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Mary Gets to Meet Sandy - Part 2

Sandy is enjoying herself, and Mary goes along.

Mary couldn’t get Jane’s face out of her mind. “Can’t you go any faster?” Sandy called out. Mary didn’t think she could, but she tried. She was dragging Sandy’s third and final pair of suitcases up the stairs. The third floor would have been no problem with the elevator; but Sandy wanted her to walk. Of course, Mary walked. Sandy giggled. Breathing heavily, Mary pulled the large...Read On

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Mary Gets To Meet Sandy Part 3

Mary really wants Sandy to have fun.

“Will you hurry up with that down there? My bedroom is a real mess, I can’t get a good night’s sleep like that.” “Yes Sandy, I’m almost done.” Sandy was sitting at the kitchen table, and Mary was on her knees wiping up a puddle of coke from the floor. After several hours of cleaning and washing for Sandy, she was almost resigned to her new situation. Just enough, anyway, to have begun...Read On

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Miss L.J. Little Foot Bitch

Dominated By My Red headed Goddess

Everybody had left the office except for me and Laura. She started and to get ready to leave. She got her things and then came and sat next to me. She sat down in the chair and crossed her legs. Her feet were just dangling; I could smell her sweat mixed with her perfume. Just the thought of getting to play with her feet again, was enough to get my motor running. “I think you should go...Read On

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Mary Gets to Meet Sandy - Part 4

Mary is beginning to break down. Sandy prevails.

Sandy had moved in on Sunday. Monday morning, Mary started keeping secrets. They multiplied fast, and she got better at lying even faster. She was almost proud of it. Mary told her mother her budget wasn’t working out after all. Mum was incredibly sweet about it. She wouldn’t hear Mary apologize or put herself down. Paying your way through college was hard these days, much harder than it...Read On

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Right Or Wrong - Part-2

We felt sympathetic at the extremely obliging retired army officer leaving alone.

Some days passed off uneventfully. One particular morning, Sumi had made a new delicacy that she cooked for us. Before she went in to take a shower, she packed a portion of it in a Stainless steel box to be delivered to the Brigadier; as I was going out to go to the office. I hurriedly put the box in my bag, started my bike as usual and reached my office.  As I settled down in my chair...Read On