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The two travellers struggled to get through the swinging glass door entrance to the hotel. Ingrid, the maitre d', hissed for the young porter who was usually to be found lounging at the back of reception. But he was nowhere in sight and now the men and their bulky luggage were through the entrance and walking grim-faced towards the front desk. In an attempt to deflect any initial dissatisfaction, Ingrid put on her friendliest smile and, even though it was almost the end of a very long shift, greeted them with energetic efficiency.

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My name is Zake. I'm called that because my parents gave me an unpronounceable Ukrainian name, and that was the best fit that came out of kindergarten. It stuck, and it's been hard to get confused with anyone else in the phone book. I'm 34 years old and I'm an instructor for heavy equipment. I also dig vacant lots for homebuilders on the side with my own business.

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Sophie squatted over the woman's latex covered face. "Lick your Mistress, lick her well and she might have a gift for you." The woman eagerly lapped at Sophie's fleshy cunt lips, her tongue protruding from a mouth hole in her mask. "Mmmmmmmmm.........not bad, keep going..........mmmmmmmm!" squealed Sophie. The woman's husband knelt in the corner of the large conservatory, his ankles and wrists cuffed, also wearing a latex mask, he could only watch as Sophie dominated his wife.

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I love dirty talk. It is a super aphrodisiac for me. When a man whispers nasty things in my ear I get all hot and bothered. He can take me from a standing start to full speed in nothing flat, leaving a streak of metaphorical rubber smoking on the metaphorical pavement.

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I walked the length of the hallway to our bedroom to change for a party we were going to. As I passed the bathroom John was standing at the toilet bowl getting ready to relieve himself. I stood there a second and watched feeling a tingle between my legs as I watched. Then slowly opened the door and walked up behind him.

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This is as true a story as my memory will allow. It's been quite a few years....15 or so, come to think of it. However, all of the actions are burned into my memory, and what I write of is what truly happened. The dialog, not so much. I remember the gist of what was said but, except for a few specific parts, not exactly what words were spoken. So, I'll ask your forgiveness in advance. I'll convey the gist of the dialog, but not the true words spoken.

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Author's note: After a long time, I wrote another Chapter of Carol's Series. Hope you will enjoy it! After the long sex session with Carol and her son, John needed a refreshing bath. The large swimming pool in the backyard was the ideal site to recover his energies.

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We both got up and headed for the bathroom at the same. I urgently needed a piss, I guess Claire did too. We had both drunk quite a bit last night, a bottle of wine had gone down easily. She always drank more when she was feeling horny. We'd had good sex too, I seem to remember her rolling over and offering me her arse in a wanton act of lewdness.

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This is the final episode of Hannah and her kinky relatives. The reader is encouraged to read the first two parts to fully understand the dynamic between Hannah, June and the rest of the interesting characters, some of which are based in true life! Have fun! Janey The reader is encouraged to read parts 1 and 2 to fully understand the depravity of young Hannah, her new friends, and her budding relationship with her relatives! Now to part 3.

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istanbulnoir's 'good tastes' warning: you know what people go to the toilet for... It was my third visit to my Lady and we had just finished our first fuck of the afternoon and we sat smoking and drinking brandy together on her leopard skin covered sofa, when she asked me 'How kinky are you?' 'That depends on how you define kinky,' I said.

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