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“Rose, wake up, dear, wake up…” “Hmm yes?” I said pissed I was being woken up. “Lou and I are leaving so it’ll just be you and Robert today alright dear?” “Yes, Auntie Reese, have a good day.” “Breakfast is downstairs. Bye



Author’s Note: All my standard disclaimers apply. This is a work of fiction – I made it up. My characters aren’t based on anyone, and I’m not going to try and bullshit you and claim this actually happened to me. And, as always, I can’t help but sink into parody or commentary



It was late that night and Heather went outside to get some fresh air. The moon was full and beautiful, making it harder to allow Heather to even think of the mindless things bugging her all day



33. TRUCK PULLING COMPETITION It has been a few months of heavy torment for pregnant Pinkie and her udders. She kept spending most of the time on that truck, fucked in the ass and being fed strictly with nutritious sperm and water



Chapter 1 Megan struggled to make it to the end of the hallway while balancing the full breakfast tray
Ruth sat in the back seat of the car behind the young driver, she new she had more than an hours journey before her. She had almost run to the car so high was her sexual excitement plus the fact how would she explain to the neighbours the long raincoat on a hot August day



Part 1 “Thats our boy there.” Jake said to his wife Alice. They were watching what the same person they had been watching for weeks. The man was nineteen years old and if you didn't know what you were looking at you would have thought he was an extremely attractive man indeed



I'm a single father of a teenage daughter, Gabrielle, whom I've been the sole caretaker for since her mother died far too young. I'll admit I work very odd hours and haven't been there as much as I'd like for Gabby as she entered adolescence



My Father's Boss. This is my first attempt at writing since I lost my dear friend and editor. After being encouraged by multiple people to finally take the plunge I eventually wrote this story after may attempts at other, which are still to be completed
4.Jackie With Linda secured for the night and Tina still standing around trying to recover from the prod, only Gina and Jackie remained
Betty stood in the kitchen doing dishes enjoying the view over the freshly manicured backyard. She loved the way the company she hired did their work, smoothly mowed lawn, weeded flower beds, pruned flower stems and moistened flower petals, just perfect



* WARNING: this might offend somepeople, but please be open minded Waking up after such a dominate evening i call Ana and make sure everything is all right. I have so much to do still and it's going to take alot of time



In a society that otherwise resembles our own, mass slavery has persisted into the 21st Century. It is a common and accepted feature of public and private life. Males and females of all ethnic backgrounds are held thrall, without status or legal rights



was a friends driveway! Please read the "Virgin posted with my other stories on this site as it is also true and how we met! Here is some history about us if you have not read some of my wife's fantasy's and some of the things I have actually done to and with this incredible woman I am married to



Chapter One: Monday morning. The alarm is blaring at me once again; I knock several empty beer cans over trying to silence the incessant bleeping. I know I need to get up; I have a lecture to present to another new group of bored young adults