Blackmail - Page 28
After our encounter with Jared, my Mom and I agreed that we would stop looking online for guys she could hook up with



Ryan was onto his 5th or 6th pint of the night, like many others around him the upcoming lockdown had given an excuse for one last blow out. He recognised many of the faces in the pub but new few by name, however, pretty much everyone knew Ryan



New job, new start; not for Fiona 2 : More from Fiona's journal: “I left for work on Monday morning feeling very nervous because I knew that on Monday mornings was the hour long business meeting



Her ass cheeks were visible, her skirt was that short! I couldn’t help but watch as she bent over to pick up the car keys that had just fallen from her handbag. A hint of her panties could just be seen, a deep red thong. Naughty girl! I’d been watching her for a while now
Ramu was an office boy in the Village Office. He was considered as somewhat of a big man. He knew every body. Any one with any work in the Village Office must seek his blessings first, before approaching the Village Officer himself
S.H.E.I.L.A. - synthetic, humanoid, enlightened, inquisitive, living, android --------------- Timur was still cursing when they pulled off the road
It guess it all started when Ashley and I had broken up. We had been together throughout the last two years of high school and had been inseparable and all lovey dovey, looking like idiots to everyone else most of the time



Surely Sarina didn't want to keep my dick locked up for more than when she was around. "What about my wife? She can't find out about this." I protested. "I know I told you this before, your bitch wife doesn't matter. I own you and I will do with you as I please



Megan’s Mom I waited till my parents finally left the house. My mom was adjusting my dad’s tie and applying mascara and searching her handbag. I pretended to focus on my homework, I bent over my books and read the assignment again while underlining some of the words in my notebook
Now again I am being blackmailed, by a doctor into having sex with him, however eaven though IT was blackmail I was enjoying ever minute of it. He has me on the couch in his office about to put the bigest dick into me I had ever saw



It was almost time for the end-of-day bell, but Samantha wasn't getting changed like all of the guys beyond the door of the pool locker room stall



copyright: Lesley Tara, 2011 The pretty young secretary sat astride an office chair, her hands tightly gripping its arm-rests, her legs spread wide apart, her short grey skirt rucked up around her waist and her lacy red panties dangling loosely from one of her ankles



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The Corner Shop. Part 1 My name is Susan Smith. and I go to a mixed secondary modern school near London



Chapter 18 Uncle Jeff is my dad’s younger brother. He is 38 or 39 this year. He has always been a really sweet guy, always getting us the nicest Christmas and birthday presents out of all the relatives, sometimes better than what mom and dad got us