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Sweat dripped her brow. She smoothed her skirt over her nylon-clad thighs. Slender legs led to fuck me pumps underneath a cream-colored business suit tailored to show off her every curve. She looked one last time in the mirror, tugging her brown curls. She tucked one behind her ear before walking out of the bathroom and down the hall towards Bruce Callahan's office.

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Hi, I'm Steve. I'm 41 years old and generally consider myself a kinky, but normal guy. I had met Michelle in a hotel bar in Houston. I was there on business attending a conference when we struck up a conversation. Though I was from St. Louis, I visited Houston often for clients. She was from Houston, which proved lucky for me.

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He pulls slowly past her house, noting with satisfaction that the windows are dark. She's either sleeping, or at least back in her room. All he needs to do is figure out how to get in quietly. He circles the cul-de-sac, then coasts his motorcycle into the drive...cutting the engine as soon as he's off the road. He steps off the bike, and removes his helmet and coat. He'll keep the soft leather gloves on, he decides.

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I had always maintained that fate had played a huge part the night I met Ted for the first time. I had only been acting as waitress for that one night as a favour to a friend that needed the night off and couldn't find anyone else to cover the shift for her. Stupidly, maybe, I had offered without a second thought; it had never occurred to me that being a waitress was pretty exhausting work. In my own mind, all I had to do was to look presentable and match the right meals to the right people.

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Chapter 1 The normally pretty, teenaged face of Janet Kline was not very nice to look at as she tore open the door to her home. It was a mask of betrayal and hatred. She slammed the door, rattling the windows. She leaned against it catching her breath. Her breasts rising and falling in the frilly white blouse she wore.

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It was hot! Not the kind of heat one would feel in most areas of the country in July, but the humid, oppressive heat that was common in any part of South Florida except the beaches. That's what it was like when Josh stepped out the rear door of the nondescript concrete block house in the Northwest part of Fort Lauderdale. The house had been built in the forties by a family who had aspired towards farming without success and now existed as a lonely rental structure a good three miles from the center of town just a few hundred feet from the North branch of New River.

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I wake up. My room is darker than I've ever seen it, pitch black with no moonlight slipping in through the drapes. I start to move my hand to search for the candle on the bedside table and find that I can't – my arm doesn't respond. The sensation brings me wide awake and I try moving my legs, panic setting in when I can't shift them and realize I have lost the power of movement. I want to open my mouth to cry out for help but a tightly stretched fabric muffles my lips.

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They had agreed to one simple rule: no pain. Other than that, nothing was off-limits. Andrea and Billy had become friends at work. Over the last couple of months they realized that they had been secretly watching each other, admiring each other's bodies as much as they admired each other's character. They began to separately lust for each other. Eventually, they began to flirt, innocently enough at first, and then progressively less innocent.

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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Enjoy :) ooOoo Revenue is the gross inflow of economic benefits such as cash, receivables, and other assets arising from the ordinary operating activities of an entity Revenue should be measured at the fair value of—

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"Mmmm..." I purr as I raise my hands above my head stretching my rib cage and stomach. I feel my breasts shift upwards towards my face and jiggle slightly as I come back to rest on my back. I can hear the swirling and breaking of the water as it crashes against the sides of the boat, the slight rocking as we move with the waves. My whole body feels warm from the sun beating down on us, behind my eyelids the light is poker hot red and I can detect a slight heartbeat behind my lids.

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