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A story by Downing Street, twisted and re-posted with his permission

Everyone knows by now that Downing Street is Homer's favorite writer. His way of telling how uptight women gradually are transformed into tarty sluts is without peer. But is it "conceivable" that he is telling the "full" story? The "expanded" consequences of these changes "bear" further examination.

I

"This is the best deal you have any reason to expect, Cromwell," the woman said coldly; "I suggest you take it."

Cromwell looked back at the slender blonde in the masculine black suit, barely noticing the sheaf of papers in her hand. He felt utterly defeated. Even his own lawyer thought he was scum. "Penelope, can't we fight this?"

If anything, the lawyer's voice became even colder. "First of all, my name is 'Ms. Parnell, ' not 'Penelope.' Second, your former employee has a case against you on which the court will convict. Especially with one of the best legal firms in the city behind her. Take the plea bargain. And try to remember this the next time you feel like assaulting your secretary." She tossed the papers in front of him and sat down behind her polished desk.

Cromwell sat there, feeling numb. He stared past her for a moment, out the second-story window. The trees lining the street were brilliant in the early autumn sunshine, indifferent to the morass his life had fallen into.

"Penelope," he tried again, "I mean Ms. Parnell. It, it wasn't like that. I didn't mean anything. Hell, I was drunk, it was a party, everybody was fooling around, having a good time. I just got a little carried away. She led me on."

"She has videotape," the blonde lawyer snapped back, "and multiple witnesses. Her case is airtight."

"But, but those witnesses are all her friends. Of course they'll corroborate her story; the judge will see that."

"The judge will also hear testimony from each witness that you made persistent and inappropriate advances to all of them too, won't he." Her blue eyes flashed.

Cromwell hung his head. How could this be happening? Two weeks ago he had gotten a little loose at a company party, nothing that hadn't happened a dozen times before. Now that little minx of a secretary, barely 20 years old, was dragging him through the mud and making his life hell. He shook his head. The damndest thing was that the girl had the most awesome legs. Irrelevant, but still true.

At last he said, "I need some time to think about this."

Ms. Parnell said, "Don't take too long about it. The trial gets underway day after tomorrow. The deal drops the criminal charges if you settle for the full amount in the civil suit. That option won't be available once the case is in session. I'd like to get this off my desk."

For a moment Cromwell rebelled. He was being shuffled aside like so much paperwork! "You're supposed to be MY lawyer!" he charged.

The blue-eyed blonde was unmoved. "Not my idea, Cromwell. I'm only on this case at all because Mr. Ferguson doesn't want to touch it. I can see why. I have other cases to deal with, real people with real problems; I haven't got time to waste on a middle-aged cad who treats his employees as playmates for his sexual gratification."

For a long moment they glared at each other. Her hair was tied up in a businesslike bun on the back of her head, hiding its true length. Her high cheeks, flushed with anger, were surprisingly pretty. She was young, not even a junior partner yet. She had been assigned to his case when Ferguson, his friend and confidant for years, had suddenly become "too busy" for him.

Cromwell rose and snatched the papers off her desk. "I'll look at these," he said, knowing he was conceding defeat.

Ms. Parnell did not get up. "Be in my office with the papers signed at 9:30 tomorrow. I need time to talk to the judge."

He let himself out.

Fifteen minutes later Cromwell was seated in his favorite chair at his regular club, nursing his wounds with a strong drink. It wasn't his fault, he told himself for the one thousandth time. It was all a set-up.

Things hadn't been going well at home. His wife was incredibly sexy, but had lost interest in sex; maybe she'd never really had any. He loved her, but, rebuffed each night and morning, he went to work each morning horny and frustrated, which combined with his driven personality to make him short-tempered and sullen. More and more he found himself noticing all the attractive young women in the office.

