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DIARY OF A BIDET SLAVE I don’t know how I ended up it this situation! Making a long story short I am the owner of a cleaning company with a very profitable contact to clean a large corporate office building

“Asshole”, I yelled out the window, while simultaneously honking my horn at the car that whizzed by me. People can be so rude during the afternoon ride home, I thought. I went back to surfing my preset Sirius XM channels

Authors note: I tried something a little different this chapter and while overall these stories seem to be well received, I’d welcome any feedback for Tegan’s adventures going forward. Anything you like, don’t like, etc., especially if anyone feels like there’s too much talking

part 1 -buying of the slave Walking into the basement of the hotel you look around to see many men sitting at tables waiting for the auction to being

*** Rewritten into parts and respaced *** Melissa’s Tribulation part II It was early in the morning when Melissa threw back the covers and swung her feet to the floor

be popular with the girls when I grew up, her friends used to smile and tell me that I was a lucky boy I was, but I never had a clue what they were talking about, then when I hit purity my cock really started to expand both in girth and length, this caused me huge embarrassment especially during P

Kehalis had lain awake for hours after he had set the guard listening for some sound from the side room into which the Arab had taken the blonde American pilot. But he could hear nothing over the snores of the exhausted men sleeping around him

First, I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Serena and I'm a witch. I know what you're thinking and the answer is no. I'm not the kind a witch that worships the elements or practices Wicca. I'm the real kind. I can cast real spells which really work

Abby couldn't believe what she was seeing. Dennis, the young quiet intern her Library branch had recently acquired, stood with a camcorder pointed towards her and her mystery man. In the short amount of time that she'd known him, he was always so soft spoken and mild mannered

Every night men, drunken loud men would come down the stairs banging on her door. “HOE, your day is coming.” “We gonna git You Soon.” Jolene buried her head in the pillow trying to block out the noise. Jolene just lay in the bed hoping someone would come and rescue her

Marie's Submissive Year Week 4 - Chicago --- WARNING and DISCLAIMER: This story outlines the travels of a middle-aged wife who decided to spent a year exploring her long-repressed submissive side

::Author Note.:: I had this sudden idea for a story, and I wrote it down. It really doesn't have a beginning or a "why" You as a reader have to just accept things as far as the story is concerned "Things are what they are

John Hex, better know as Unlucky Johny for his hazardous record as a lowlife criminal and worst robber ever_ for being caught 17 times trying to steal something _ was sitting grim faced in his local pub, holding the worst poker hand ever

I’ve been happily married for nine years to a voluptuous 32 year old Italian girl. We have two small children. Amanda has incredibly smooth olive skin and big soft tits that are fairly firm for their size

Lizzie let out a sigh of relief as she reached the top step of her front porch. Just one more step, and she was home free, another hectic week melting into a nice, relaxing weekend