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“I mean look. You and Jake. Well you were never going to work anyway. I always promised your mother I'd keep you on the straight and narrow, and that's what I’m doing. You'll be happier in the long run I can assure you. He would've only broken your heart." Amazingly he kept his composure as he spouted the nonsense. Of course he failed to mention anything about the burning jealousy he felt by now at the thought of her with any other man. These last few seconds with her alone in the hotel room, were all he had to try and fill her head with some kind of propaganda. Some ideas to make sure that she and Jake weren’t just going to be forced closer together by him. Once he was back at work this afternoon, he could do nothing. By then he would certainly be crossing all of his fingers that she wouldn’t just jump into Jake's bed when she saw him. She paddling otk strapping flogging office stockings might just do it out of seeking comfort, or just to get revenge on him for his brutality. She still stood firm, emotionless despite her stinging eyes. He moved in closer, hemming her into the corner as he touched her hair. “Hey. I know it wasn't ideal last night, but... well I mean it when I say this. You really were incredible." he took one last look into her eyes, thinking, not for the first time, how lucky he was to have had his cock inside her so often. He kissed her lips quickly, one last memento of their night here together, before then pulling the door open and trying to link her hand, stepping out into the Floggers warm corridor. As soon as she felt his fingers brush against hers, she pulled away, walking ahead of him, leaving him to check the door was locked, and then hurry to catch up with her. She felt strangely freed, and more secure out here in the open corridor. The idea of being in public comforted her, and once she spotted a family of four bustling their way into the lift ahead, she ran up and stepped inside, not even checking if Phil could catch up or not. She smiled politely, but it quickly faded once she saw the father of the young children beckoning to someone behind her. He was now holding the lift doors open as Phil jogged up to get inside too. She turned just in time to have Phil’s hulking figure squeezing inside just in front of her. “Thanks,” he said brightly as the doors slid shut, holding them all inside the cramped space. “I really don’t want to go losing you about this building Kiara,” he said amiably. She scowled at his fake concern, aware that he was again pretending to play her doting father. She struggled to turn away from him in the claustrophobic lift, and the family seemed to ass flogging already be deep in their own conversation anyway. The mother was trying to check she had everything and that her young children were looking presentable for the outside world. Kiara had already decided that she didn’t want to walk with Phil. She wanted to walk home, or rather, walk to Jake's house instead of driving in that dirty van of his. By the time the doors slid open, giving a blast of refreshing cool air, she waltzed resolutely out and quickly started in the direction of the huge glass entrance. The attractive mother glanced at Phil as Kiara huffily walked off on her own. "Kids huh?" He chuckled pleasantly and brushed it off as best he could, walking quickly after her into reception. He handed his key card back to the beaming receptionist, also keeping one eye fixed on Kiara to make sure she wasn’t actually leaving the hotel without him. "Was everything all right?" the lady trilled, her large silver earrings dancing about the side of her head. He nodded and waited impatiently for her to run his receipt off. "Thanks. Bye." He bid her farewell as brusquely as possible, glancing down at the ragged piece of paper she'd handed him. It read 'P. Turner & 1 guest, one twin room, 1 night.' he crumpled it up and shoved it deep in the inside pocket of his jacket. “Am I to put on a show for the men”? Dumping her helmet, jacket and boots by the door they moved to the open plan kitchen and Tony casually enquired whether she was hungry, and Julie wasn't sure whether the rumblings in her tummy were hunger Floggers or lust, so she just nodded dumbly. What is more, within the hour you will be in college with Professor Tholeman. God, it felt amazing. I remembered how long it was since the boxes had paddling otk strapping flogging office stockings gone and wondered how many men had had a good look up my skirt without me knowing it. My hard-on was practically bursting out of my pants as I entered my hotel room and headed into the bathroom where I promptly masturbated in the shower. I started to pant with ass flogging the effort, but try as I might, I just could not manage to wedge the tip of my finger inside. He pulled it up on google and saw that it was close by, not far from where they’d met. Trevor told Mitch that coach hung out at the local coffee house after school. I said that maybe we hold off on that for the moment and let’s just get you in the shower and washed off. It was a harmless, pleasant fantasy. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. Once him and Kevin left the house, I went and changed.