Then one day Tawny had waltzed into his office, pert, cheerful and gorgeous. She announced, as if she had just won a school prize, that Human Resources had made her his new secretary. Cromwell had been stung. She was perfect. She was beautiful. She came to work each morning in yet another foxy miniskirt, apparently unaware of Cromwell's weakness for legs on high heels, unlike his wife who WAS aware and refused to wear them. She seemed so innocent...

He sipped his Scotch, staring at the floor.

"Quite a jolly mess, isn't it?" said the man beside him.

Cromwell looked up. "Excuse me?"

The man put down the newspaper that had hidden him so effectively. He was thin and bespectacled. "This mire you've gotten yourself into, Mr. Cromwell. This awful legal proceeding."

"Excuse me," Cromwell said again, "Do I know you? I don't think I remember--"

The man interrupted him smoothly. "Just look at your situation. You're facing both a private suit and a criminal prosecution. Your adversary is a twenty-year-old secretary the judge will love. I understand you've drawn Judge Martha Harris; a competent jurist, but something of a crusader on harassment issues. The case against you is formidable, even though there is no convincing evidence of impropriety on your part, aside from inebriation. If you decide to fight it, the best you can hope for is a conditional discharge and a criminal record. Or you can accept the sleazy deal they're offering and pay a six-figure sum for having too much to drink at a party."

"What --," blustered Cromwell, "Who are you? How do you know all --"

"Have you considered the, ah, social implications of your predicament?" the man asked, ignoring Cromwell's questions. "How much respect will you retain at work once your whole staff sees you convicted as a lecher? What will be your chances at that vice-presidency you have worked toward for so long? You will probably have great difficulty even finding a new secretary. Not to mention the effect on business when word of this gets out to your customers. Most important of all: how long do you think you can hide this little adventure from your wife?"

"You leave my wife out of this!" Cromwell stormed, fighting to keep his voice down. Then, after a moment: "She will ... understand."

The thin man regarded Cromwell patiently through his dark-framed glasses. "Certainly she will ... understand. She will understand that you have handed her powerful new ammunition with which to belittle and intimidate you any time she wants something. She will understand how to exact a steep and continuing price for her forgiveness; she will understand how to use this incident to get her own way for years to come. She'll never have to fuck you again."

Cromwell felt his face flush with anger. He started to say something, but the other man raised a hand, cutting him off. "Please, Mr. Cromwell, be honest with yourself. Your wife is a self-centered, manipulative bitch. She married you for money and prestige. I suspect you were so bedazzled by her looks that you didn't see her true nature. I can't say I blame you: fabulous tits and fucked like a banshee before you married her, didn't she?" He spoke in the same tones a man might use while discussing England's chances in the World Cup.

Cromwell leaned toward him, his face a thundercloud. "Now look here, whoever you are, I --"

"Mr. Cromwell," the man interrupted, "when was the last time your wife allowed you to make love?"

Cromwell said nothing for a long moment. He looked away. Finally, in a low voice, he asked: "How do you know all this?"

"We do our homework," the man replied. "Thorough background research is the key to ensuring our clients are satisfied."

"What? Clients?"

The man reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew a plain white business card. He handed it to Cromwell. "I represent a company that specializes in situations like yours," he explained. "I believe we can help you."

Cromwell said: "I already have a lawyer."

"Ah yes, MS Parnell," the man responded, buzzing the title ironically as if they were discussing golf. He folded his hands like a steeple. "Your lawyer is part of your problem. She is an ambitious, if sexy little sourpuss who only wants to put this whole matter behind her. You need a more permanent solution."

Cromwell studied the man sitting next to him. He was tall and proper. Dressed in a conservative grey suit and tasteful silk tie, he could have been an investment banker or a professor of economics. He spoke with a crisp, slightly British accent.

"Permanent solution? What are you talking about?" Cromwell asked, intrigued in spite of himself.

"I mean, quite simply, that we can make this whole ugly situation go away," the man said evenly. "Disappear. Vanish. Cease to be a vexation to your spirit."

"You can win my court case?"

