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Manon was dusting the buffet in the sitting room. Her feet were aching in her high heels and then she decided to take them off. She could clean the house in her pantyhose just fine. She had been a maid for the Sullivan’s now for three months and frankly it was demeaning



Please leave comments -------------- Cindy had dressed very carefully and thoughtfully this morning. She was flying to Vegas to meet up with her husband Bill who had been there on business all week
Kean was looking out the windows from his place of work. He could not see fifteen feet from the building because of the snow. He was the last person at work and it was his responsibility to close the building and call security so the automatic alarms could be initiated



For covers of my stories, see -- CHAPTER FOUR: TRAP SET AND SPRUNG “What’s going on in there?” I stopped at Marjorie’s office to say good morning when I saw Jake and Mark together with Mr. Franklin in his office



It was the night of a special ceremony for the President and everyone in the White House had worked non-stop throughout the day. Unlike normally, today I had worked with Mr. Spencer, another member of staff



Hello, My name is David, I am 43 and this story is completely true. I have wanted to post a story such as this for a while and I finally have a chance. This is just one of many stories I can post about my affair with a young coworker if you all like them


"Stella!", I thumbed the intercom one more time. Where was she? Usually my personal assistant appeared at my first bidding her heels clicking across the floor of the adjacent room as she hurried to my beckoning
The Bank Branch – Part 1 She walked into my office on that Friday night at 6:40. "What are you doing here so late" she asked in a slow calming voice. "I have to upgrade every computer after we close and they haven't balanced yet, its starting to piss me off" I said angrily
I woke up groggy. I was in my bed and not too hung over. The light around the side of my curtains told me that it was light out. A beautiful young woman with light brown hair lay beside me; Liss, her head was against my chest



Papers papers papers ugh! I'm at the office again waiting for my fax to go through so I can make my way to the company lunch room. Sitting one leg across the other my stiletto heel hovered just above a stack of papers piled on the floor



Mark says A few Decembers back, facing the prospect of spending Christmas alone for the first time in ages, I found myself at an unaccustomed low ebb. Having split with longterm girlfriend Donna in the summer, I needed to find alternative accommodation fast



This text contains actions between a 50 year old male and a 16 year old female. This is not considered pedophile, because she is the age of consent. I will not tolerate unintelligent comments. I will speak my mind as well. Thanks
This is my first story so please go easy on me. Let me set the scene for you; basically I was 17 and had recently lost my virginity to a girlfriend at the time, and broke up merely days before this happening, so here we go
Clown! Ok, this is pretty sick lemon, I admit. But…. I was comissioned to do this and it's my policy to never turn down a comission. Not even the ones I would hate
WTF? Over. Copyright © 2016 Jax_Teller By Jax_Teller It had been a long couple of weeks working 18 hours a day with out so much as a day off