Driven Wild
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Judy was fiddling aimlessly with leftover paperwork. The first thing she had done when she had gotten to the office was check for the listing agreement. Her knees had begun shaking when she discovered that she had not locked her desk after all. But the Shein listing agreement was still safely hidden where she had left it.
Now she could only wait. She used the time to get caught up on her paperwork. Because interest rates were sky high, the real estate business was in a slump. Most people who wanted to buy couldn't get the loans they needed. And very few people wanted to sell. Anyone who could was grimly hanging on to what he had.
Which was what had driven Judy to take the desperate steps she had with Steven Shein. Now the die was cast. All she could do was wait. Mark's time on the kidney machine was drawing closer and closer to an end, making the waiting all the more difficult.
Judy jumped when the telephone rang, then grabbed it before the one other agent that was in could answer it.
"Mrs. Penncroft, this is Andrew McCarter," the voice on the other end said.
"Yes, sir," Judy responded, acutely conscious that the other salesman was listening to everything she said. "How are you today?"
"Fine, thanks."
"What can I do for you?" Judy asked, trying to make it sound like an ordinary inquiry.
"Mrs. Penneroft, we seem to have a problem" Mr. McCarter answered.
Judy's heart sank. "Oh?" she asked, trying to keep her fear from showing on either her face or in her voice.
"I've had a bit of a problem with the bank," McCarter continued. "They don't want to give me a mortgage."
"Why not?" Judy asked. She saw the other salesman eyeing her curiously, which made her even more cautious. She was searching for phrases and sentences that would give nothing away about the sale.
"They won't say, exactly."
"It's not you, is it?" Judy asked fearfully.
"No, definitely not," McCarter assured her "My credit is A- one. No, that's not the problem."
"Too expensive?" Judy pried.
"No. If they'd give me the mortgage they'd only want eight per cent. That's a bargain these days."
"Then I don't understand."
"They just don't seem to want to release the money," McCarter continued.
"That doesn't make any sense."
"I told them that. How can they make money if they don't loan out money is my philosophy. They gave me a runaround about not wanting to put that much money into one project. They also made some comment about being able to get a better return on short-term paper, rather than a thirty-year mortgage. I think they are trying to pull a stall, on the theory that the ceiling on interest rates is going to be raised again."
"That makes sense," Judy agreed.
"The man who is the problem is Milton Caldwell," McCarter went on.
"Why tell me?" Judy asked. She was relieved to note that her colleague in the office had gone back to his paperwork, but knew he still might be listening.
"I think there is a solution to the log-jam," McCarter explained. "I think that if you were to go and see Mr. Caldwell, you could change his mind."
"Huh?" Judy asked suspiciously.
"I think that this is a situation where your - ah - unique sales approach could tip the balance in our favor."
"But..."
"Mrs. Penncroft, if I don't get the mortgage, the entire deal is off," McCarter pointed out coolly. "If that should happen, where would that leave you - and your husband?"
Judy felt sick. She didn't want to do this - she didn't!
"Now, I really want to buy that house. And Shein definitely wants to sell. But there is nothing I can do to get that mortgage, and there is a great deal you can do."
"Yes," Judy agreed softly, reluctantly, a sour knot forming in her stomach. Tangled in with that knot of dismay were tight, gleaming threads of excitement.
"Caldwell is the man's name - Milton Caldwell. He's vice president in charge of something - notes I think it is."
"I know him a bit," Judy admitted. She had spoken with him on the telephone a couple of times and remembered his thin voice and precise phrasing.
"If anyone can change his mind, you can, Mrs. Penncroft," McCarter told her.
"Thank you," Judy replied, squeezing the words out of her constricted throat.
"I'll be looking forward to a call from Mr. Caldwell. Good- bye, Mrs. Penncroft."
"Good-bye," Judy said softly, then hung up.
"What was that all about?" the other agent asked. "Trouble?"
Judy tried to hide her shaking by shuffling papers. She didn't trust her voice, and said nothing.
"Something to do with Mark?" the man pried.
Judy clutched at that innocent explanation. "Yes, something to do with Mark," she answered. It wasn't really a lie, was it?
She knew what she had to do. She felt horror clutch at her as she contemplated the situation. The real horror was not that she was faced with whoring again. The true horror was the sick, vile, disgusting, perverted excitement she felt at the prospect. What was she becoming? Dear God, what kind of an animal was she becoming that she had the feeling that her prayers had been answered?
She checked her watch. Lunch time. "Are you going to be here this afternoon?" she asked.
The man nodded. "Damned if I know why, with business the way it is. But, I might as well sit here as sit at home. Maybe something will happen to break the monotony. You going out?"
Judy nodded. "I have to see Mark's specialist, after lunch," she lied, thinking quickly.
