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Chapter 6 When I woke up, Laura was not in the room. I quickly scuttled off my bed. My pussy ached and reminded me of the few special hours I had with Laura last night and I smiled. "Yeah. That



So You Want to be a Bimbo, Week 2 I would like to warn you, the introduction of the guide stated, that becoming a bimbo can be quite intoxicating. Once you begin, you may not be able to go back. You will need this deep inside of you



This is part 2 of the day Shante met "Billy the kid" Chapter 2: Billy goes balls-deep "Oh my fucking God. I can't believe I'm doing this" say's Shante to herself. Meanwhile, Billy has lit up a cigarette. So, I go to the kitchen to get him an ashtray



Spike slammed his locker shut, somehow more furious than exhausted. Fucking asshole! He thrust his arms through the straps of his worn backpack and marched out of the dingy locker room



PSYCHO Chapter 1 'The Highway Man' Marion stared at the lights and impatiently revved the car. With every spare moment she stated at the money in the passenger seat. $40,000. Every penny of it was hers now


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The pack prowled, around and around the spacious penthouse flat. You could sense the building excitement; it was time to feed
Part 2 “Stand up!” I commanded. Kristin did, with what seemed like a satisfied sigh. The inside of her thighs were glistening with pussy juice and her panties looked like they were just sprayed with water. “Go get some ice water, and bring it back here



Walking My Dog The straps around my arms were tightly bound around my wrists holding my arms behind my back. The blindfold felt like silk but I assumed it was some other material
I look up from my position on the floor. I tilt my head like a puppy to focus on the footsteps outside my door. I know those footsteps, the steady and confident stride, to belong to my Sir. I smile and turn to face the door



*IMPORTANT* This is a new account for superkev123, I can no longer access my old one, so I am re-posting all my old ones here, and will also be uploading new ones. Chapter 11 I stood up and looked over at Jessica's unconscious form



Saturday afternoon, a few days later. It was pouring rain. I made my way over to Carol's dorm and knocked, then let myself into her room. She had been sitting at her computer but jumped to her feet when she saw it was me



The phone rang. Jenny didn't bother to check her Caller I.D.—she knew who it was. She stood very still, waiting for her instructions. Her answering machine beeped as it began to record. Hello, Jenny—I'm on my way over. As soon as I finish speaking you're going to do three things



Laura bit down hard on her lower lip. Her fingers were slightly shaking as she pulled open the closet door and beheld the sight of her desire, Andy, sleeping soundly. Hesitations filled her head, but her feet weren’t listening



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