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Chapter Seven “Since you won’t listen the reason and just sit quietly in a cell for a month or two, we have to go with Plan B,” Professor Nelson stated, for once lacking his character cigarette



CORSET WORK I heard Michael and Thomas talking about my body, how well the surgery, hormones, and injections had turned out. They were very excited about pimping me out to the big-butt crowd now. I cried but knew that they were right
I shuffled the papers on the Clockmaster’s desk. I neatened the pile gently and then proceeded to start sweeping the floors. THe clockmaster had gone to the factory to meet a client that could help him set up another trade route, this one into the next country



I went to film the next sequence of a special competition like every other day. Today the competitor we were filming was a Taiwanese girl. The part time nightclub performer/bartender was there for the money and looked gorgeous on the pictures
Silky had been engaged when she first met Michael. He was the program director of the college radio station where she went to school and worked everyday from two to six every afternoon. In essence, he was her boss


Chapter 2. Exploration Blinking a few times to adjust my vision, I looked around at the familiar room, and the beautiful body restrained in front of me. “I hope you can see how to get a drink now, I’m still thirsty, even after I drank you down!” she said with a smile
A young husband decides to seek revenge on a bitch of a wife who is about to divorce him. With the help of an old con artist-card sharp, he creates the perfect setup to con her into a divorce on his terms
The trouble with Linda; It is amazing, what the human body is capable of. Given the right set of circumstances, it will adapt to many things. Take Linda for instance
This is just part one of a series I am planning to do. If you like it, feel free to like and comment! ------------------- The Domestic Slave. I wake up to a strange, yet familiar sensation
Mike and Jamie had been friends in their late teens and twenties. Occasionally they got together sexually which seemed to be fulfilling to both of them, but there was never an official relationship
Life Changes, Chapter 11. The Pregnant Ladies and Football. Things were starting to get interesting later in the fall. It was getting toward Halloween, the leaves were falling, and my beautiful Cindy was starting to show her pregnancy



My dad left my mom when i was around 2 or 3 so i dont remember much of him. My mom has always spoiled me and it was great. But recently she's been babying me. It was a Friday afternoon C'mon mom i don't need a babysitter for christ sake, im 15
Claudia Chapter1. Claudia wakes in the morning the sunlight creeping in through the small gap of the red velvet curtains. She looks at the small sunbeam and follows it with her dark green cat eyes as it hits the mirror and reflexes back on its self



This is a true story of what happened to me and not some kind of fantasy. I write this with permission of the Mistress. Maybe my English is not always as perfect as I want it to be, but that is due to the fact that I am from the Netherlands
Ugh. THIS WAS THE LAMEST job I had gotten in a while. I was at my home, when a service call was made. The phone machine message was pathetic. "This is Tomiko Hokkaido's House Sitting Service, please leave a message, and I'll call you back for arrangements