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He was simply known as King. It was his last name, but I'd never known him by any other. King interested me in the same way that a caged lion interests a child; power and beauty collided within him to make something seemingly otherworldly

Love Games: Fetish Baby It was just the two of them in the room. The two of them alone and secluded in a chamber where one’s desires were to be fulfilled yet also the very same place where all the dignity of the misfortuned victim will be swiped away

Ashdown Manor, the ancestral home of the Blackstone's stands in its own extensive grounds a mile from the old Oxford road. To the front of the Manor there is a large ornamental lake and to the rear many smaller buildings

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CHAPTER ONE His scent….I can still smell it in the coffee. I thought this was over. Done and finished with to be no more again. But these were his final words to me before I went far away from where he could follow me to

She stood there, all of 5” tall, looking death in the face. In front of here is what can only be described as the hideous monsters we worried about slithering under our beds as children. Lurking in our closets

James awoke to the sound of a dead bolt turning and a dull ache in his ass. He rolled slowly onto his side and his nostrils were assaulted by the usual smells: rubber, latex and cum

Annette was dressed in 7 inch thigh high hooker boots & nothing else as she danced to a heavy metal song her master/ son Chris had selected. Chris was getting blown by his married black principal Nyomi on their living room sofa

A lot to learn It was a dreary dark day in October and the rain was beating hard against the windows. In the offices of PC Enterprises sat the head of the business Peter Clayton. His office was extremely plush for greeting visitors with everything a Managing Director could wish for

$450 million dollars might just be suffered forfeiture of in one single dead of the night. Aged, frail, but a greatly rich man—Ian Bitch grew to be a prevailing multi-millionaire all in credit to Preston Dick

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I awoke to a throbbing headache. Every heartbeat was an explosion of pain. It took all the strength I had just to sit up. My head spun for a second before I allowed my eyes to flutter open. Tears blurred my vision, making the world appear as a distorted mess

There she lay on her bed texting some random dude just because she was bored. Her long black hair was tied up into a bun and she was all comfortable in her knee length red silk night dress

This chapter was shorter than I wanted, but I want to keep the ‘real fun’ too tease you and keep you coming back for more. Constant Vigilance With his word she stepped in

JESSA'S BIBLE STUDY GROUP ==== Jessa, being a well-brought-up girl, believed two things: that women were basically stupid, and that women were basically sluts. There was nothing she loved more than helping other women understand this