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Understanding Kelsey -- I don't suppose a lot of this story will make sense to you unless you can understand my relationship with her. And I don't suppose even that will help unless you understand me. I am cute. I walk by and guys will give a nod, you know the kind, a quick scan for large firm breasts or a glance when I pass them to check out my ass.

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As I walked through the front door of the radio station I work for, our secretary, Joann, didn't even bother with the pretense of a smile. I gave her a smile anyway, knowing today would be yet another day of using her as my personal whore. For the last few weeks, I've fucked Joann every way imaginable. It's amazing what you can make someone do when you hold the threat of prison over his or her head. Joann had made two mistakes. The first was embezzling money from the company.

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The idea is that you get home from work, take off your shoes, grab a beer from the fridge, turn on the TV, sit down, and relax for half an hour. What you do not want is to come home from work, walk in the door and find all your furniture has been tossed about. Neither do you want to hear swearing and clattering and banging coming from further in the apartment, apparently in the kitchen.

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I knew that I hadn't enjoyed Erica making me suck Daniel's cock per se, but every time I let my mind wander in the next few days, I would see Erica's eyes looking at me, delighted that she could control me in such a debasing way. They had violated me- it was humiliating. But I could barely breath when I thought about cleaning out her perfect cunt.

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Nina Zarachnaya was twenty four and since being a little girl she had wanted more than anything to be an actress. She needed to move to Moscow from her town of Luknovo to fulfill this dream but it had still not happened. Yet as she trudged home in the fading heat of a summer day she felt a burgeoning hope in her breast.

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"Professor Hart?" She peered hesitantly around the doorframe. The professor sat at his desk, on the phone. Without interrupting his conversation, he nodded at her, pointed to one of the chairs in front of his desk and gestured for her to close the door behind her. She sat, staring aimlessly around the room while he finished his conversation.

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PART ONE "Thanks for coming on the show again Rich." Paul said, giving Richard's shoulder a slight squeeze before releasing him again and walking across the room "We really love having you here." "No worries. It's good to see you again when I do, you know that..." he replied, watching as Paul took off his jacket, tie and shirt, and then began to clean his make-up off in front of the mirror.

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Every day for the past month Ashlee had lain soaking up the sun in the next door garden, turning from chicken skin white to Mediterranean bronze. And every day Anthony had peeked from the other side of the fence. So much time and effort had he put in mowing that particular patch of lawn, the grass resembled the shaven snatch that latterly had been revealed when she thought he wasn't there. Or maybe she did know he was there. Yeah, she knew all right.

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Winnie and Amy had been in the strip club for about 30 minutes observing the clientele and getting the occasional lap dance to get themselves more in the mood for what they had planned that night. As part of a "getting over our ex's" night, they planned to find a single business traveler and lure him back to the suite they booked for themselves at the nearby Sheraton to strip for him and maybe have some fun.

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On a moonlit night you venture out to meet me, your first mistake. As you walk down the trail toward the given location I slide up behind you. You are refused sight as you try to make eye contact but are gruffly turned away by the shoulders. A blindfold draped tightly over your eyes before you recover causes you to stumble back a step into me. There is nothing soft about this encounter, my dear.

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