Humiliation - Page 41



Sara is a gorgeous 22 year old college girl struggling to make ends meet. She had just recently gotten hired at a sleazy local bar, and being desperate for money she agrees to take the job given how much they promised she would be making



READING ALLOWED, Part 6 By lamignonne and Zenmackie Marie awoke with a start. This was a shock in itself, as usually for her the transition from sleep to waking was a slow, drifting affair filled with vague half-dreams which vanished as soon as she opened her eyes
«AHH, AHHH, AHHHH» was everything Jim and Tim heard from their sisters room. After they moved their room to right under Kim’s room they heard that sound often. They wondered what it was and as the genius they were, they decided to find out



“Darby, I can’t say I’m proud of what yall did.” “I’m sorry, sir” “Darby?” “Yessir?” The girl gulped. “The lord forgives, and as do I” “Thank you, sir, this time I promise I-” “Hold on now, I don’t remember saying I was going to forgive yall. You failed Darby



Wu Mei, 42, wearily knocked on yet another door, Room#1427. She was working a part-time job to pay for her trip back to Shanghai to visit her husband
Looking at the beach house sitting on the bluff, its multi-colored stone façade and huge walls of glass sparkling in the moonlight, one could be forgiven for not guessing at the depraved events unfolding inside



Moving my whores into town For the next six months I used Rachel as a source of much needed entertainment and to be honest I grew very fond of Rachel as I believe she did me



Alex had been sent to his room again. Not because he had done anything that needed to be punished, but because his mom needed the rest of the house to herself for an hour or so, as she always did in the evenings of Friday through til Sunday



Wendy walked slowly down the narrowly lit hallway of her office building, her heels clacking on the freshly waxed floor. Her damn boss had made her work late again. Did the bastard think she didn’t have a life of her own? She knew he just enjoyed torturing her to no end



It all started when i was in the ninth grade. My parents just moved me to a new school out in the richer part of town. We came from the inner city where drugs and gangs ruled the area and i had fallen into the wrong crowd
“It would have been a lot nicer for you if you had just given me what I wanted a couple of weeks ago. I might have actually cared if you were enjoying my cock. Now, not so much,” he said with a leer



Years past. I was beginning to lose faith that my dreams would ever come true It was a cold summer day, not to the point of a jacket, but there was a chill in the air. Ever since We moved into our new house, I have always wanted a pool



At the beginning of the summer when I found out my husband was going to be deployed we decided to take a break and head out to Top Sail Island for a week at the beach. The weather was fairly cool and raining most of the week so we found things to do inside or braved the weather



The journey down on the train had been ok. My colleagues had chatted and gossiped most of the way whilst I read. We were attending a seminar on management (yawn), but that meant we were away from work for a couple of day and got to stay in a reasonably nice hotel



I’ll confess, I was a little afraid. I’d just become the Chief Executive Officer of Schwartz Ring and Bearing Company, the firm that my grandfather had founded thirty-five years previously