"Might as well take the whole afternoon, if you want it," the man told her. "I'll cover the phones."
"I'm not expecting any calls."
"See you tomorrow."
Judy hid her eyes behind her dark glasses once she was out on the sidewalk. Her heart was pounding hard as she turned toward the bank. She had no appetite for lunch at this point.
In the cool interior of the bank, Judy walked over to the low railing that set the offices apart. She had the hideous feeling that everyone knew what she was up to.
"I'd like to see Mr. Caldwall, please," she said softly.
"Certainly," the cool blonde receptionist replied. "Who shall I say is calling?"
"Penncroft, Mrs. Judy Penncroft." While the girl was on the phone, Judy watched the customers crossing the polished floor. She had the feeling they were all watching her.
"Mr. Caldwell will see you," the receptionist reported. "The third office from the end."
"Thank you." Passing through the gap in the railing, Judy made her way across the conservative gray carpeting to the indicated doorway. She had been relieved to find that Caldwell had an office. When she saw the solid, sturdy, opaque wooden door, she felt almost relaxed.
"Mr. Caldwell?" she asked from the doorway,
"Mrs. Penncroft." The man pushed his swivel chair back and stood up. "Won't you please come in? It is indeed a pleasure to meet you in person."
Judy kept her face expressionless as she studied the banker and shook his hand. The man's grip was so feeble she felt as if she had been handed a limp sack of soft gelatin. The rest of him matched his handshake. He was about as tall as Steven Shein, but where Shein was hard, Milton Caldwell was soft. Shein was broad across the shoulders, narrow across the waist. The bank vice president reversed it, and had the contours of a pear.
He was a study in pink and gray - gray hair, pink, round face, gray suit and vest. His tie and his hair seemed to have been color coordinated, gray with a thin pink stripe. His hair was combed across his pink bald spot in a series of gray slats. Even his eyes were gray, while the whites were bloodshot. His silver framed glasses perched on his round pink nose.
Judy's feeling of eager anticipation was fading rapidly.
"Please, have a seat, Mrs. Penneroft," Caldwell urged politely in his reedy voice. He closed the door behind her, then held the chair beside his desk for her to sit down in.
Judy was sure he was sneaking a careful look down her neckline. She carefully crossed her legs, so her skirt would ride up her thigh.
"Now, just what can I do for you?" the pink and gray man asked as he lowered himself into his chair.
Judy noticed he pushed back so the desk didn't cut off his view of her trim legs. She fiddled with the top button of her blouse. "I wanted to discuss the Andrew McCarter situation with you."
"McCarter - McCarter," Caldwell mused. "Ah, yes, of course, Andrew McCarter. Well now, it is a bit unusual to discuss confidential matters with an outsider."
"I'm here at Mr. McCarter's request," Judy explained. "Why, exactly, are you refusing to grant Mr. McCarter a mortgage?"
The bluntness of the question seemed to astonish the banker. He rocked back in his chair, and the springs protested with a thin squeak. When he rebounded forward again, he sought refuge in the papers on his desk, flipping through stack after stack.
It reminded Judy of a small gray mouse building a nest.
"Aaahhh, yes, here we are," Caldwell chirped, extracting a long form from the heap. "McCarter, Andrew A. Uhm hmm. Hmmmmm." He unfolded the application and looked it over carefully. "Yes, this all seems to be in order." He looked at Judy again.
Judy's exasperation was increasing. She was beginning to think nothing was going to get through to this creature. She casually let the top button of her blouse slip through the hole.
"Why won't you give him the mortgage?" she asked again. "He has an excellent credit rating, there is no disagreement over the interest rate, and you have an appraisal of over one and a half million on the house in question."
Caldwell's necktie bobbed peculiarly as he swallowed hard. His eyes kept straying from Judy's face down to the vee of her unbuttoned shirt. "Ahem, well, yes, indeed," he agreed. "But, you must admit we are discussing a very large sum of money."
Judy was toying with the second button now. "Certainly. But I was under the impression that the business of banks was to loan large sums of money. An eight percent return on your investment, especially an investment of this size, is hardly trivial." She could see a film of sweat forming on the man's pink forehead.
"Ahum, well, that is true," he wheezed. "However, with interest rates as high as they are, the return on eight percent is really minimal."
Judy decided to play dumb. "I don't understand. Perhaps if you worked it out for me on paper?"
"Well, um, it's really very simple," Caldwell explained, pulling a yellow pad over in front of him. "For the sake of simplicity, we'll take one million dollars. Now, we can either loan it out in one large lump, at eight percent," he explained, scribbling on the pad.
Judy wasn't listening. She got gracefully up from her chair and went around behind it. As she passed the door, she casually reached out and locked it. Then she went and stood behind Milton Caldwell. She unbuttoned the second button on her blouse.
