Cecilia was my secretary in a Bangalore-based company. She is a Malayali Christian married to a Tamil guy who works in Dubai. Cecilia had two children then. She used to wear tasteful dresses - matching saree and blouse, and the like. She wouldnt expose any skin, except a little bit of her midriff. She had a full figure. With a bindi on her forehead and jasmine flowers on her hair, she reminded me

I stood alone at the bar, the friends I had come with somewhere in the club. We had gotten separated shortly after entering. I felt the music pounding in the pit of my belly. Several times I was approached and asked to dance, but I always said no. I knew I looked good that night. Dressed in a short white leather skirt, bare legs, a pair of high white stilettos with straps that crisscrossed my ankles, and a soft pink top that clung to my curves with

Youre going to a private beach to be alone... Only you wont be alone for long... You are lying in the sun... Face down... When I find you, while walking on the beach... Just looking at you laying so peaceful and so naked... I cant resist a closer look... I get close enough to realize that youre sleeping and not totally naked... Youre wearing a thong... I take a seat next to you and just gaze for a long while... Then I notice the oil next to you... I get some oil in my hands and start gently rubbing my hands across your back and over your shoulders... You gently stir... Look up at me... Smile and lay your head back down... So, I continue... Working my hands across your entire back...

She doesnt protest when Michael pulls the handcuffs out. The last time, she pretended to argue until he convinced her to let him fasten her wrists to the wrought iron headboard before he took her. This time, though, she can only laugh at the wicked twinkle in his eyes as he presses her gently back against the mattress. She lifts her arms over her head willingly enough and shivers a little as the cold metal clicks around her her wrists.

Blood ran down her face, trickling thickly from the gash on her brow down over high cheek bones, to drip from her chin onto her delicate white blouse. Green eyes narrowed. "Oh no you didnt" The cheeky grin was replaced with a flicker of apprehension and guilt before defiance came into the grey eyes locked in her gaze. Moonlight played across Lysas patrician features, even as the gash across her brow absorbed itself back to pale, uncorrupted skin. She stood slowly from the deep chair she had been resting in, and approached the impudent young mortal with a slow, elegant menace. Leah cowerd away as Lysa approached, drawing her knees up to her chest and hugging them

Am I going to have to put you on the spreaders and embarrass you again or are you going to be a good little girl and do just as Mistress Mora says?" Mora clipped the handcuffs firmly in place behind Marlars back and lifted her chin to look in the mirror. She smoothed Marlars skirt across her legs and checked to make sure the hem of her shirt was tucked firmly into the waistband. Marlar wriggled uncomfortably and shook her head, mumbling around the ball gag in her mouth. Mora shushed her. "I am telling you right now, slut; no one can tell that youre not wearing a bra and panties.

Hed seen her around the club before and admired her beauty from afar. She was gorgeous. Blonde, tall, strikingly attractive with a fit, lithe figure. She would wonder around the club in her tight cycling shorts, her perfect arse visible through the thin latex. It was getting late, near closing and Don, who happened to be the assistant manager, was getting ready to lock up, so that he could go and relax in the sauna. Working out all the aches and pains of yet another hard days work. Don went to the front entrance, closed and locked the doors. He flicked the sign round to closed, then went back behind the reception counter and turned off the lights that illuminated the

I shivered when the door slammed shut and looked at the sobbing girl in front of me. I hadnt realized how bad shed been crying while he fucked me, then I thought about her ass, bleeding and oozing his come, when he sat her down and handcuffed her again. I swallowed to get my voice back. "Are- Are you okay?" I asked. She just glared at me, her eyes full of hate and pain. I felt guilty for what hed done to her, but if I hadnt cooperated hed have just hurt both of us more.

The sales lady was helpful. The first thing I noticed about her, of course was her stunning good looks. She had long auburn hair that hung well past her shoulders and a warm smile that lit her nut-brown eyes when she showed her even white teeth. I allowed my gaze to linger on her, slightly amused. I knew that she was taking in my chiseled features. I was long accustomed to the reaction women had to me.

Amy Lynn Steele tried her best to hold the umbrella directly over her head as she walked through the downpour that had been battering the city all night. It was a valiant effort, but twice the heavy gale had folded her umbrella in half. Seeking refuge in the doorway of a deli, Amy fought with the contraption until she managed to get it back into its protective position. It now kept the rain from falling about her shoulders and ruining the make-up on her face, but her fumbling with it had cost her precious time and she was already late for work.