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Jennifer McDougall slumped in the hard-back chair on the other side of my large wooden desk. The wind knocked out of her sails, I knew she was beaten. Tears ran down her face, and I handed her my handkerchief to wipe them away. It was a losing battle though, for each time she dried those blue eyes the tears continued to flow. "Mr. Roberts, I'm so sorry, I..." she quietly said.

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Even though they got along, and both were awesome fucks, Suzy and Nicky started to get competitive. They both wanted to be a sleazier, nastier, more degraded little bitch than the other one. Today was Nicky's turn to up the stakes.

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