"I see what you are driving at," she murmured softly, carefully pressing the soft warmth of one of her breasts against the man's head as she leaned over him. He turned his head, and for a moment Judy had the insane feeling he was searching for her tit to suckle on just the way a hungry baby does.
"Now," Caldwell squeaked, "if we break that million into smaller amounts, of, say, ten loans of one hundred thousand each, the picture changes radically."
Judy eased around beside him and leaned over, her hands on the desk. Her breasts swayed enticingly inside her open blouse. "What are the exact figures on that?" she asked, one eye on the electronic calculator near her left hand.
"Well, now the problem gets more complex," Caldwell pointed out. He reached for the calculator.
Judy intercepted him, putting her hand on top of his and pinning it to the desk. She turned and looked him full in the face, noting how his color was shifting from pink to red, and washing out the stripe in his tie. "Why, I'm surprised that a man of your intellect can't do that in his head," she flattered him. His eyes were watering as his gaze bounced desperately from her face to her breasts. His flabby lips were shining.
"Well, yes, of course," he admitted. "I used to do it that way before I got the calculator."
"You know, Mr. Caldwell, you are a very interesting man," Judy informed him in a soft, sexy voice. She was still holding his hand.
"Oh, no," he protested softly.
"Why, you are, too," Judy insisted, letting his hand go and turning to sit on his desk. Crossing her legs, she kicked off her sandals. Then she folded her arms under her breasts and lifted and pressed them inward. "Why, I'm sure Mrs. Caldwell has a great deal of difficulty keeping her hands off you."
"There is - cough - there is no Mrs. Caldwell," the banker mumbled nervously. "Now, as I was saying, if we..."
"No Mrs. Caldwell!" Judy exclaimed. "Why, that's unbelieveable! Oh, but wait, I understand. A man of your qualities and talents doesn't want to be tied down to just one woman. Mr. Caldwell, you are a devil, aren't you - the gay bachelor."
Not really "gay" Judy prayed softly.
"Well, I, uhm, I - aaahhhh. Yes, I am a bachelor," he admitted.
Judy had the feeling the banker was suddenly finding his pants a little too tight. She wondered if he still lived with his mother. She unbuttoned still another button.
"Now, I've got to keep my mind on business." she insisted. "You were saying about the loan?" She twisted sideways and leaned forward, giving him a totally unobstructed view of her pale breasts and their pink tips.
Caldwell's hand shook as he picked up a pencil. The numbers on the pad were a meaningless jumble. He kept seeing Mrs. Penncroft's bare breasts inside her blouse. They were practically in front of his nose, tantalizing soft mounds with pink tips as delectable and exciting as anything he had ever seen in his life. There was a subtle pain in his chest from the sight of this small woman's graceful, feminine torso within her blouse. And why were his pants suddenly so tight and uncomfortable?
Judy knew she almost had him. She let her arms slide the length of his desk, bulldozing a drift of papers along. The telephone toppled off the desk and bounced on the carpet with a soft ring.
"Yes, Mr. Caldwell," the receptionist said tinnily from the receiver.
Caldwell scrabbled for the phone, picked it up and muttered something, then hung up.
Judy was lying on his desk, on her side. She stroked one leg sensuously against the other. "I'm sorry," she groaned, "I just can't keep my mind on business in your presence. I am just too hot!"
She unbuttoned the last button of her blouse and spread it open to reveal one delicate breast.
"Mrs. Penn - Mrs. Penncroft, wh-what in the world are you doing?" he stuttered in a strangled voice.
Judy was holding her head propped up with one hand. With the other, she reached over and eased the banker's suit jacket back off one shoulder and then the other. "Aren't you terribly warm in all those clothes?" she asked softly. "It is very warm in here. Why, you're even perspiring!"
"Yes, yes, I guess it is rather warm. The air conditioning must have broken down," Caldwell agreed. He shed his jacket with Judy's help.
"I am just so warm," Judy purred, rolling on her back on the desk. She felt the calendar digging into her shoulder and shoved it aside. Then she sensuously wriggled out of her blouse.
Milton Caldwell was at a total loss. He had never, ever encountered anything like this. Why, the woman was practically naked! Right in the middle of his desk! And her breasts, they looked so soft and exciting, like mounds of ice cream. They were delicious gentle white hills, with sharp pink points. What would happen if he touched them? They were just too inviting not to. He reached out with shaking fingers and gently brushed the pink points - and jerked his hand back when he felt an electric charge streak up his arm. He had never before touched anything so incredibly hot and exciting.
"Oh, yes," Judy hissed. Her passion was becoming real. Something about seducing this balding innocent was incredibly exciting. The gentle, shy touch of his fingers on her tits made her breasts burn with excitement. She reached down and unfastened her skirt. Then she lifted her hips off the desk and eased her skirt down over her thighs, let it slide down her legs and kicked it off.