"We can do better than that. We can have all the charges withdrawn, with an apology. We can make the parties involved regret that they ever displeased you and sincerely want to make you happy. We can do away with all these petty annoyances that are preventing you from enjoying life as it ought to be enjoyed. In short, Mr. Cromwell, we can FIX things."

"But, but -- I still don't understand. How do you propose to do this?"

The man flexed his fingers for a moment. "I'd rather not go into the methods themselves. In any case it's rather technical. When you have decided to go ahead, just call the number on that card. They will take care of fee transfers and scheduling. I urge you to call soon, today if possible. We don't have a great deal of lead time."

Cromwell was staring at him, nonplussed. Was he really having this conversation? "How-- how much?" he found himself saying. The man beside him named a figure that made Cromwell's eyes go round. "It's entirely reasonable," he explained, "when you consider what you receive in return. Besides, it's less than you would pay in legal fees and penalties, assuming the suit against you is successful."

Cromwell stopped to consider. The man had a point; the court case was bound to cost him dearly. And if they could do what he said they could do...

His companion got to his feet, folding the newspaper neatly beneath his arm. "Do give us a call this afternoon if you can. You won't regret it. Good day, Mr. Cromwell." He walked away briskly.

Cromwell stayed behind. He looked at the business card in his hand. It was entirely blank but for a telephone number, printed exactly in the middle. Cromwell couldn't decide if that was the strangest thing, or whether it was the fact that the man beside him had been reading the Times of India.

Two hours later, Cromwell was sitting in his office, still staring at the business card. The chill in the office when he came in had been palpable. Friends and colleagues avoided him. People whispered behind his back. His outer office was empty. Tawny had been transferred, at her request. Human Resources had decided it would be best if Cromwell got by without a secretary, for the time being. He picked up the telephone and dialed the number.

"Hello! Thank you for calling," said a sexy female voice.

"Uh. Hello. Uh, yes. My name is Cromwell, I--"

"Oh, yes, Mr. Cromwell!" The voice sounded delighted. "Have you decided to go ahead with the procedure?"

"Well, I, I guess, I mean, I think -- Listen, I'd like to know a little more about it."

"Oh, don't worry about the details. Trust me, you'll love our work. Did our representative talk to you about the fee?"

"Yes. Yes, he did. Shouldn't I meet with your people to discuss my case?"

"No need for that. We have all the information we need in our files. We can begin as soon as the funds are transferred."

"But, but, I still don't understand --"

"Mr. Cromwell," the voice said pointedly, "we offer a full money- back guarantee. None of our clients has ever asked for a refund."

There was silence for a long moment. Eventually Cromwell said: "How do I pay the fee?"

"Make an electronic transfer to this account." She named an account number of a bank in the Cayman Islands. "You've made the right decision, Mr. Cromwell. We'll get right to work. Oh, one more thing. Did you write that account number down on a piece of paper?"

"Yes."

"When you're through, throw it away, won't you? Bye now."

Cromwell hung up the telephone. He turned to his computer and transferred a large sum of money to an offshore account. He took the sheet of paper with the bank and account number written on it and dropped it through the paper shredder. Then he went home.

Cromwell's wife was not home when he arrived. There was nothing unusual about that. Shana was usually out, ostensibly shopping, or running him down with one of her rich friends, or playing tennis, or participating in any of the innumerable events that constituted the social whirl in which she lived. In fact Cromwell suspected she was having her gears oiled regularly by some stud at her gym.

Cromwell didn't mind. He was grateful for the free time. He still hadn't told Shana about the court case. He was not looking forward to the fireworks.

Shana did not come home for dinner. When she hadn't returned by late evening, Cromwell began to worry. It wasn't like Shana to go so long without calling. He stayed up late, nursing a drink. When Shana still hadn't returned by midnight, he decided he might as well go to bed.

He was awakened in the night by the sound of movement. He turned on the bedside lamp. Shana was there, changing into her nightgown. She looked haggard.

"Shana!" Cromwell cried. "At last. Where have you been?"

