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I was working late one Friday night when my boss told me he had an emergency at home and had to leave. He asked me if I could close the restaurant tonight. I was so excited. He had never asked me to do this before. I liked my job a lot. I was the assistant Manager and hostess of a small Italian family restaurant chain. It wasn't like it a big company or anything like that. But the family owned seven stores and they all did quite well. I was hoping that one day I would get my chance to run one of the restaurants myself.

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"Damn it!" I yelled aloud, as the shifter linkage rattled uselessly, and the engine rpm's climbed to dangerous levels. Gritting my teeth and double-clutching, I slammed the shifter forward again, this time going into third gear. Yes! The Honda had jumped into the lead, however, and it was going to take every last bit of big-block horsepower to get it back.

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"Please don't..." groaned Elizabeth. She was completely naked bent over her own bed, nothing holding her down, while Sven - her parents 22 year old exchange student - inspected her tight virgin ass. Right now he was just looking at it, but she knew more was coming, there was almost more coming. Every time he came to her room, something new, something different... something more.

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- 1 - My husband Dan is an engineer—and, I strongly suspect, a sex addict. Until recently, these were separate parts of his life. Not that I'm complaining, too much, about Dan's strong libido. He's always been faithful. And he's also a willing student—and budding master—of my body. I may want sex less frequently than he, but I probably get more enjoyment from it than I deserve for my own efforts. Besides, Dan's curiosity and drive definitely keeps things interesting in our bedroom—and sometimes outside of it too!

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Jill walked into the darken picture theatre, feeling lonely and a bit lost. She'd just had a fight with her boyfriend and was feeling pissed off. Once again, they'd made love, and once again, he'd left her high and dry. When they'd first met, he had been a wonderful lover, always making sure that she'd had an orgasm.

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I'm so done with this school, with these ridiculous uniforms and my jackass classmates trying to look up my skirt and down my shirt. (Who picked these clothes? I mean the skirt is halfway up the thighs for god's sake. And these shirts must have been designed for girls who, well, didn't develop as early and as, uh, fully as me - which, trust me, is not all it's cracked up to be, big tits are huge pain even in clothes that weren't poorly designed for someone a lot _smaller_.

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Vivienne couldn't believe it. How the hell could she lose her keys again? This was the third time she couldn't find the keys to her apartment in the last 4 months. And as she dumped everything out of her purse onto the floor, the grim reality set in. She was locked out. It was 2am. She was tired from work. AND, the super would be gone for 2 days so there's no way she could even get another set of keys.

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Sarah was employed as a personal secretary to one of the directors of a London finance company. She really enjoyed her job and her boss was good to her. So good in fact that they frequently slept together. She was indeed a very "personal" secretary! Sarah was waiting in the arrivals hall at Heathrow. Her boss had been called abroad on business and he had phoned to ask her to collect a couple of Arab business men. They were employed by a very wealthy oil Sheikh in one of the Gulf States and were very important customers.

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Since the first time I came across her she was the sexiest woman I ever seen. I was alone in the break room at the office job I work at, since most everyone else ate lunch at the surrounding fast food places. I'm Joseph Sanchez, an average lookin guy that worked at this call center for a few months now and was still learning the ropes on helping people pay their water bills.

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She wasn’t much to look at to most, with her brownish hair as it fell from the handkerchief over her head, and her raggedy apron that hid every curve Devaro knew was there. He could see potential beauty that was his to uncover as he watched her clean the floors of the brothel house. He had asked her name earlier. It was Jenna, he had asked knowing she was not one of the service girls, it didn’t matter; he wanted her name anyways.

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