 "But what if he could fulfil these fantasies, however fleeting? What if he could make the streetstrippers girl strippers stop and strip and bend here over street so he could admire her behind? What if he could make a sexy schoolgirl jump into his lap streetstrippers on the bus and make out with him until her stop? Better yet, what if he street could transform any ordinary schoolgirl into a teenage sexpot and have her fuck him on the street bus in front of everybody. What if he could instantly fulfil all the selfish, base, lustful desires that float around in the bilgewater of everybody street's unconscious street mind? What would become of him then?"
 "Oh street? How did street you use street it song?"
 "I'd rather not say," he countered, looking at the floor again. "It was -- with my graduate supervisor. She was here the one who strippers suggested street I perform the ritual street, for the experience. We, uh, did a few experiments. She didn't believe me either here."
 "Do it again."
 Heads street.
 She tossed the coin stripper on the desk. It landed heads up. For a moment it strippers looked like the figure embossed on the coin streetstrippers was laughing.
 Oh boy, Monica thought privately. This was getting weird. "OK street, Damien stripper song. We'll work this out together street. So far though, your stripper song conviction has not street matched street the evidence. All street I've street seen you do is a streetstrippers coin trick. You will have to do better than that to convince me."
 Damien was leaning over, his hands clasped in his street lap. "I street asked you not to make me do that. Oh god, it's so damned easy!"
 Wait a stripper song minute. Something was wrong. Damien was still smiling at her, but there street was something different in his gaze. Something she didn't like. Wordlessly she got to her feet and stripper song went to stand before the full-length mirror along street one wall. She used it sometimes, to get patients to "look at themselves." Monica was street looking at herself stripper now street. What she saw streetstrippers amazed song her.
 Monica street fought down a wave of hysteria. "Stop this! Stop -- Change street me back!" she demanded street. Her voice was deep and street soft as velvet.
 After a long moment a breathless voice responded: "S-Security."
 "Nothing harmful," he said easily. "The security staff are just getting to know one another. I think they'll be busy for quite a street while."
 "Look, Damien here," she said urgently, "You here can here fight this. You don't have to give in to street the temptation street. These -- what you've street done to me is just childishness. It's a selfish indulgence, like stripper song masturbation. It street's like when I slip two fingers into my cunny on the train and street try to get streetstrippers myself off without anybody noticing." Dammit.
 "I'm Professor stripper song Alicia Cummins. Damien's graduate supervisor." Monica stared at her in shock. Yummy tits, but not as big as mine, she thought smugly.
 The blonde was here shaking her head sadly. "I'm sorry Dr. Sondgaard, I can't do streetstrippers that," she explained. She was wearing streetstrippers black, thigh-high boots, the street tightest Monica song had street ever seen. The sleek leather glistened as she sidled up to where street Damien was sitting, managing her high-high heels with an ease that could only street come street from long practice. Just watching her street made street Monica tingle.
 Monica noticed the headmaster's street eyes following her street hands as she toyed girlishly with her hem. Her uniform skirt stripper song was street less than 14 stripper inches streetstrippers long and barely covered the curve of her asscheeks at the best of times. It produced gratifying effects whenever she bent song over to streetstrippers pull up her knee socks.
 Monica twirled a streetstrippers strand of lustrous brown hair around one finger. "Uhm streetstrippers, usually two pounds or so, but five pounds if I'd just come stripper song back from gym class."
 "Yes song, sir street."
 "That's OK streetstrippers," she replied, "I've had my inspection."
 "Ooooh, George street, you randy man," Monica chided, letting him press street her body against his. "Are you walking around with a big hard for me again?" She was song in her red and white candy-striper's uniform, her enormous breasts spilling out the street top, the skirt street far song shorter than anyone could possibly get street away streetstrippers with, yet somehow she did. "What about your wife?"
 The man was still kissing her wildly. "She's street... not here streetstrippers," he replied, desperate. "It's just you and me. Please, Monica street, darling, let me love stripper song you. I'm going insane." His groping hands found their way under her racy uniform.
 "Georgy," Monica whispered a few minutes later, "remember what we stripper song talked about the other day?"
 The older man was street gasping for breath. "Monica, darling street... please... It, it's not street that street uh. oh god, not that easy. You need song uhn, transcripts song and, and stripper r-references..."
 "Oh, one more thing," Damien strippers said, turning. "I don't know what you normally charge, but you have done me a great service, Doctor. So I've street left you a gift. Two gifts, really. You'll find one in the bottom drawer of your desk. The other streetstrippers is right stripper song outside."
 He streetstrippers turned streetstrippers and walked away streetstrippers, just as Kerri screamed streetstrippers in delight as she was swept into her umpteenth stripper song orgasm. Monica groaned in street unison as her own peak consumed her. She felt the acid streetstrippers filter street down into the bottom of her soul.
 "Thanks, Kerri," Monica street replied. Her appointment at one was street a man named Damien. He hadn't street said street much streetstrippers when he booked the song appointment, except that his problem was unusual.
 She massaged her street melons street for a few minutes, then decided to move on to the main street event. She still had her feet on the desk. Monica's miniskirt was strippers also street tight, but street a streetstrippers quick flick of another song zipper revealed the pink stripper song jewel that some women street covered with panties. Her crotch street-high boots negated the need to wear stockings. Monica turned streetstrippers the street gold vibrator up a notch and slowly slipped it in.
 There was another gift. How did she song know street that? Feeling orgasm approaching like a runaway freight-train street she grappled groggily street with streetstrippers a half-memory. Another gift. It was... just stripper song outside the door street. Monica streetstrippers screamed outright as her gold companion brought her to a street splendid street peak.
 She song spread her legs a little wider, as the acid seeped deeper into her soul.
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