Chapter Thirty-Two
Jim and I pulled up to Doc’s place, it was a somewhat unannounced trip, we'd only
called him a few minutes before, while we were already on our way.
I’d dropped the Asian slut at the shop again before heading out, Annie or the
boys, they’d keep her occupied We were feeling a little bored, and Doc always had
interesting shit going on.
Doc’s place was away from all prying eyes, of course. My dick ached and started to
throb as we got closer, it always did when I visited him, never really knowing what

CHAPTER FIVE
    Max couldn‘t help eye­ing Eva Kend­all with a cer­tain amount of de­sire. As he lounged back in his re­cliner while Kim waited on them, he stud­ied Eva. A funny long­ing feel­ing was form­ing deep in his gut.
    The wo­man was a can­did­ate for hot looks. And, Max knew that un­der those clothes was a fine body. His gaze moved from the tailored, satin blouse to the trim black slacks that hugged her hips.
    „Think­ing of old times?“ Bob asked, start­ling Max and mak­ing him flush.

It's just a house. Yes, just a plain 'ole house in the country, sandwiched between miles of open farmland -- where a human scream might not be heard by distant neighbors. As far as you can tell, no one lives here anymore. So enter at your own risk.

Chapter Five
I woke up with Monique in my arms. I could feel her body tense against mine as I
moved, and I wondered if she'd got any sleep at all during the night?
I'd slept wonderfully, I didn't wake up once. I'd thought for sure I'd have needed to
cum, but it hadn't worked out that way.
"Good morning slave." I brushed the hair out of her eyes. "Are you disappointed I
didn't fuck you in the night?" Monique remained silent, I could sense the incredible
disdain she was feeling and I thrust my finger in her pussy.

Chapter One

Betti Watson felt that hot, shiver tinge spasm through. her virgin cunt as she rocked her slim hips from side to side on the chaise lounge. Her electric-blue bikini bottom was snuggling up against her hot, swelling cuntlips, the silky material rubbing so nicely against her milky-soft pussylabes. The sensation was shockingly good, even better than the way those two patches were getting her stiff, rose-pink nipples going.

Tuesday
slave awoke before Master and showered and applied color to mouth and nipples/areoles. Master awoke as i was walking back into the bedroom. He told me what to order for breakfast while He showered. Master was still brushing His teeth when Room Service knocked on the door.

"Let them in o. Just write the tip on the bill and sign it."

"But Master…" The second knock startled me, and made me realize that i was about to argue with Master, which, i have been trained, is never a good idea.

I could never finish this story. I couldn't decide what to do next. If
anything, there were too many possibilities, rather than too few. I put an "end
of part one" at the bottom, assuming I'll finish it one day.

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