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Kaden walked in the door without a smile on his face. "Take that off," He ordered, pointing to my towel. I had just stepped out of the shower when I heard a knock at the door. He pulled the smaller towel from my hair and dropped it to the floor. The cool beads hit my warm back with the nearly twenty inches of thick, moist hair and rolled to my bottom.

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About five years ago my ex-wife divorced me as she preferred her girlfriend to me in her life and in her bed. I peacefully moved out of my Northern Minnesota home leaving her and my two stepdaughters, Lynn and Jody. I moved to Southern California and now have a beautiful home in the hills near Laguna Beach where I have developed a clothes free lifestyle around my secluded property and on vacations.

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It was a dark and stormy night. The woods crew got scared off by the dark ominous skies. Hannah was quite bummed that everyone bailed. She had so wanted to let off some steam...and maybe run into Darren. Seeing how far she could tempt him had been the plan. Between a couple of "special blends" from her cousin's stash and her trusty pink dildo, affectionately known as "Pinkie", resistance was futile. But sadly, he hadn't even shown.

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The hotel bar seemed to sum up how Laura felt. She was trying to control her anger and not look at her uncomfortable partner, Roger, who stared at the rustic wooden table in front of him and fussed with his nails. She looked around the dimly illuminated room and was only vaguely aware of the folk muzak selection being played through incongruous speakers spaced around the walls. The faux Olde Englishe beamed tavern effect was completed by roughly plastered walls, prints of hunting scenes and neatly arranged horse brasses on leather straps. All purely for decoration.

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I was in the kitchen cleaning up when you got home from work. I heard you come through the front door, and I tried hard to stay focused on the task at hand and pretend as though I hadn't been waiting for you to come home all day. It was a blatant lie, of course, and my clothing fairly well advertised the fact. After all, who cleans kitchens in flirty, ruffly, short skirts and heels?

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The dean stared at her over the desk. "This is a serious story you are telling me, young lady," he said. "Are you positive on every detail?" Jessica nodded, and tugged on the sleeve of her sweatshirt, focusing on the loose thread on it rather than the dean. "Well, then," he sighed. Leaning over to the intercom on his desk, he flipped the switch the demanded, "Get me Bell and Ellic, now."

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By the time our second meeting ended, I had decided two things. First, my Master was very, very good at what he did to me. And second, there was no way I could wait until Christmas for our next visit. Almost a month had passed since our second "date." I had been teased, pleased, fucked, and damn well tortured during our short time together.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a stand-alone story but the characters are the same I used in my story 'Get A Room'. It's not a sequel but more another episode of the same show. Let me know what you think about it. - Rose * "What do you think you're doing, young lady?" The deep, booming voice sounded angry.

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