His wife looked at him wanly. "Honey, I'm really tired." She clambered into bed beside him and closed her eyes. She actually seemed to smuggle close.

Cromwell stared at her incredulously. "Shana, it's --" he glanced at the bedside clock -- "it's 3 a.m.! Where have you been?"

"mm not sure," she mumbled, without opening her eyes. "Thin' I wzz 'ducted. These two men ... put me 'n van."

"WHAT!" He sprang up in bed. "What? I mean, how? Who? Did they hurt you? Are you all right? Shana?"

His wife was breathing regularly, fast asleep, a slight smile on her face.

After a moment Cromwell turned off the lamp. He stared into the darkness, perplexed. This had been one strange day. He lay down and his wife schoonched against him for the first time in years.

Cromwell was having a dream. It was a pleasant, erotic dream. It had something to do with a beautiful secretary seducing him. His eyes fluttered open. Early morning sunlight poured through the bedroom windows. His bed covers had been pulled back. His wife was astride him, on her knees, slowly and lovingly lowering herself onto his cock.

"Wha?" said Cromwell.

Shana raised her glistening cunt lips from his member for just a moment. "Good morning honey," she cooed, looking at with enraptured devotion. "Did you sleep well?"

Evidently it was a rhetorical question, because she immediately lowered herself and her pussy drew him back in. Cromwell groaned. Through the intensely pleasurable sensations that Shana was producing, his mind registered astonishment. In the nearly seven years that they had been married, Shana had ridden him exactly twice, both times with ill grace and only when he had made it a condition for granting some especially extravagant indulgence. Now she was spontaneously giving him the best cowgirl fuck he'd ever experienced. Shana did something with her cunt muscles and Cromwell twitched.

There was something else odd too. As he watched his wife's pussy slide eagerly up and down his tool, Cromwell realized Shana was already wearing her make-up. Earrings too. The big gold ones he had bought her but she had never worn, flashed and flew about as she bounced. She was dressed in a red, strapless teddy, a Valentine's or Anniversary gift from years ago but which until now Shana had refused to put it on. "Whorish," she had judged. The cups thrust her half-covered chest up and out, highlighting her spectacular tits. Her legs were clad in shiny stockings with ribbons and bows on the garters. Her gaudiest pair of high-heeled red pumps were on her feet.

How early had she gotten up to prepare for this? And whatever for? Cromwell tried to ask a question, but Shana bent down and put her tongue in his mouth. Nothing came out but a squeaky gasp. Then she began to fuck him hard, long hair flying on each downstroke. She brought Cromwell to the brink in moments. Groaning, he reached behind him with both hands and clasped the headboard. A moment later she had impaled herself on him hard. His back arched upward and he erupted like a geyser into her dripping cunt.

The relief was exquisite. Shana stayed with him, riding hungrily until at last he subsided into sighs and twitches. She licked him clean when she reluctantly let his softening shaft slip out of her pussy. "There," she said with satisfaction, "isn't that a nice way to start the day?"

Without giving her astonished husband a chance to answer, she slid gracefully to her feet. "Don't hurry about getting up, honey," she said. "I'll get your breakfast while you shower, 'K?" She slipped on a long, transparent robe, and without pausing to do it up, sauntered out of the room, unconcerned that a thick glob of semen was sliding down her leg.

Cromwell lay there for a long time, catching his breath. What on earth had gotten into Shana? She only LET him fuck her when she wanted something; she never took the initiative, never seemed to enjoy it, never NEEDED it. Sex was just her most effective means of manipulating him. He went to the bathroom for his shower. Shana had laid out clean towels.

When Cromwell walked into the kitchen a little while later, straightening his necktie, he received another shock. Food was sizzling on the stove, filling the room with delicious smells. Shana was sashaying about the kitchen, humming to herself. She seemed perfectly at home in her high heels.

Shana cooking? For a moment Cromwell didn't know what to think. If someone had asked him, what is the one thing your wife is less likely to do than wake you up with an early morning fuck, Cromwell would have answered: cook breakfast for him. "Uh, Shana?" he said uncertainly.

