytrannies security. You black never knew.

"It's been raining all day."

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

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

After a moment she got to her feet and sat down blackprettytrannies in black her big chair beside the black desk. She crossed her legs automatically, letting her foxy skirt slide high on her thighs. One dainty red sandal dangled off blackprettytrannies her toes. She knew she looked black good.

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

"Frankly, I have no idea black. I don't really know black what I pictures'm dealing black with here. But I am certain that black nothing is blackprettytrannies to be gained, in your life black in general or your black therapy with me, from you blaming yourself for all black humanity's frailties."

She noticed his gaze lingering black on her titanic titties again. She loved the black way men were always staring at her trannies chest. That was why she wore --

"Nothing harmful black," he blackprettytrannies said easily. "The security staff are blackprettytrannies just getting to know blackprettytrannies one another. I think they black'll be busy for quite a black while."

"Look black, Damien pictures," she said urgently, "You can fight this. You don't have to give in to the temptation. These black -- what you've done to me is just childishness black. It's a selfish indulgence, like masturbation. It's like when I black slip two fingers into my cunny on the train and try to get myself black off blackprettytrannies without anybody noticing." Dammit.

Monica black looked out black to her outer office. Kerri, would be at her desk. She could get help. "Kerri." she shouted, as black loud as she could.

"That's Mr. Albright, your two-o'clock," Damien supplied. "I helped him a little with his shyness and agoraphobia. Of course, a nine-inch cock and sheer pretty animal magnetism that black few women can resist will black help a lot too."

Monica felt her panties moisten. The sight of the two lovers bucking and black pumping in her office blackprettytrannies instantly turned on black her juices, as virtually anything blackprettytrannies sexual always did. No, wait pictures, he black had changed blackprettytrannies that too blackprettytrannies. She grimaced black, struggling to remember what was real pretty and what was Damien's artifice.

"Dr. Cummins, please," Monica said, a catch in her velvety voice, "You blackprettytrannies've got to black help me. Maybe together we can do something. Run black, get help!" She stamped one spike-heeled foot in feminine blackprettytrannies frustration.

"Yes black, sir."

The room was semi-dark and smelled of antiseptic. "Please, please Monica, my darling, I can't wait any longer." She was black in the pictures arms of a black much older blackprettytrannies man. He black was eagerly planting kisses all over her lips black, her face, her hair. "You black make me blackprettytrannies so hot. I want you now."

"Ooooh, George, you randy black man," Monica chided, letting him press her body against his. "Are you walking around with a big hard for me again?" She was black in her red black and white black candy-striper's uniform, her blackprettytrannies enormous breasts black spilling out the top, the skirt black far shorter than anyone could pictures possibly get away with, yet somehow she did. "What about your blackprettytrannies wife black?"

"Why, George blackprettytrannies, I'm surprised at black you. Just blackprettytrannies because I accepted your gifts and sucked you off a couple black of times doesn't mean I'll hop into black bed with black you." She nibbled on his ear saucily. "Even though I find you very handsome black, and I'm sure your big black cock blackprettytrannies would feel sooo good black deep inside me black." In her platform-heeled sandals she blackprettytrannies was as tall as him.

Monica flipped open a couple of buttons. "I've got a couple of great references," she black husked, still black stroking expertly black. "Maybe you should look them over." She used blackprettytrannies her free black hand to guide his head to her chest.

"Oh sweet heaven how could I blackprettytrannies have forgotten that," Monica gasped, her face flushed with heat. She black collapsed into her blackprettytrannies chair, breathing hard . She ran one hand over her stupendous chest, feeling the hard black, sensitive nipples. Acid. There was acid everywhere now, flooding her mind, eating away at her resolve, dissolving her black conscience into smoke.

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

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

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

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