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Bill walked into his office after a meeting. He was shocked to find his secretary, Daphne, sitting cross-legged in his large leather chair. "Daphne? What are you doing?" He asked apprehensively while putting on smile. The raven haired assistant brushed her hair. "Hey Bill. I just needed a couple files and seeing as how you were in your meeting, I took the liberty to help myself." She switched legs giving the boss a nice view of her black hose. "And while I was doing so, I discovered something ve~ry interesting."

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This weekend is my birthday. The BIG 4 0. A few months ago I found out about this club a couple hours away that fulfills fantasies. So as a present to myself I booked myself for this weekend. I chose the public display fantasy. I wanted to make sure I would never forget my 40th birthday.

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You pour me another glass of wine, the night air is cooling but the water in the hot tub is keeping us from getting chilled. The party has moved inside but there are still three of us left. You sit snuggled up beside me, legs intertwined under the water. You have one leg over mine and the other spread out to the side, exposing your pussy without being too obvious about it. S sits across from us, we are talking quietly, enjoying the sounds of the night. I had turned off the lights earlier so we could see the stars but the moon and the light from the house allows us to see each other well.

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"Sammy? Sammy!" his mother called from downstairs, the second time a bit more panicky and urgent even though she had hardly given him time to respond to the first. Sam had been lying down on his bed, relieved that the weekend had finally arrived and thinking about what to jerk off to tonight. When he heard the familiar yet annoying sound of his mother calling he sighed, got up, and opened his bedroom door.

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"Silas's Choice." "Say what?" Rocky Hansan asked. "Silas's Choice," I repeated. "You are offering me the same options you offered Silas Collins three years ago. Did you realize that?" "Of course not," the chief of the Near East Division said. "Farthest thing from our minds."

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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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September is a lovely time of the year in Sydney. The winter chills have given way to a blissful warm sun, but the full blaze of the summer heat has not yet arrived. It is about this time each year that my body clock decides it needs some rays to shake off the winter blues. Luckily, I have a wonderful little beach within decent walking distance of my home.

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I'd love to say that it started out innocently enough, but there really wasn't anything innocent about it. I had been working as a software trainer for a small computer consulting company in Georgia, and my job was to train the clients on the computer systems that we sold them. One of those clients was a group of people from an industrial machinery company. Among the people in this group was a secretary who was undeniably cute.

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He is lying in her arm, she touches his face, her gentle voice is sending shivers down his spine, just like all the times. She is playing with his nipples again, they are already hurting a bit. She is talking to him with her calm voice. He had to masturbate in front of her and had to stop just before cumming. Cumming was strictly forbidden. Just using his full strength he was able to do so. She knew more about his body than he did himself. When there were only two or three moves left until his explosion he heard her gentle order: "Stop!"

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Thomas Powell shifted uncomfortably in his chair, hoping his wife Lorraine would not notice his restlessness. No matter how hard he tried to avert his gaze, his eyes were continually drawn to the image in the backyard. But it was not the slight tilt of his head that was required to capture the desired sightline that was the cause of his stirring - it was the effect that the vision before him was having on him.

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