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I took the bet and lost. The win, your win stipulated that I wait for you just outside your office. Surprise you, take you, and have my way with you. According to you, I'd better make it "good". I intend to do that, but it might get *rough* * * * * * * * * * * https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/3909108 https://soundcloud.com/user-119179017 https://soundcloud.com/alexmind/red-hot-dances-with-desi-30-03 https://forum.smartcanucks.ca/436974-covid-19-a-canada/ https://forum.smartcanucks.ca/members/devapulo/ http://shoesession.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=13&t=25017&p=1029605 https://www.arcgames.com/en/forums/forsakenworld/#/discussion/comment/12733479 https://forums.stardock.com/499168/esc-key https://en.community.sonos.com/troubleshooting-228999/bubble-noise-6840801?postid=16429018 https://community.talktalk.co.uk/t5/Broadband/wifi-setup/m-p/2490449#M757939

"Ivey? Are you there?" Tyler said through a dead-bolted door. "I promise, I didn't tell anyone." So how does everyone know? She thought, the back of her head resting against the same door. We were alone when you did it, so how is it that everyone knows you shoved your dick up my ass? "I'm sorry, okay? I figured it would feel awesome, you know. Please, can you open up and talk to me face to face?" No, if I saw you now I would forgive you. She didn't think her anger would survive those puppy-dog eyes, never mind his broad shoulders or his rippling chest. This close to his voice, it thundered against her. How did she land a guy like him anyway? They'd had some classes together, sure, but someone like him had so much more variety to choose from to settle for the creepy loner chick. It had taken weeks of flirting, asking for dates before she realized it wasn't a trick. The handsome guy on the football scholarship actually had a thing for h

She did not know where the Saint Agnes Academy was located, since she had been taken there and away at night. She thought it was in the country since it was surrounded by fields and forest. The driver pulled Anne out of the van by her feet and stood her up. She started to ask a question and he slapped her. His son squeezed her mouth and told her to be quiet. As she followed the driver to a low stone building, the son pinched her behind and she squealed. The driver looked back at her angrily. She kept her mouth firmly shut after that and only snorted when the boy pinched her again. At the building a young dark-haired attendant (rather attractive, Anne thought) attached a leash to her collar and led her to an exam room. After weighing her he inspected her for disease. A uniformed nurse brought in a tray of instruments and a notepad; he called out the results to her as he penetrated each of the cavities of Anne's body over the next several minutes. Anne found the exercise rather ple

Writing while engulfed in a blizzard, intermittent electricity and no water in the south is daunting. I managed to survive. As did my characters. I hope to continue the story. ============= Derek sat at the kitchen table. He was counting out hundred dollar bills, placing rubber bands at intervals. "What are you doing with all that money, Boss?" Sarah asked. She had just rolled in with Kat. Kat's mother, Lisa was sitting in a back bedroom, nervous about making an appearance in front of women who she feared might not like her even being around. Derek had allowed her to sit in quiet, so she took full advantage. "I'm going to the slave sale in the morning." Derek answered. "Darren wants to buy some male slaves for his new business. I am thinking about investing in a few slaves with him." "Okay, as long as you aren't gonna bring any home." Sarah said, giving him a hug from behind and a kiss on the cheek. "Until we get the addition b

CHP 2 -- IN WHICH MICKY BUYS SOME MORE DIRTY KNICKERS FROM ROSY, AND SOME TIGHTS, AND A FEW PICTURES. Life continued ever on at the hateful biscuit factory; biscuits being baked and me pretending to watch over them as they slept - frankly I no longer gave fuck one about those artificially twice cooked coasters; they tasted like shit anyway; nobody who worked at the factory ever ate them; they weren't even served at the weekly sales meetings; in fact it was a mystery to all why weekly sales meetings were even a thing. In truth the only thing that kept me from throwing myself in the oat hopper that strange diseased autumn was the smell of Rosy's cunt, and indeed the scented memory of the smell of Rosy's cunt -- aided by the retention of her titchy little knicker's as a sort of ever fashionable ornament to my otherwise uniform washing line; weirdly, it felt somehow disrespectful to just throw them out in the trash. Ah Rosy! The only place in the whole universe I wanted t

David and Kenny were desperate. Their luck with girls was atrocious. They were tired of being members of the eternal virgin club. They wanted to get their cherries popped and ascend as men. So that people will stop assuming that they're gay. Because, they don't have girlfriends at their age. And if you don't have a girlfriend by age 18, something must be wrong with you. They heard a rumor, that the school slut Kensie will have sex with anyone. So having no other options, they approached Kensie. They were so down bad that they offered to pay her. They had saved up fifty dollars each from their jobs. They would do anything to avoid becoming wizards. It was pathetic they knew. Kensie must have felt pity for them. Or most likely, she was persuaded by the cash. She didn't seem to be offended at being treated like a prostitute. She gave them her number and address. So here they were on a saturday. They arrived at 4:00 p.m., to a two story orange painted house. With a backya