Humiliation - Page 34
As Mistress Jamie slapped Mark’s face repeatedly with the dildo, not hard by the way, just persistently, she asked, “What is this Mark?” Mark was very uncomfortable - physically and psychologically. For the moment, he desperately wanted out of this situation



2 year old married woman with blondish gray hair a retired high school teacher she had lead a pretty normal life until she met Marty a 19 year old maledom hypnotist in her local supermarket she had barely noticed him as she was sorting through the fresh vegetable aisle but he sure noticed her
Witch's Curse: Bitch Becomes a Slut Mom always said I had to learn things the hard way and she was usually right. In retrospect I had it all: I was the captain of the cheerleaders, I was dating the high school quarterback and I was at the top of my class academically
i have this super hot maid that works for me and cleans my apartment. very young, 34 DD boobs, perfect ass, and a great face. she catches me masturbating all of the time. shes caught me now about 20 or 30 times and has never said anything to me about it
Four years have passed since I last saw Alex My name is Matthews, my friends call me Matt, today, I am 20 today. My boyfriend's name, or ex-boyfriend's name is Alex Cruz. We've been apart since we were caught having sex, thanks to that, he had to move out



“You wanted to see me, Mr. Shaver?” Pete asked, somehow managing to pull his gaze from my nakedness while the young Travis groped me
It was Saturday, I woke early, for a Saturday around ten, I felt contented like you do after good sex and I took a moment to remember what had happened the day before



This was the time of my life. I had the girl of my dreams as my girlfriend, and she loved sex as much as I did. Her perfect body, personality, face, everything! She was the full package. But damn, there was Ariel, the head cheerleader
Brian and Beth Morris lived in a smallish rural town. They were both 40 and had been married for 20 years. They had two sons and a dog Goldie. One son was boarding at University in the city and the other one worked interstate
SELLING SARAH WITH MY FRIENDS HELP part 1
The 2nd one went in easier than the 1st and wasn't at all painful. In fact, it felt good and the piston-like thrusting was actually titillating



“What was I doing, again?” I’d just come out of our home office. I’d gone in there to do . . . something? But what? Mike, my husband, was on our couch, reading. “Huh?” “Why did I go into our office? I can’t remember.” He sat up. “Oh. Right



The Magic Show By Francis Drake Posted by JackFD, with Francis Drake’s permission. For more my Francis Drake and others go to www.nomadauthors.com, have fun



Forced to Be a Stripper-A Mind Control Story By Powerone Copyright 2004 M+/f, mc, oral, anal, nc, reluc The John Mellencamp song was blaring loudly as Vanessa danced around under the lights



This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, or have any affiliation with the author. Chapter 6 On a chilly, clear early spring morning, Hermione and Harry were once again packing up their tent in preparation to leave their camp