She was well used. Kneeling, cum dripping from her pussy, thighs coated with her own cum and his mixed, her asshole slick with lubricant and still gaping from a hard fucking. She was well used by him but, certainly not done. As she quivered another aftershock squished out more cum to drip down her legs. He too was very wet. She was such a good girl she ha squirted over him again and again as he fucked her, fingered her,

I was in my bedroom upstairs while my parents were holding their annual New Years Eve party down stairs. The only bathrooms were upstairs and the guest bathroom was just down the hall from my room, so I heard people coming up and down the stairs. I had just put on my pajamas and was sitting on the side of my bed looking at ads in Popular Mechanics when the bedroom door opened. It was Mrs. Smythe who lived across the street.

Lisa was what they call a prima donna. She gets her nails done every two weeks like clockwork, wont go out without her makeup on, always dresses in the latest styles, says "ish" to housework, etc. You get the idea. She was the same way about sex. She rarely enjoyed sex and simply "got it overwith" once a week to please her fiance, Brian. Finally Brian got fed up with this and asked his buddies what he should do about it.

Customer Service was not her forte and yet here she was dealing with customers. She had attended a four year university and had received her degree in Business. After all was said and done, the only job she could find was working as a Customer Service Representative. People came in to complain about goods and services. If they didnt come in, they called. There was no way of escaping from people complaining.

I was arrested for Grand Theft auto and the judge gave me years to do in an Alabama state prison. The first night i was there i was strip searched and made to shower with a bunch of other men. I have always been a little effeminent and being a small white boy of in a grown mans world was a little overwhelming and very intimadating. I was scared to death. They finally brought me to my cell and i met my new cellmate James.

She smiled and closed the door behind her. I started my lunch and opened the notebook. It was heavy and had many sections. Ill highlight the most interesting sections here. "Uniform: You will have day uniforms in your closet. You will wear a fresh one daily, putting it in the laundry at the end of the day when you undress. Every days your uniforms will be returned to you by the laundry staff cleaned and pressed. You thus have spare uniforms. You are never to have a dirty, soiled or smelly uniform on in the presence of the Bemertons. This is cause for corrective action or dismissal.

She was waiting on the bed in the hotel room for him, a perfect little fuck toy. Her crotchless panties revealing a freshly shaved pussy. The see through bra torn and allowing one perky breast to hang free. She was a fuck toy, mouth opened to accept a cock, bright red slut lipstick slightly smeared. She did not move as he entered. With practiced patience she waited to be used. He crossed to the night stand and dropped his keys, never taking his eyes off her.

The Royal Flush Prince William looked around his room nervously; the sexy Lucinda had draped her sexy body over the chair at the corner of the room. Even though he was just a couple of days away from being crowned king of Britain, at the mere age of , he was still nervous around women. He coughed nervously and asked Lucinda meekly if she would like a drink. A glass of whiskey please she answered politely. He rang the bell and his butler was at the door immediately, Prince William ordered for him to bring him two glasses of whiskey.

I am slave leigh. my Masters name is Dark Hunter. i am allowed to call Him Dark Hunter, Sir or Master. i was instructed to write this out by my Master and share it with the world. i am to write out: a The nature of my relationship with Dark Hunter b Why i am the slave of Dark Hunter c What i hope to gain from this relationship and d What i learn from training sessions with Dark Hunter, citing specific

I began my day at am, showering, cleaning my room, and dressing for my first day of work. I was so nervous I had butterflies, but I knew after last night that I was ready for anything! At am I started work. It didnt take me long to fall into the normal swing of things. Cleaning the West Wing was just like cleaning a large house. It was sorely obvious that Mr. and Mrs.