His wife turned to him, beaming. "Hi honey! Come and sit down, breakfast is almost ready." She gestured to the kitchen table, where an elaborate setting was waiting for him.

"But, but, wait a minute. Last night, you were out, late; you said you had been abducted."

She gave him an amused look. "Abducted? Don't be silly. Yesterday I went out shopping with Nichole, and then ... Well, I don't remember. Come on, sit. Don't let the toast get cold."

Cromwell sat. Breakfast was excellent. He sipped his coffee, watching his wife totter about the kitchen with a wary eye. The outfit she was wearing clearly reminded him of how she had gotten him to marry her in the first place. Below the rich cascades of cinnamon brown hair her figure was perfect: smooth, curved and sensuous, leading downward to the flawlessly tapering legs that seemed to go on forever. Despite what Shana had already done for him that morning, Cromwell felt his cock stir.

Eventually, however, he had to face reality. "Shana," he said, "come here and sit down for a moment. We have to talk."

"Of course, darling," Shana chirped. She approached the table, but instead of taking the seat next to his, she slid into his lap. "What would you like to talk about?" She slid both arms around his neck. This action brought Cromwell distractingly close to those mesmerizing mounds that the man in the club had so accurately described as "fabulous". He felt himself stiffening.

He drew a deep breath. "Shana, there's something I have to tell you. Tomorrow morning, I have to appear in court to answer charges."

She stroked his hair. "Oh, darling, that's awful. Do you want me to go with you?"

"Wh-what?" It wasn't the response he had been expecting.

"You know, to keep you company. I'd be glad to come along if you want."

"Uh, no, that won't be necessary." She hadn't even asked what the charges were.

She brightened. "In that case, do you mind if I do a little shopping?"

Cromwell was confused again. Since when did Shana feel she needed permission to spend his money? "Uh, no, I guess not," he answered cautiously. "What in particular did you have in mind?"

She leaned closer, presenting him with an even better view of her glorious globes. Her voice sank an octave. "Well, I know how fond you are of teddies and things. But this is the only one I have." She frowned prettily, as if puzzled by how this sad state of affairs could have arisen. "I'd like to get more pretty new things. You know, for just around the house, for you." Her fingers gently massaged the back of his neck.

"Oh, uh, I see. Well, yes then, please, go right ahead!" He looked at his watch. "Oops, honey, I have to get going. It's almost nine, and I have to meet my lawyer at 9:30. I'd better get to the office."

Shana planted little kisses on his cheek. "You could do that, I s'pose," she whispered, snuggling up close. "You could hurry off to the office, just for half an hour." She paused to kiss him very thoroughly. "Or," she husked, her lips close to his, "you could stay here to eat your very horny wife."

Was this Shana? She had never allowed his lips to approach her pussy. She kissed him yet again and slipped her hand down to his iron-hard prick to sway his decision. She succeeded.

It was well past 9:30 by the time Cromwell wrestled himself from between the arms and legs of his newly amorous wife. A long session between her thighs leading to several mouthfuls of Shana's cum naturally led to another fuck, this one from behind with Shana clawing the sheets and chewing the pillow as Cromwell pounded her. Daylight and doggie sex were two other firsts for Shana who heretofore had only permitted missionary with the lights out and never allowed herself to orgasm. Even after he had come into her overheated, spasming pussy, Shana begged him to leave it in her for a little while longer.

He called the law office from his cell phone on the way to apologize for being late. The receptionist told him that Ms. Parnell had been detained in an earlier meeting, and would not be available to meet with him until later. She would call when she was free. Cromwell turned around and headed for the office.

The law office had not called by noon, so Cromwell called them. The receptionist told him that Ms. Parnell was "out", but she promised to call back. Cromwell called again near the end of the day. The receptionist, now clearly covering for Parnell's absence, passed him on to another lawyer, equally junior.

