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“Mom, why do I have to babysit her!? Its Saturday and I had plans with my friends!” I screamed. “No questions about it, young man. Its much easier to get you to do it and besides, Katy likes you better than getting an unknown babysitter here
9 The Meat Wagon The Girl Scout-20 Bitch Beat down The Girl Scout -21 Going Home – Help at Last The Girl Scout -22 Soccer Bitch The Girl Scout-23 RUN BITCH RUN (Girl Scout Lisa was kidnapped and subjected to terrible horrors both by street hoods and the police who were supposed to help her
Dale grabbed the tits of the vampiress tied to the bed under him, tickling her nipples while she was still raging about having been marked. "I will disembowel you, fucking pig!" She yelled, furious. "Yes yes, of course", answered him, fondling her tits
Ok Peoples :) Told you I'd get it out by the first week of July. Im early with it. Mostly because my brains deciding to work against me with my hectic life so yes, I just left it open with a "To be continues..



Chapter 7 THE PHOTO Claire blushed for almost an hour. She had masturbated with Kitten's knowledge. She had been told to do it by Kitten. Kitten had smelt the wetness of her cunt. But Kitten made her feel all right about it
It was ten in the morning when the man who had called about the sofa Alice was selling arrived at her door. Alice is a pretty BBW in her mid forties. Blonde 5' 3" tall weighing about 210 pounds, she is dressed in black slacks and a sensible blouse



Kitty Hello. This is my first ever entry, so please let me know how I did and if you want to criticize me, please do so in a manner that I will give up writing these stories



The phone continued to ring. The large piles of blankets shifted but only a little. The ringing phone seemed to get louder and louder. Finally the blankets would move and a hand would slide out from under them, searching the night stand for the ringing cell phone



“Relax, no I am not going to kill you!” she continued “I don’t need to kill you to tap into this power, nor would I want to, just calm down and let me explain, I am sorry for frightening you
Part 5 contined from part 4… Her head hung in shame, her tit throbbed and ached and was now almost black, then to her horror the guy said. Well if you didn't keep it down, the balls go back in. He put all of the balls in the bag and then began to swing it like a pendulum
Susan has been raising her daughter, Olive, the way she lived her life. Sleep with me to get what you want. Never feel ashamed for using that to get ahead in life. Susan has never been married. She got pregnant with her daughter at the age of 16 by her neighbor
The Templar Belles by Bleeding Rainbow Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and parody, to be read only by individuals aged 18 or above. The events depicted herewith are fantasy and do not reflect real world events or persons in any way.



Tarnheim Academy, Part 2 Standing naked in Miss Krieger’s office, my mind whirled with emotions hitherto unknown to me. I felt at once both fearful and aroused
e: Sat, 09 Dec 2000 14:48:58 From: John Smith <> Subject: Fight Night (mm,Mm,interracial,humiliation) WARNING: The following story contains graphic descrip- tions of a sexual nature. It is intended for mature persons only



Diary of the Kosmetics Killer (Entry # 3) It has been 2 months since the last killing. The first two victims had provided great joy to me before and especially after their deaths