Peter ist ein mittelmäßig erfolgreicher Börsenmakler, der allerdings der spielsüchtig ist. Er versucht sein Glück immer wieder in illegalen Clubs. Mal Roulette, mal Poker, aber meistens versucht er sein Glück beim Black Jack. Immer wieder glaubt er ein System gefunden zu haben, dass es ihm ermöglicht die Summen zurück zu gewinnen, die er in den Wo-chen davor...
Teresa was a very goodhearted woman and sure that what she was doing for the church was for the good. There was no doubt that the Catholic Church was facing a situation where increasing number of priests were starting ordination but leaving without completing their courses. The Catholic Church knew that it could not just throw these people, who had been so d...
I was born and raised in the little town of Roadville. The only reason the town of Roadville existed was that we were half way between a lot of other important places. Thus, there was need for gas stations, vehicle repair services, low-end restaurants, bars and girlie places. There was also a need for people to staff the various dead end jobs available in R...
Barbara quickly tidied up the library so she could get to work. As she hollered out, "Last call," she noticed one guy pretending not to pay attention to her. She walked over and turned off his monitor. He tried to charm her for extra time but she was having none of it. She told him to get out. As he walked out the door, Barbara couldn't help but notice that...
After what was one of the best nights of sex ever in my life, the next day started out with the phone ringing at about 10:00am. Sam answered the phone half asleep still, but she was instantly wide awake when the person on the other end, Jay, said "SARAH?" She dropped the phone on the bed and flopped back down on the bed to pretend she never answered the phon...
It was a rare night out for them. In to town, a meal, a few drinks and a dance, finally to the casino for a turn on the roulette wheel. She was wearing a new zebra print skirt: short and tight, emphasising her butt. A pair of pointed toe black boots, which reached to just below her knee, leaving between the skirt and boot a stretch of tanned thigh. Undernea...
"If you let Countess Dracula up there take your cock in her mouth," Nicole asked as we made our way under cover of night up the long and winding road to the castle, "how do you know you'll ever get it back out again?" "Ah, but that's the fun of it, my little cupcake," I informed her, giving her invisible nude bottom an affectionate fondle. "Of all the games...
"Please, not here", I sobbed. My blonde hair falling across my eyes as my shoulders shook. His eyelids heavy, bored, watching me in silence. He knew I would. I had no choice. "Not here. These people know me. They know my family." Pleading, tears in my eyes. No answer. He just lifted the napkin from his lap, leaned back a bit in the booth. Those eyes crushing...
My name is Jack. My wife Jane is twenty nine, five feet six and has a decent figure even though her tits are just average size. But after six years of marriage our sex life had become very boring and routine, at least until the night it all got started. We met a couple, Karen and Mike, at a party and we wound up having sex with them in their hotel suite. The...
There wasn't an adult in the land that didn't know what her family did. There wasn't a tabloid editor on Fleet Street that hadn't paid out hard cash for sex tapes containing her or her family. They were notorious; famous almost. Salacious details of the exploits became Internet folklore, the stuff of legend. Everyone knew of the McAllister family. The fathe...