"Ms. Parnell has been called away from the office for a day or so," the man lied, "so I'll take your case in her absence. I understand we have a plea bargain in place, so the court appearance is mostly a formality."

Cromwell hung up the telephone, frowning. Why didn't anybody know where Parnell had gone?

As he drove the few miles home from his office, Cromwell turned to wondering about Shana. Perhaps her behavior that morning had been a ploy, softening him up for a megadose of bitchiness or some new bank-account shattering purchase. Shana put that idea to rest when she greeted him at the door in a black velvet bustier that thrust out the flawless half-moons of her chest without covering the nipples, matching black velvet panties, shimmering dark pantyhose and funky black ankle boots.

Cromwell had a bit of a weakness for heavy ankle boots, but he could remember the row it had caused when he shared that secret with his indignant wife. Right at that moment, as he watched Shana slink toward him with a look of almost predatory lust, Cromwell was surprised he could remember his middle name. She melted into his arms, kissing him as if he had just returned from six months in the jungle. "Come on in and have a drink, darling," she urged. "Dinner's almost ready."

Dinner was sumptuous and delicious. Shana did not change to eat. She sat across from him, her distended, red-topped nipples on full display, and gazed at her husband adoringly. Cromwell barely noticed the food.

After dinner Shana insisted that Cromwell relax with a second drink while she modeled all the pretty things she had bought that afternoon. She put soft music on the stereo and slowly changed out of one exotic outfit and into another in front of him, getting thoroughly worked up in the process. She was less than half way through the collection before she became too wound up to continue. Cromwell was hard, anyway, and they ended up back in bed again, or rather in an urgent rut on the livingroom rug, which was as far as Shana could go before getting Cromwell stuffed into her.

They made it into bed eventually. Cromwell hoped the neighbours hadn't heard Shana screaming out his name during her orgasms. The next morning, his wife once again roused him without an alarm clock, allowing him to eat her to multiple orgasms for the second time in their marriage before insisting on riding him to an orgasm that delayed his arising.

II

Cromwell did manage to make it to the law office on time the next morning, but it was a near thing. Shana had decided that there was no need to wear underwear beneath her black lace bodystocking "just around the house", but nevertheless opted for the high-heeled, mirror-black pumps. She had a regular luncheon with some of the other rich wives in the neighborhood. When Cromwell mentioned it she waved a hand and told him she would rather stay home and clean house. She saw him off only after insisting he take her one last time bent over the counter in the kitchen, proving the wisdom of her decision to dispense with undergarments.

"Probably just as well you didn't take this to trial," Cromwell's new lawyer told him as they waited in the courtroom. "I wouldn't relish tangling with that lot." He nodded toward the other bench. Cromwell's substitute lawyer was a young black man, thin and earnest.

Tawny was sitting on the other side of the courtroom, accompanied by two lawyers, both older and clearly experienced. She was dressed conservatively, in a very long grey skirt, worlds away from the cheerful little minis she used to wear to the office. Her hair was pulled back in a bun, giving her the look of an old fashioned school mistress, not the little vixen who had come onto him at the party, practically begging to be fucked. She didn't meet Cromwell's eyes.

A back door opened and the judge entered the room. Judge Harris was younger than Cromwell expected. She would have been pretty but for the air of harried impatience about her. Black robes swished as she marched to her seat behind the bench.

"Well, what have we got this morning," she said briskly, shuffling papers. "Sleikbody vs. Cromwell. I understand the parties have agreed to a resolution to this unfortunate business." She looked over at Cromwell's table as if examining some lower life form. "Excuse me Counsellor, but I have a Ms. Parnell listed on this case."

Cromwell's lawyer got to his feet. "Uh, yes, that's correct Your Honor, but my colleague is, uh, indisposed at this moment and, uhm, hasn't been able to attend. However, no formal representation will be required, as we have negotiated an out-of-court settlement with the aggrieved party. My client is willing to --"

The door to the courtroom burst open. "Wait! No plea bargain!" cried a female voice. Heads turned toward the attractive blonde rushing into the room. "So sorry I'm late, Your Honor." She stumbled up to Cromwell's desk and flung her briefcase on the table. "Penelope Parnell, representing Mr. Cromwell." She rested a hand on his shoulder.

