Mary woke and looked about her, the late afternoon sun streamed through bars on a window. She was in a cell naked, the heavy iron door closed; she felt down between her legs, she was caked with dry cum. Her clit and nipples were no longer distended, her pussy bruised. She sighed, curled up and went back to sleep. A couple of hours later she awoke with a large black hand gently shaking her shoulder, she looked up into a guards face, he beckoned

Hi my name is Jimmy and I live in Manchester, England I currently attend Manchester University. Im bi-sexual an no-one knew this till last week, not my girl Clare, my friends or my american roommate John. It all started two weeks ago when after shagging my girl I ended up back at the flat with that same guilty feeling cos I realised i just wasnt enjoying it like I did with lads. John was sat down on the sofa watching something , maybe the news. I asked if he wanted to watch a dvd and he told me to get scarface out of his room.

Chapter During her first year, Chiara was conditioned to withstand the harshest beatings. They called it stamina enhancement sessions, as day after day, men and women passed to dish out floggings that could not have been survived anywhere else. Eventually, she had reached a level where she could be kept conscious for days under the instruments and even surpassed the stamina of her tormentors. The mental anguish of being unable to drift off into unconsciousness or insanity, coupled with the seemingly endless succession

It was about nine o;clock in the morning when I met my escort, Marsha, and we headed for Wood Haven. Marsha was in her late forties and obviously wasn;t wearing a bra. I could see her delicious nipples straining at the front of her T-shirt. The school had sent a limousine and we sat in the back, ostensibly so we could talk about what I was going to see that day.

It was oclock on a Sunday afternoon and Charity had spent most of her weekend agonizing over her decision. Would she choose her Master that fulfilled her every need and desire, or Max her confidant, friend, and soul mate? She stared blankly at the screen flipping through the channels. Her eyes were bloodshot partially from the tears she had cried and partially because of the sleepless nights shed been having. The truth was it was weighing on her mind.

I was on business in New Orleans four weeks ago. I was seated in the hotel bar reading a paper and having a quiet drink at the bar. It was around pm and the place was filling up steadily. By about pm there were few seats left and I was contemplating going out for a walk when three girls came over and asked if I would mind if they sat at my table.

I was eighteen when my Grandfather sponsored me for junior membership at his health club. I guess I should have been honored. It was a very elite club; its membership consisted mostly of doctors, lawyers and bankers, the majority of whom were retired. I tried to act pleased, but spending an afternoon a week surrounded by a bunch of old men wasnt exactly my idea of a fun time. I thought for sure I would be a flower among a bunch of crusty, old thorns.

Last night had been unexpected, to say the least. She woke up slowly, painfully, and quickly realized she was naked. Her stomach was a bit queasy from too much libation and as she became more aware of her surroundings she realized the warmth behind her in bed was from an unknown man. She racked her brain trying to remember where in the hell she was. The hotel. Thats right. She was in town for a conference and last night she and a group of friends had broken off from the main party for additional socializing.

The restaurant was dimly lit, probably in a fashion the owner thought would represent romance and intrigue. There were not many patrons in the place, quite understandable considering the weather. The woman seated me in a little alcove on the side of the restaurant. There was only one other table where another lone man sat. A window looked out toward the parking lot, but all that could be reasonably seen was the sheet of rain. The woman left and shortly a waiter appeared. I order a steak, rare, but not bloody, a baked potato and some coffee. The waiter scurried off. I looked at the wine list. I noticed that the man at the other table looked up to greet a woman coming

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