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It was a door that she had assumed led to the Doctor's private washroom, it had always been locked, but it was ajar now. Curious, she pushed it open and went inside. She was surprised to find herself in a full bathroom.
Lisa's new place was virtually empty, as she hadn't technically moved in yet. About the only smart thing she did was decide to paint before she moved her furniture and such from her old apartment, which was only a few streets away. Apart from a small TV, radio, cooler filled with Jell-O shots and Arbor Mist and painting supplies, the place was barren. Much to my chagrin when I discovered there wasn't any toilet paper earlier that day.
Nate grabbed his coat and his keys. Giving Sasha one final pat, he motioned Mike outside and then locked the place up tight. When they got to the driveway, Mike started towards his car, but Nate shook his head.
Once you have rested, you pull me up to kiss me again. We both enjoy your taste. I am ready to be inside you, but you roll me onto my back. It is my turn to be pleasured again. I want to be inside you. You straddle my legs and lift yourself over me. You gently drop down onto me. I slide in easily and you sit completely down, smiling at me as I look into your eyes. You do not move. I feel your warmth and wetness and am in heaven. Your pussy is wet and squeezes me just enough to keep me hard inside you.
"I don't know." Her face crossed and Paul realized she hadn't though about it before. "I'll think of something. Maybe . . . breakfast?"
=*=
Stacie was a looker when it came to the small town types, but her image would get swallowed up in the big city. She was about ten years my junior, but the daily pressures of child rearing and bad relationships gave her a five year handicap. She stood about 5'10" with naturally curled auburn hair that flowed past her shoulders, even though she kept it pinned up at work. Her eyes were a sparkling green that fluctuated like a barometer, gauging her emotional state. She had a decent body, but her weight wavered with each break up and make up Kevin. I trained myself to stop looking at her breasts that strained for freedom under her polyester uniform, but allowed myself carte blanche with her apple-bottomed butt when she wasn't looking.
'Yes… yes…'
"Your excuse is not necessary, Madison. Please see me in my office as soon as school is over today." Mr. Leon said as he turned around and walked away. He had a strange, but unique walk. I just stared wondering what was going to happen in these last few weeks I had left of school.
Her eyes were dark and almond shaped and she seemed to look right inside your most embarrassing memories whenever she held your gaze. Michael felt his face grow warm every time she caught him looking her way. Something in her manner said she knew about that incident in 3rd grade when he had accidentally set the playground on fire. He had the distinct impression she was laughing at him. But she was so intoxicating he was just happy to be able to offer her whatever she wanted. If she needed a laugh, he would gladly be her joke.
"You're Matt's mum, right?" he shouted, almost inaudibly.
I looked into Mark's eyes and replied, "Yes, that's it."
"Stop!" Leda interrupted, lifting her hands. "Just...stop. I need to think for a second."
"Yes, mistress," he mumbled, his head hanging down. She watched as he waddled slowly away from her. Wendy observed that he wasn't faking; he had chained himself so tightly that he could barely walk. She was still worried about the slack in the arm chains. He might be able to throw a loop around her and strangle her or drag her into some hellhole.
"Er...no I don't, what do I have to do?"
The arm now went from her waist to her bottom. The hand just rested there, not even squeezing, but it sent a shock thru her entire body.
Jenna giggled at me as I carried her across the deck. "I can't believe you wanna screw outside... Bro, you are so nut-ball crazy! Even so, she hardly made any move to squirm out of my arms and dash back inside the safety of the house.
Liz cleared her throat and took up the toy bag, unzipping it. Her hands searched inside the rather large leather bag for just the right instrument of torture. She brought out a small horsehair flogger, swishing it through the air to hint to Jade just what she intended, or was she teasing? Only time would tell. Taking out a pair of leather cuffs, Liz put the bag down and placed the cuffs on Jade's wrists, buckling them closed. She watched as Jade pulled on them to test her boundaries, something she did each and every time. Was she afraid she'd get loose or were they too tight? Liz swore one day she'd ask her girl but until then, she had other things on her mind.