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She had walked into Fred's bar earlier that same evening, and had sat down on the bar stool at the bar, right beside John. There was really nothing spectacular about the way that this 27-year-old lady looked, or dressed. She was wearing a loose-fitting beige sweater, faded blue jeans and some dark-brown cowboy boots, with her jeans tucked neatly inside them. Her shoulder-length, brunette hair was perfectly-parted right down the middle to form thick ponytails that were hanging down on each side of her head. Her twin ponytails were way too long and thick to be called pigtails, even though that's what they technically were. And she had each ponytail tied up with a narrow piece of royal blue ribbon, done up in almost-identical bows hanging over the top of each ear. She had a rather plain-looking unremarkable face, accented with only the minutest touch of makeup, which did help to make her face look a little bit more attractive than it really was. And she had a slender, boyish-looking body medical mask that no guy in his right mind would ever describe as being "built like a brick shit-house." But then John wasn't exactly a "Mel Gibson" either. He was already at least 35 pounds overweight, with most of that excess fat being deposited around his stomach and waist, in the classic "tire-tube pattern" that middle-aged wives are all too familiar with. He had thick brown hair, which was about the only thing that he had in common with the lady just described in the previous paragraphs. And John was already going prematurely bald. But he had enough hair covering the rest of his body to more than make up for the noticeable lack-of-hair on the very top of his head. He wore brown horn-rimmed glasses, was a high-end computer analyst by profession, and most of the women who knew him considered him to be a nerdy type of guy. Definitely not the type of guy that a woman would normally get the hots for. But since John had money, and all of the exorbitant trappings to go along with it, he also had been blessed with the good fortune of being able to bed almost all of the women that he had ever actively tried to pick up. There are a lot of gold-diggers in this world, and John knew it. And he also didn't give a damn. Because the only thing he ever really wanted from any of those women that he picked up, was the use of their female genitals for a night or two. Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to let them know that fact in advance. Instead, John would always wait until he had first gotten what he had wanted, before he would finally "spill the beans," and let the woman know that she didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of establishing any kind of on-going relationship with him, or with his money. But tonight, John wasn't feeling particularly horny. And so he wasn't trying to pick up any women, although there were a few of them sitting at various locations throughout the small tavern. Instead, John was lost in his own thoughts and staring into the mirror behind the bar, when the sweater-and-boot-clad, girlish-looking woman approached him. The moment that she sat down beside him, she enthusiastically announced, "Hi, my name's Lisa Chadwick. What's yours?" Oh God, she sounds just like a Talking Barbie doll, John thought to himself. And a Talking Barbie doll was the last thing that John needed right now. Without even looking at her, he dryly replied, "John," and he automatically took another sip of his Colorado Bulldog. He was still lost in his own daydreams and unconsciously shaking his head, when she said, "I'm sorry. I really don't know how to go about doing this kind of thing any more. I guess I'll just go sit at a table or something." "No no, that's okay," he said, still half-way locked into his daydream state. "It's a free country. Go ahead and have a seat." "Are you sure about that?" John finally glanced over at her for a moment. "Look, lady, I don't bite. At least, not very hard. But I am guilty of howling at the moon from time to time. I guess it's just a trait that comes from being a Ridgeway." This was John's poor attempt at humor. He usually wasn't a very funny kind of guy. People tended to laugh at Doctor Help him much more often than they tended to laugh with him. So he immediately Fuck Doctor In Porn turned back towards his sickly-sweet drink, and tried to mentally transport himself back into the same daydream. "Play with your pussy," Jonathan commanded. Hers! She looked like she could sit up in the casket at any moment and that was always the look I strived for with my attractive female clients. Xxxxxxxxx I was a ragdoll between them shaking in time with their pounding. I threw my arms around both their necks. I wore the leather straps on my magical armor, which I loved even if it meant covering up my naked body and not Doctor Help showing off all my nubile beauty. She began emitting a soft purr, glancing around, smelling the air and intently listening to the breeze. I enjoy the show as mother and daughter kiss passionately under the hot water. As I lay awake in bed, medical Fuck Doctor In Porn mask breathing hard, I realized that I had just witnessed my Mother getting fucked, albeit by a sub-par penis. “Fu-uuuuck!” she wailed as her entire body trembled beneath me reaching her first orgasm.

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