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From the back room she entered. I watched her. I saw her glance at Me, then look away. Then she looked again and smiled. I turned My head back to the magazine I was pretending to read. I smiled to Myself. This was such fun.

she started working at the local drug store about a year ago. The first time I saw her I recognised her from years earlier, when she was just another awkward skinny kid along with a bunch of others, kicking cans.

Some of My friends noticed her too. They had described the new

We meet in a bar, me, my best sissyboy painslut & you. We are all dressed in everyday office attire; you boys look so professional in your suits. I have on a tight white blouse which strains a little at the buttons, the sheer lace of my bra clearly showing through; a straight black skirt, net stockings & heeled patent black pumps. There are other such groups in the bar & we don’t look out of place as we choose a quiet corner table;

however I’m willing to bet that none of

Looking around the room, she made sure the candles were in place. So many colors, shapes and sizes, yet they fit with the décor, adding a hint of mysterious shadow in one spot while dispelling shadows in another. Colors, blending with orchids arranged amid baby’s breath, complementing framed artwork hanging above them, enhancing deep rich hues of hanging drapery and reflecting off gleaming woodwork, each had its place and was ready for the match.

Her eyes gleamed in the soft light of the

Jeremy knew something wasn’t right. Mistress had been acting strange lately. Her normal “bite-his-head-off” attitude was replaced with smiles and gentle caresses on his body. Why, just last night, She had tilted his chin up so he could look Her full in the face and actually kissed his lips. Oh how wonderfully soft they were! Full, ripe, a hint of a smile on them.

She had tousled his long hair and left the room right after, humming to Herself. He had stayed very still as his

You called and told me that we were going to go out for dinner tonight. You said you’d be home by 6 and I should be showered and ready to go. You would run in, take a shower, and then we were off. I took my time showering and getting ready. Shaving my legs, arm pits, and trimmed my pussy nice and close. I powdered my body before getting dressed and pulled my hair back into clips. I picked out a short black miniskirt and a black blouse that buttoned up the front.

I put on my black lace

Rules were very important to her. Rules about eating. Rules about time management. Rules about messing around. She’d lived her whole life by her rules, and it kept her happy. It’d been awhile since she’d had anyone else play by her rules though; she was getting frisky. That’s why she’d texted him, “Are you in town this weekend?” He knew her rules. He liked her rules, and right now he was the only man she knew who could satiate her desires.

As soon as he

I’ve been watching her for days and I don’t know why. What was it she had that made my colleague, Fran, employ her? She was average looking at best and her figure was nothing special, not that you could really see that much of it as she kept it covered up at all times. Her fashion sense at times seemed frumpy and old for a younger woman. Her name was Claire and I’d say about twenty years my junior.

Fran regularly shouted at her across the office floor and from what I have seen

Leaving his two bodyguards outside, the tall, handsome askari with the tribal tattoo swirled on his cheek came blinking into the purple tent, out of the strong morning sunshine. The shadowed coolness was welcome after the equatorial Sun’s heat against his dark brown perspiring skin.

“Welcome, welcome, o’ Worthy to the humble tents of the Dhahabu Market,” said the short squat slaver, who ushered the Inlander warrior in with an ingratiating smile.

The slaver gestured to a

William Devlin made ready the umbrellas, the seating, and even metered the ambient light of the room in preparation for his new client. Ms. Kayden Summers she had requested a series of bust close ups of herself in a long black gown.

She had found his little off path studio via referral from a young lady that had sat for a series of graduation photos several years back.

William picked up a good deal of work that way most of it in the spring and fall of the year.

Her voice had been soft as she

The Wrightsville yacht harbor dipped beneath the horizon off the stern of the big sloop. As its hull neatly parted the waves, the rigging beneath the taut sail hummed while the breeze of the yacht’s passage gave relief from the muggy July heat of the North Carolina coast. Brenda watched the coast disappear for a few minutes and then turned to the woman sitting beside her.

“I had no idea the Promiscuous Miss was so big! When you invited us out to sail to Bermuda I have visions of