Charles and Charlene cut a wide swath through the crowd as they were ushered into the restaurant. They were formidable people with a classic beauty that few can truly appreciate today. Once a ninety-pound weakling with a single sports jacket and a perfectly groomed mullet, Charles now stood six feet tall and weighed three hundred forty pounds. His shaved head was decorated with a dragon that curled up near his left ear and

I laid on that table, bent over as he spread my legs and secured them to the posts. Fear creeping steadily inside my has made my stomach hurt, it is there he pries my hands loose and attached them together at the wrists and then secures them in front of me. I am scared and nervous. What is he going to do? How could I have gotten into this? The coldness of the metal table has made her nipples hard, and rubbing them on the table as he moved her around was making her excited.

Its late afternoon and we are driving back home from a day out. The sun is still strong and weve got the top of the car down. As we drive I can see the breeze making your nipples stand out under your thin top, and every now and again you just touch them gently with your finger tips. Lazily you undo the top and pull it back off your breasts so the breeze and the sun can play on you. You gently squeeze your nipples and run your hands all over your

I get to your house and ring the doorbell. You greet me in a lovely blue dress that does little to cover those beautiful legs that flow from your hips to the floor. "Come on in." you say warmly with a big, sexy smile. "Sit down for a minute, if you have time." I sit in a chair in the living room, watching as you pour yourself onto the couch across from me, crossing your legs in a breathtaking way.

Ever since I was young my father always worked nd shift, which meant I was always stuck home with my mother and sisters. I never put much thought into the fact that I was in a house full of women. By the time I reached yo I had really started to notice woman. I found myself hanging out with my mom and sisters more when they would just be lounging around watching television.

Amy Lynn Steeles white canvas shoes barely made a sound as she stepped cautiously on the metal stairs that lead up the back wing of the Boston Commons Hotel. While the hotel itself was quite posh, the rear staircase was completely utilitarian, with hard metal treads, white cinder block walls and pipes and wires going in every possible direction. It certainly did not look like the place for a security camera to be needed, but as Amy paused on the fifth floor landing, she looked around for one nonetheless.

Edith was always very fastidious about her appearance. It would seem that the routine of years had embedded its self. Every Morning she would come down for breakfast, having showered and applied her makeup. According to her world she was back years ago. When she was taking a world tour with her know deceased husband, my grandfather Edward. Our home was just a hotel that they were staying at.

The cable guy came early, they said between and in the morning, but he was here by :. I had just dropped the kids off with a sitter and Jim and I were having coffee, discussing things. When the doorbell rang Jim went to the door while I ran upstairs. I got to the bedroom, peeled out of my clothes, grabbed a book from the nightstand and sat in the bed exactly as Jim had asked me. Naked, book on my knees, my pussy showing between my thighs for anyone standing at the end of

Danielle was having a huge party for her birthday at her house. She had a giant house, floors about ground, and a basement. She had a pool in the back, and enough living space to hold a small town in. She was preparing for her party, making sure everything was all set, and making sure she looked perfect. She finally finished up, ran upstairs to make sure she didnt screw up her outfit while cleaning, and the doorbell rang. She ran downstairs, opened the door, and about people yelled "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" with presents in

We had hoped to take a romantic tour of Washington DC, envisioning walking hand in hand down the National Mall, strolling though the art museums and visiting a few of the monuments, but when we opened the curtains in the room, the immediate chill we felt sent us to the TV to catch the local forecast. The night before the weatherman indicated temperatures would go up into the mid forties, but looking at the Weather Channel we noted that the current temperature was twenty-four degrees. The wind was about five to seven miles per hour, making the wind chill a brisk eighteen degrees.