 Dr. Sondgaard latina mexican slut looked at her latina watch. "All right. I latinaslut have a free hour before Mr. Albright gets here. I can review those files some other slut day."
 For a moment she latinaslut regarded latina her receptionist quizzically. Kerri's mexican sweater skimmed well above her navel and snugged fetchingly around her latina darling young breasts latina. Although not unusual by the style of the day, it was positively slut daring by slut Kerri's conservative standards access. Was latina that the same sweater she had been wearing earlier?
 Dr. Sondgaard frowned, scolding herself for her momentary envy of Kerri's well-shaped breasts. Funny she had never noticed them before though.
 The man did latina as she instructed, breathing in deeply three times, then letting it out slowly. He seemed a latinaslut little calmer when he was latina mexican slut done latina.
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 Damien ran a hand through latina uncombed hair. "I knew it the instant it happened. I don't know how to explain it. Lying there on that moonlit rock, covered latina with mud and blood, I felt, sensed slut, a change mexican in slut the natural order of things, a shift in the force or cosmic energy, call it what you will. Something flowed into latina me, into my mind, into my soul. Something ancient, timeless, and very powerful latina."
 Monica could already see the latinaslut outline of the man's problem latina. Some mexican sort of quasi-religious experience had caused a delusional break, clouding the lines between fantasy and reality. Could be latina evidence of a serious psychosis. Could be just mexican working too hard. She decided to latina probe latinaslut a little mexican deeper.
 He drew a breath. "Doctor, are you familiar with the folk wisdom that latina a man has a latina mexican slut sexual thought about every fifteen minutes?"
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 Monica got to her latinaslut feet latinaslut. She felt the pleasant swish slut of her little mini sliding over her panties latina, silk against silk, as she made her way over to the windows along one side of the office. She could hear the beat of latinaslut the rain pelting against the glass.
 She pulled back the curtains. The day was sunny, bright with sunshine. A few high clouds drifted along on a summer breeze latina. Astonished, she looked down at the city street. The latina pavement access was dry. There were no puddles. A man was idly watering a latinaslut potted tree on the sidewalk.
 Damien latina looked at her, his expression blank. It occurred to Monica that in this position he could effortlessly look up her latina mexican slut skirt to the tops of her stockings and even her high-cut lace panties latina, but latina mexican slut she decided not to slut do anything about it. Maybe a little tease would help latina bring him out of his withdrawal. She took a deep breath, feeling her round mexican breasts pressing latina against her sheer silk blouse.
 "What do you mean latina?" He sounded slut interested.
 "So, as long as I latina mexican slut'm trying to make the correct decisions latina mexican slut, as long as I'm doing my best, I shouldn latina mexican slut't feel bad if temptation gets slut to latina me latina or I make a mistake now and again."
 Monica felt one of those rare moments of latina satisfaction latinaslut that came from knowing she had used her skills to genuinely latina help somebody. It latinaslut was a good feeling, like the contented buzz she got from sucking cock.
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 There was slut a large, plush latina sofa on the far side mexican of the outer office that Monica had never seen before. Yet she knew it latina had always been there. Kerri had arranged the low couch to be right latinaslut in latina front of latina the latina glass-topped table access that latina mexican slut served as her desk, so latina that male patients could see up her dress while they waited. That explained slut why so many patients walked in with latina a hard-on. Monica shook her head. How did she know this?
 "That's Mr. Albright, your two-o'clock," Damien supplied. "I helped him a little slut with his shyness and agoraphobia. Of course, a nine-inch latina cock and sheer animal magnetism that few women can resist will help latina a latinaslut lot too latina."
 "Oh latinaslut dear Lord latinaslut," the headmaster said. He latina was a strong-looking man with brown hair greying at the temples. "You have slut actually been selling your panties. Here in the school latinaslut. Why, what kind of... Where do you change latina your... your latinaslut panties so you latina can give the old ones away?"
 It slut took a moment for this information to sink in. "You mean you... take them off... and latina walk latina around the rest of the day without slut any... Good Lord. In my school. And you always wearing your uniform... like that...." He swallowed.
 Monica latinaslut noticed the headmaster latina's eyes following her hands as she toyed girlishly with her hem. Her uniform mexican skirt was latina less than latinaslut 14 inches long and barely covered the slut curve of her asscheeks at latina the best of times. It produced gratifying mexican effects whenever she bent over access to pull up her knee socks.
 "Yes, sir latina," Monica said. She shifted position a little and latina the headmaster's attention came back to slut her flaring thighs.
 "Precisely. It is the only way to ensure that you do not continue latinaslut with this preposterous lewdness. We will begin today. Bend over and latina grab your ankles."
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 "Ooooh, George, you latina randy man," Monica chided, letting him press her body against his. "Are you mexican walking latina around with a big hard for me again?" She was in her red and white candy-striper's uniform, her enormous breasts spilling out the top, the skirt far shorter than anyone could possibly get away with, yet somehow she mexican did latina mexican slut. "What latina about your wife latinaslut?"
 George groaned in helpless lust latina mexican slut. He began to paw and latina grope hungrily, while Monica encouraged him with more slut kisses. There was a patient on the other side of the curtain but latina he was heavily access sedated and Monica latina didn't care.
 "What? Please latina mexican slut, honey, I told slut you there access's nothing access I can do. It's the best psychiatric school in the country. We get latina thousands of applicants. There's a waiting list..."
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 "I latinaslut admit some of latina my behaviour might be construed as immoral," Damien observed thoughtfully, "but your life-long manipulations of others latina mexican slut in pursuit of latina wealth and access pleasure are immoral to a similar degree latina mexican slut. By latina comparison, my faults are minor latina. You see mexican that now, don't you Doctor?"
 Monica knew latinaslut what the article said because she slut had latina pretty much written it herself. The young latina journalist that came to interview her had been unprepared either for Monica latina mexican slut's looks or her sexual manipulations. With a little help from some latina mexican slut pills she slipped slut into her drink latinaslut, Monica soon had the girl so dazed and entranced she hardly knew her latina own name. Lolling like an idiot, she opened her laptop and typed latina up the article right there, as Monica whispered the sentences into her mexican ear.
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 Monica felt a twinge of guilt about what she mexican had planned for mexican poor Kerri. It passed quickly. After all, everybody was basically selfish, trying to get ahead of the system a little, gain some personal advantage. She latina was just a little better at beating the system than most people.
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