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I was excited beyond words, I had been told of this place by many but never dreamed I would actually go myself. And it was considered a gag gift from my best friend when she handed me the ticket for entry on my birthday.

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Imagine my dread when my Mother told me that I'd be spending three weeks in Little Rock, Arkansas with my Aunt so that she could go on her church trip to Mexico. Me, the sophisticated, suburban 20 year old college girl from Buffalo having to spend three weeks of my summer vacation in Arkansas! My Aunt Karen and Uncle Todd were cool enough, in their early 50's I remembered, but I just didn't relish the thought of leaving my cozy living quarters in the basement of our house. Yes, my basement where I could toy my ever-dripping pussy with my favorite dildos whenever I pleased.

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"God, Janis! I can't believe how beautiful your tits are!" I couldn't help it but my pregnant wife's tits were the best thing I'd seen in years, even better than the porn mags I kept under the sink. I moved closer behind her, watching her stroke her eyelashes with mascara while my hands slipped underneath her arms, sliding under her boobs, cupping and squeezing them. Janis huffed angrily and elbowed me in the stomach, whirling on me with an angry face.

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Jillian was thrilled, thrilled, THRILLED that she'd pulled her grades up and was now getting B+'s, A's and even an A+ on her most recent English essay. She'd worked hard, given up dating and partying – which for an eighteen-year old girl was torture – to achieve these great marks.

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Vikki came into my life through a business venture of mine. I had to make some contractual agreements with several not for profit organizations so they'd agree to lend me certain information that they had in their possession. Vikki put the contracts together so I wouldn't get myself into legal trouble. I was expecting to get a 60-ish balding lawyer when I contracted her firm for legal services and instead they sent her out. When we first met she was dressed quite smartly, as one would expect, and conservatively enough to satisfy even the most up tight executive.

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Hannelore Brassenberg was the favorite and youngest daughter of respected Nurnberg architect and inventor Jakob Brassenberg. Jakob's adoration for his daughter was most evident in the generous amount of time he allowed her to remain unmarried. Hannelore's five older sisters all were arranged into marriage by the time they were fifteen years of age. Hanne, as her doting father called her, at eighteen was still at home learning domestic duties from her mother and assisting Jakob in his hobbies of alchemy and medicine.

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He watched my chest heaving with each breath, breasts bobbing up and down in my tight black corset. I was dressed entirely in tight black leather, and the heady aroma of our juices, sweat and leather filled the air. I licked my lips as I stood before his bound and captive body, laughing devilishly to myself as I replayed tonight's events in my mind.

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Hi Shirley, I'm glad to hear you are doing OK. I really enjoyed your long letter, emphasis on 'really'. You got my female sex drive in high gear. Hearing about your very first time sex was lots of fun and very exciting. You are a good writer, and I loved all the of the spicy, intimate, descriptive, juicy details. Did I miss any?

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"What a week," she thought to herself as she drove down Interstate 30. Getting away was the best medicine she thought as she brushed her cheek with the back of her hand wiping away a tear. "Give us some space, that's what we need." She had called her friend and told her she would be driving up for an overdue visit. She was not expected until tomorrow but she had to go, get away from the phone and think. She figured that one night in a Hotel room alone would be all right. So she started out on the four hour drive.

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He wondered if this would be the day as he lay there and let her strap him down to the table. She sat down next to him when she was done, pulling a small table next to her. Silently she traced her nails across his skin. Stopping occasionally to tweak his nipples. After a few minutes she stopped and broke the silence. "Shall we begin?" "Yes. Please Mistress, please." His eyes were fixed upon her. Rarely though would she ever look him in the eye.

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