Katie already knew what he was talking about, they had a tradition of measuring the dampness of panties of their customers, and they would be punished for it accordingly. "Get down on your knees slave!" Robb commanded. Katie was quick to oblige. She put her hands on her thighs, palm up and knelt in front of him, legs wide apart and her wet pussy on display...
I wake up, I stretch, I see it laying on my night stand. I run my hand over its rough hide. Warren's log, and I am giving it to him today. I dress quickly. I hope Izzy is in the kitchen. I have never been this excited about a log. Most of the logs are standard issue except for the name and the actual design. Most of my young men have never made it inside th...
Please note: This romance story has little sex in it until the very end. So if you're looking for a stroke story you'll have to look elsewhere. Couples in this story are Karen and Robb and Shelly and Vick. "How long have we known each other now Vick", Robb asked as the four of them were just starting to share a mixture of some wonderful deserts from the gr...
The summer of my eighteenth birthday was also the summer before senior year. I was the only young senior that I knew of to have a job that poured thousands of dollars into my checking account over the course of a single month. I was newly hired as an Affairs Assistant. But I had discovered in the middle of my interview that my boss intended to hire me to pr...
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"I'm telling you Joe we are not in violation of the contract and this hearing is just a waste of time." "That's what you always say Robb and yet most of the time you are breaching our work agreement." Robb Handel was bluffing and he could tell that Joe Vasquez knew it. Yet what could he do, he was stuck between the proverbial rock and hard place. He knew h...
Chapter 1 : The Game I saw her again today, just this evening. It's a small world, I know, especially our little world, but that's twice now, in a week. If I didn't know better, I'd think she was setting them up, going to places she thinks I'll be, but I do know better. She can't stand me. I tried not to look at her, or even to notice her too much. I can...
When I saw Mrs. Crowley at the supermarket I had to smile. The woman who worked down the hall from me looked as good in her recreation clothing as she did in her business attire. That was quite a compliment, because she was always impeccable with her work clothing. Prim and proper, nothing out of place, everything put together quite nicely. She was in the...
How could I put it? "See, Mrs. Dungham, if you could be so kind to free me of this, I will definitely raise your wage for cleaning the house." Or "Is it possible that this whole thing remain between me and you? And could you please hand me those panties?" Or perhaps "Ok, let's make a deal, close your eyes and make everything I tell you. Just close your...
It's mid afternoon and I stand at my kitchen window watching the young man work in my garden. There are certain advantages to having a great deal of money. Indulging my hobbies is one of them. My husband is rarely home. Wife seems to be my job description. Viewed that way as much by me as my husband. Somewhere around year two, when I complained of missing hi...