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Broken down on a deserted street late at night was not a situation which Danni pictured being in before leaving the club. Her situation wouldn't have been so bad, except her cell phone is dead and she was dressed rather provocatively, having just come from the nightclub. She'd gone to dance and drink and have a good time and to her dismay she was on her way home- alone- when her car broke down. Danni knew she had to get to a phone, but there were nothing but strip malls and industrial buildings and the only phones to be seen were outside sleazy looking liquor stores, surrounded by crowds of dark looking men...

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Cassidy and Emily were the perfect couple. Both 28 years old, they were the 'beautiful people' and lived an amazingly rich and fulfilling life. Cassidy had joined the US Army ten years previously and married childhood sweetheart, Emily, two years later. They had been stationed in Germany at a base there for the past three and Emily had a nice job at the administration block on the camp. Cassidy was a tall, blonde, muscular guy while his wife was a petite, smouldering brunette with dark hair that stretched just past her thin shoulders while her dark eyes seemed to be all knowing and mischievous at the same time. Yes they were the perfect couple, the perfect kinky and perverted couple that is!

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I met Danielle through a friend at a party. She was a hot little half Italian and half Jewish girl with a great little body, pretty face and beautiful brown hair. She was also sexy as could be. I was busy with other people at the party so we did not hook up then, but a couple months later a mutual friend of ours, Rachel, asked if Danielle could crash at my place while she looked for a place to live in Toronto.

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"You're sure you want to do this?" "Yes." "Read this form and then sign on the bottom." The paper slid across the desk, pushed by perfectly manicured dragon lady red nails. Elena took the form with trembling hands and scanned it. Yes... this was exactly what she wanted. No mercy, few limits, so many things so far over her boundaries. She wanted to hurt. To fear. Lance had left an aching emptiness inside of her that needed to be filled, he had left her calling her all sorts of names. Prude. Ice queen. Teasing bitch.

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It began with a fire in the upstairs Lingerie Department of my local Debenhams department store. Something in the adjacent restaurant had exploded in a ball a flame, and the first thing I knew was one of the attendants grabbing me by the arm and hauling me out of my cubicle. To say the situation was inopportune would be a gross understatement.

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The whistle didn't surprise her. At 46, Nancy Pace was still attractive. In fact, partly due to her recent interest in Roger Mitchelson, the up-and-coming real estate broker she'd begun dating, she was feeling more sensual than she had since her marriage to Bill ended, more than 5 years ago. The fact that she'd finally gotten breast implants last year, along with a regimen of collagen and Botox treatments, had her feeling downright sexy, most of the time!

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I stood at the end of the walkway leading up to the house where it all happened. I stared at the closed door and wondered if I was crazy for being here again. I knew I should just leave before someone noticed me. But I just couldn't bring myself to walk away.

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Mia had never felt her pussy so full, so stretched, and she had never felt so used and powerless. This was by far the biggest cock she had ever felt. This beast of a man was twice her size, muscles flexing, sweat beading on his smooth ripped skin. His arms were larger than her thighs with every muscle defined. He had enough strength to break her body like a twig. She felt so vulnerable and submissive.

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Bradley slammed the door to her room and leaned back against it, gasping for air. Shit, shit, shit. She held out her hands -- they were shaking. She couldn't believe she'd just had a screaming match with her employer. For the past two months she and Parker MacKenzie had coexisted peacefully in the large, empty house. She cleaned and looked after the grounds, and he spent all his time in his office working.

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She is at the sink, rinsing the last of the dishes from lunch, lost in the reverie of thought, she barely hears the squeak of the front door as it opens and closes in the front room. She feels a soft breath at her back of her neck, next a nibble and a kiss. Attempting to turn around to kiss her husband hello, she is stopped and a blindfold covers her eyes.

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