"Penelope! What the hell?" her associate whispered.

"Ms. Parnell, what is the meaning of this?" the judge demanded.

Cromwell was wondering that himself. Ms. Parnell looked different. She was wearing a fetching pink suit over a frilly white blouse. Cromwell couldn't remember seeing Parnell in anything except black pantsuit. The skirt on the suit was rather brief for a barrister to wear to court, especially with the pink high heels she had chosen to go with it. Still, as he admired Parnell's shapely legs Cromwell couldn't imagine anyone complaining. She had changed her hair too, letting the tight curls flow loosely down her back, with two locks trained to fall on each side of her face.

"I beg the court's pardon," Ms. Parnell said formally. "I was detained by ... an urgent medical situation. However, I am prepared to go forward with this case as planned, so with my colleague's permission I will take over from here." She squeezed Cromwell's shoulder possessively.

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The Queen and Her Court By Shawna Stimple Billy Summers entered his high school, still very nervous that any day now, the world would come crashing down around him. It was only a week prior, that his sister had her friends, played Barbie with him and his friends. The boys were all grounded for skipping school the day they walked into the commons to find pictures of their feminine alter egos, with the entries for homecoming court. The took off on the spot, and ran to the barber shop,...

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This tale is based very loosely on that old TV show. Night Court Dan Fielding is brought to face his acts. Bailiff Bull Shannon's voice rang out. "All rise. Here ye, here ye, here ye. Criminal Court is now in session. The Honorable Harold T. Stone presiding." The Court Clerk Mac Robinson came over to Judge Stone. "There is only one case tonight your Honor. The State of New York vs. Fielding." Judge Stone said, "Which Fielding is that Mac?" "Dan Fielding Your Honor." said...

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Across the AlleyChapter 3 Court Wife and Money

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Food Court 2

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TRAFFIC COURT

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Food Court Frolic

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TRAFFIC COURT

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The Spanking Court

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Green DoomChapter 9 Uproar at Court

Nurm's closed carriage moved unobtrusively through the crowded city streets. The early afternoon sun blazed down with all its tropical fury, but the men, women and children abroad in its heat seemed to scurry about with the energy of insects from a disturbed hive. Shantar looked about warily as he followed Nurm and his two cloaked and hooded 'demons' up the broad palace steps. He felt naked without the comforting weight of his sword at his belt, useless as it would have been against the...

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Briannas MasterChapter 7 The Court Decision

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Steamy hot fucking of best friend in badminton court 8211 Part 3

Hey guys, this is the third part of the events that unfolded after our badminton session. To know more, read the previous parts. It’s been a week now, I and Kalpana would make out in college whenever we got the chance and I would slap her ass when no one is around. Sometimes, I would squeeze her ass when we were in a crowd. She sucked my dick dry many times in the college washroom and would swallow my cum. Now, we were friends with benefits. One day, I got a call from Mani (my badminton coach...

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HeadacheChapter 9 A Day In Court

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Court Records Chapter One

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The Ball Is In Your Court

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Starting OverChapter 16 Court Appearance

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A WellLived Life 2 Book 4 ElyseChapter 23 Court Martial

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Court Record Chapter Five

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The Rogues Harem Book 2 Chapter 4 The Faerie Queens Court

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Court Records Chapter Two

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Full Court Press

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Court Record Chapter Eight

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The New Court Jester

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Sex on Tennis Court 1

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The First CommandChapter 20 Excerpts from CourtMartial Records

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The World of Erasthay the Son of LustChapter 55 The Court of the Naga Empress

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Steamy hot fucking of best friend in badminton court 8211 Part 2

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The Ball Is In Your Court Part 3

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