"Uh, like wise" Jason stammered. "Is Cassie going to be okay? I hope that I didn't burn her too bad."
Lisa's new place was virtually empty, as she hadn't technically moved in yet. About the only smart thing she did was decide to paint before she moved her furniture and such from her old apartment, which was only a few streets away. Apart from a small TV, radio, cooler filled with Jell-O shots and Arbor Mist and painting supplies, the place was barren. Much to my chagrin when I discovered there wasn't any toilet paper earlier that day.
Nate grabbed his coat and his keys. Giving Sasha one final pat, he motioned Mike outside and then locked the place up tight. When they got to the driveway, Mike started towards his car, but Nate shook his head.
Once you have rested, you pull me up to kiss me again. We both enjoy your taste. I am ready to be inside you, but you roll me onto my back. It is my turn to be pleasured again. I want to be inside you. You straddle my legs and lift yourself over me. You gently drop down onto me. I slide in easily and you sit completely down, smiling at me as I look into your eyes. You do not move. I feel your warmth and wetness and am in heaven. Your pussy is wet and squeezes me just enough to keep me hard inside you.
"I don't know." Her face crossed and Paul realized she hadn't though about it before. "I'll think of something. Maybe . . . breakfast?"
=*=
Stacie was a looker when it came to the small town types, but her image would get swallowed up in the big city. She was about ten years my junior, but the daily pressures of child rearing and bad relationships gave her a five year handicap. She stood about 5'10" with naturally curled auburn hair that flowed past her shoulders, even though she kept it pinned up at work. Her eyes were a sparkling green that fluctuated like a barometer, gauging her emotional state. She had a decent body, but her weight wavered with each break up and make up Kevin. I trained myself to stop looking at her breasts that strained for freedom under her polyester uniform, but allowed myself carte blanche with her apple-bottomed butt when she wasn't looking.
'Yes… yes…'
"Your excuse is not necessary, Madison. Please see me in my office as soon as school is over today." Mr. Leon said as he turned around and walked away. He had a strange, but unique walk. I just stared wondering what was going to happen in these last few weeks I had left of school.
Her eyes were dark and almond shaped and she seemed to look right inside your most embarrassing memories whenever she held your gaze. Michael felt his face grow warm every time she caught him looking her way. Something in her manner said she knew about that incident in 3rd grade when he had accidentally set the playground on fire. He had the distinct impression she was laughing at him. But she was so intoxicating he was just happy to be able to offer her whatever she wanted. If she needed a laugh, he would gladly be her joke.
"You're Matt's mum, right?" he shouted, almost inaudibly.
I looked into Mark's eyes and replied, "Yes, that's it."
"Stop!" Leda interrupted, lifting her hands. "Just...stop. I need to think for a second."
"Yes, mistress," he mumbled, his head hanging down. She watched as he waddled slowly away from her. Wendy observed that he wasn't faking; he had chained himself so tightly that he could barely walk. She was still worried about the slack in the arm chains. He might be able to throw a loop around her and strangle her or drag her into some hellhole.
"Er...no I don't, what do I have to do?"
The arm now went from her waist to her bottom. The hand just rested there, not even squeezing, but it sent a shock thru her entire body.
Jenna giggled at me as I carried her across the deck. "I can't believe you wanna screw outside... Bro, you are so nut-ball crazy! Even so, she hardly made any move to squirm out of my arms and dash back inside the safety of the house.
Liz cleared her throat and took up the toy bag, unzipping it. Her hands searched inside the rather large leather bag for just the right instrument of torture. She brought out a small horsehair flogger, swishing it through the air to hint to Jade just what she intended, or was she teasing? Only time would tell. Taking out a pair of leather cuffs, Liz put the bag down and placed the cuffs on Jade's wrists, buckling them closed. She watched as Jade pulled on them to test her boundaries, something she did each and every time. Was she afraid she'd get loose or were they too tight? Liz swore one day she'd ask her girl but until then, she had other things on her mind.
"Uh, like wise" Jason stammered. "Is Cassie going to be okay? I hope that I didn't burn her too bad."
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