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This is the homework of my slave Gabi. My name is Gabi. I'm from Austria (a German-speaking country near Germany). My Mistress ordered me to write down this story. As a matter of fact this is not really a story – as it is not fictional. This is the description of my first meeting with My Mistress. Mistress Cornelia is my Mistress. I'm one of her slaves and I love to submit to her.

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My wife Sally and I have been married now for twenty two years and I am still discovering new things about her. The true story that I am about to tell you is how my dear Sally first brought Lynda into our lives and what happened the first time that she visited our house. If you find lesbian sex and cream pies offensive then please do not waste your time by reading on. We live in a medium sized village somewhere in the south of England. I am manager of the local bank, and for the last ten years Sally has been the headmistress of the small village junior school.

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This story's a sequel to Copenhagen Couple and Meetings with Mark. It's not necessary to read those stories first, but some things will make better sense if you do. * At the age of 20 and after my first experiences with male sex I acknowledged to myself that I was bisexual. But I wasn't going to be open about the fact that I liked to be with men. Sadly, bisexual men are often despised by both gay and straight guys, and even by some women.

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The rivals were Becky Johnson and Stacy Willis. No one would have ever imagined the two girls used to be friends. It was long ago back back in middle school when they swore they'd be best friends for life. Becky's parents were more than satisfied with her choice of friends.

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My freshman year at college was one total nightmare. Not the school or the classes, the dorm rooms at night. I was subjected to such outrageous treatment that I'm not sure I ever completely recovered. I'm from a small town and had never even been in as big a city as Austin. I was very excited, though. It was something I had planned on all my life. I had not done well socially in high school. The girls had all been in their little cliques and ignored me most of the time, when they weren't being even crueler. I felt like college would be a whole new start for me.

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The bedroom was filled with the constant yet broken sounds of bed springs squeaking under the rhythmic thrusts of a man into his woman. But it wasn't the bed making the noise; it was Cindy who groaned intermittently with sharp, feminine 'coos' and 'ahhs' that were neither exaggerated nor too quiet to discern. Matching her steady pattern of moans and no doubt causing them was the driving of Carl's rigid seven inches into that sweet spot between Cindy's thighs.

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Jessica had just finished getting ready to go out for the evening when Lisa arrived at Jessica's loft. They greeted each other and Jessica offered Lisa a glass of wine. Lisa quickly accepted. "So where do you want to go out to tonight?" Jessica asked. "Let's hit that new club just down the street. I wanna dance. Have you been there yet?" Lisa replied.

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INTRODUCTION Today was the day of my annual physical exam. Ordinarily, that would be of no concern. I am a healthy, 5 ' 10"; 180 pound, male with no significant bad habits that would influence my overall health. However, today, I had some anxiety associated with the exam and that stemmed from the previous year's physical.

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"I've always been intrigued by Aliza's erotic fascination for power. Although in daily life I normally have quite a dominant character, from the moment of our first fuck she acquainted me with the magnetizing pleasures of submissive sex. And today I just love to be coerced into serving her lusts any way she wants. She's like a spider, bringing me under her control and then greedily consuming my sexual energies with a plundering animal hunger.

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Prologue Hindu Kush 04:06. I whispered into the mike: "Sierra Five Zulu, this is Four Delta Quebec. Do you have visual on targets? Over." A little further down the valley, George, my opposite number in 2nd platoon, pressed his transmit button twice in rapid succession. The clicks in my ear confirmed that he had indeed seen the Taliban commanders we were waiting to intercept.

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