The desk

“I won’t go any lower than twelve.” I was sweating, but Mr. Johnson looked calm. He’d been calm for the whole fucking negotiation, all forty-five minutes of it. He was slouched in his black leather[…]

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Therapy

"So tell me, Janelle," asked Dr. Scott, "in your own words, what do you think the problem is!?!" Janelle, with her head down, looked furtively over at her husband, Kurt who was sitting silently in[…]

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Awakening pt. 2

Mum carried on screaming and I carried on cumming in my sister’s face. She fell to her knees, and screamed again. Unfortunately my sister was trying to clean out her mouth with her tongue and[…]

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Raping silk

Michael had planned the night well. He had told Silk he had to stay late for an a meeting and so she had said she would meet him later at his house but that she[…]

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