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Chapter 2 I had Sasha ride in the back naked with her legs spread wide on the roof and her crotch fully open and her hands squeezing her tits tight. I kept ordering her to lube her hands with her twat and squeeze her tits as tight as possible to force the blood into her nipples



I first met Gill when she was eighteen, she looked like a breath of fresh air, and we met in a biker heavy rock bar where everyone was wearing denim and leather
art 1 The Arrival Friday This is basically a story about two young women I have met on line, both of These women have very strong desires to become part time sex slaves and both have their reasons for doing so! They have decided to come to me for a visit and to stay for at least a week



So, after about an hour Dottie pulled my wife close to her and spooned her on the bed her big tits and hairy pussy rubbing up against my wife’s ass
I’m the luckiest woman in the world. I’m married to the most wonderful man - Jack makes me feel cherished. At our wedding Jack vowed to love, protect and control me, and I to love, worship and obey him. It’s such freedom not to have to worry, even to think



Taken (Chapter Four): Hannah, Carli, Lucia, Nicolette Six months went past. There were now seven girls in Karl’s basement. Dasha was eight months pregnant, her belly protruding in a firm round ball. Karl had stopped raping her for fear it would hurt the baby



Kaitlin's swollen eyes barely opened as she regained consciousness. The first feeling that hit her was the dull throbbing burn across her cheeks, followed by the cold tight grasp of steel cuffs around her wrists bracing her to the brick wall behind her



(Hello! This time I thought it would be fun to see where the Roberts Boys got it from. If you are not sure what I am referring to, please click my profile



The story is written by my friend and I, currently we are trying to do a better job of proofreading, but we are still looking for someone to help



This is the continuing fictional story of a middle aged lady led into the unknown by a man who has a strange hold over her making her do things that are totally out of character for her. Now both him and her continue to play out their individual sexual fantasies



New Jock Tales---Sophomore Year—CH 3—13” and a Ducati About 10:30 there was a knock at the door. “What the fuck” It was Mark Mattox, and he said he had a new deal for me, if I was interested. I said sure, but this deal had nothing to do with sex



Jennifer's breasts ached as she moved. That was alright, though. She liked that. Lifting her arms above her head with a sigh, she slowly moved her body into the next yoga pose



Naomi groaned as she tried to lift the case of Jack Daniels and make it up the steep stairs from the basement to the bar. She'd been working at the nightclub for about two weeks and nothing she seemed to do made her boss happy



I've been wanting you for so fucking long. Watching you from afar. Seeing you walk around the neighborhood with your dog. Studying your habits. When you get up..when you turn off the light. Stalking you day and night. Obsessed about that slutty body. Yes, slut



Chapter 5 I was up early in the morning to have my workout, meanwhile Tushar was still asleep with her legs stretched following the beating he experienced last night