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He hired me three weeks ago. A job for which I am grateful but completely unqualified



Awakenings 5 I didn’t think I would be writing about this anymore, but so much has happened to me since the last chapter, and a lot of people have asked what’s going on, so here goes nothing



This is primarily an erotic bdsm detective story / murder mystery though it probably belongs best in reluctant or non-consent. It might be a bit heavy or extreme for some tastes, so be warned before you start. If The Redhead in the Killer Kollar was at your limits, this is beyond them



The preparations for the coronation went off without a hitch. The new King came down the canal with Lady Aurelia, his bride to be. The princes also came on a royal barge with a large group of other nobles



Chapter 27 TWO WEEKS LATER, AGAIN Claire couldn’t believe how different her life had become since she started working at Titcage. Everything she did was different now, and yet she was used to it
I arrived at Allerton Hall unannounced, dressed in the classic style of a landed Gentleman while riding in a tolerably smart carriage pulled by a matched pair of Greys, driven by one Mr Barrington from Devonshire who had become my friend masquerading as a coachman



I know I’m not the only one in saying that before I got to bed most nights, I jerk off. I don’t mean to boast but I am pretty big down there, almost 8 inches, and the only thing worse than going to bed with a fat hard on is waking up with one



Intro: This is my first story, be gentle. This is based on real life characters but is obviously a fantasy of mine and not true. Its a story about rape. If you dont like that kind of thing then dont read it. My name is Sally. I'm 34 year old mother and faithful wife



((Warning: Heavy scat content!)) Danyel had busied herself with making Adams lunch, not paying any attention to her friend in the cage. All she could think of was feeding Adam before he decided to punish her



Chapter 27 LAURA THE WHORE The Mayim Clinic's next step for Laura was one of the worst. And they made her beg for it. When Laura turned up, high on her aphrodisiacs, pussy dripping, she wasn't strapped to a machine or shown any films
My wife Sheryl and I went on vacation to Finland for our ten year anniversary. Sheryl was a beautiful redhead, pale white skin, freckles all over, bright blue eyes, a nice ass, and firm C cup breasts
As Cait entered the bridge after hastily wiping herself down and pulling her shorts and singlet back on, Rhys was hunched over the comms console arguing with someone. “You said I had six hours!” “I lied, Nichols
***Rewritten into seperate parts and respaced*** Melissa’s Tribulation part I Call me Melissa. I'm 23 with medium length red hair and a 34D-24-32 body. I'm 5'5" and 118 lbs. I work as a cocktail waitress at night and usually walk home late at night and alone
Louise was tall with long dark red hair. She had been educated at a very expensive private school before Oxford. She had studied anthropology and considered herself an expert on many matters. She admired her naked body in the mirror. 35 24 34 her breasts filled a c cup


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