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Using a small brush to apply the last of her deep maroon lipstick, Mai checked her work one last time before leaving the bathroom and preparing to head out for the evening. She went over in her head everything she thought she would need, re-verifying for the third time that she had the keys to her apartment and her emergency money safely tucked away in a hidden pocket of her small party purse. She and her two closest friends were making it a girls' night out and going to a club they had never been to before.

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Jennifer sat in the coffee house, waiting. Her hands kept touching the cup in front of her or her hair - reflexively adjusting it, stealing glances at herself in the floor to ceiling window by her table. Men walked by with furtive glances. This was new. She got her share of attention – early thirties, slim, pale blue eyes, and shoulder length auburn hair just like she wore in her early twenties.

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I cannot ignore your texts or help being provocative, everything you mention to do with sex hits the spot and you are a master of seduction, making me ache inside. You know that I can never consent to what you want, I would never cheat on my husband, but you know how much I want you... We agree that one day it will happen, but the time's not right, but you are willing to wait for as long as it takes, and you promise me one day I will be yours.

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Peter was dozing on the London bound train. It was 8.30 on Friday evening. He had had a busy week's work, and as he had nothing planned for the weekend, he had decided at the last minute to head into London in search of some fun. Aged 25, tall, good-looking with shortish, dark hair, he had little problem in pulling girls when he had the mind for it, but had no interest at present in a long term relationship.

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From the moment Delia entered the room I could sense something different about her tonight. And what an entrance she made into the room! The door had flung wide open and she posed in the doorway with one arm raised up to the sill, her left hip provocatively angled to caress the wooden frame, her legs tall and lean in gleaming black boots and fishnets slightly spread so that I could see the faintest bulge in the wedge of her tiny, shiny black and rose panties.

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I began working with Ms Blake about 18 months ago. It's a fairly straightforward job, a little hectic at times, but what job isn't? Not only did I work daily for her, but there were times when I went beyond the call of duty, not that I minded that in the slightest!

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