The wood of the desk was cool against her buttocks, even through her panties. Nearly naked, Judy writhed sensuously on the banker's desk. She rubbed the insides of her thighs together, thrilling to the feel of satin skin against satin skin. Caldwell's shaking fingers were playing delicately with her tits, making her nipples burn. When he finally engulfed her small breasts with both of his sweating hands, Judy's eyes glazed with passion. God, she loved having her body caressed by a man - or a woman for that matter. It just felt so incredibly, wonderfully good to have hands touching her.
"Aren't you wearing too many clothes?" she whispered softly.
"Yes," Milton Caldwell squeaked. "I am, I am wearing too many clothes." Jerking his hands off Judy's breasts, he lurched up from his chair, sending it banging back into the wall. He tore frantically at his vest. A gold pocket watch popped out of its pocket and swung wildly on the end of its chain as he hurriedly stripped off his vest. Then he was tearing at his pants, his shirt.
His sleeveless undershirt was bulged out by his potbelly, and his legs, protruding from the bottom of his boxer shorts, were skinny and knobby and ludicrous. But there was something lurking inside those shorts that was enough to make Judy's mouth and pussy both water. Then the banker stripped off his underwear, and Judy gulped. Hanging below the man's potbelly was the most titanic, incredibly delicious-looking cock she had ever seen in her entire life. It dangled obscenely downward, a monstrous pillar of blood- engorged flesh, pallid white with a pink knob. A shining drool of lubricant swung pendulum-like toward the floor from the slit at the tip.
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{About a year ago I posted "Guidelines for Happily Married Hotwives." Here is my advice for the rest of you.}*OK, many of you have heard about "hot wives," married white women who take lovers, generally hunky young black studs. It sounds sexy but a little scary, too. You have lots of questions and uncertainties and many of you have written to my brother, Homer Vargas for advice. Well, he has asked me to respond because this is something better handled between us girls. With three grown white...
Pretty in Pink Part 6: The next morning Mum and Aunt Edwina were waiting in the kitchen when we awoke. Mum was wearing a white neglig?e and sheer robe with pink fur edges and Aunt Edwina was wearing her sheer robe and pink neglig?e.. "Morning ladies," said Aunt Edwina, "That was quite a night last night wasn't it?" Philippa smiled at Aunt Edwina and said, "Great, but do you think I should do a pregnancy test, Aunt Edwina?" Aunt Edwina smiled and said, "Well you said he was wearing a...
Agents of Gor: Part 4 A Girl is Trained and Has a Glimpse of her Possible Future by Albedo This is a fan-fiction set in the world of the Gor novels. All rights to the characters and situations of the Gor universe belong to John Norman. This work is written without his express permission. This story is explicitly not to be reposted on any pay sites. The author, Albedo, authorizes the readers to archive it themselves. No other dissemination without the author's permission,...
It was a Tuesday night and my whole work team was out celebrating the completion of a big project. About 10 of us were at the bar celebrating on the company dime so liquor was flowing and everyone was finally able to relax after about three straight months of chaos. The night started with shots. Two rounds off the bat, one tequila the other rum, all high quality stuff. Everyone is fairly tipsy for a Tuesday night and upon realizing this most of the party eventually disappears. I lived right...
The steady hum of the plane engines began to rumble, and in a flash, Samuel was jolted awake by the shuddering crack of the engines breaking off the wings. "What are the odds?" he thought to himself as he glanced out the window to the see the engines tumbling away. Screams from the cabin filled the air as the plane pitched forward. Over the wailing of his fellow passengers, Samuel could hear the crackling apologies of the pilot who couldn't control the descent of the plane as it dove towards...
Karen and I have always assumed that our Mom and Dad were going to find out the truth. Either by walking in and finding us together, or from someone who knows. It just seemed inevitable, and no matter how careful we proved. Though when the end came and the relationship between my sister and I was brought to light, the actual betrayer was someone I never would have expected. Of course there were many who knew by then, but all of them had good reasons not to tell, and even a few had dark...
I guess Irving was right, I still have some fire in me after all. It’s a thirty-thousand-year-old injustice, give or take, but Hugo’s story gets me worked up anyway, just like the other injustices I read about in school—Dreyfus, Sacco and Vanzetti, the Rosenbergs, McCarthy’s victims, on and on. That’s what I went into criminal law for, I remind myself. I’m even working out strategies in my mind for defending Hugo’s poor stutterer before I shake myself out of it. And it took a caveman to...
By the time I left the shower and dried, Gary had already disappeared downstairs. I brushed my teeth and flossed, trying to rid myself of the feeling that Gary’s semen was detectable on my breath. I felt I was being irrational, paranoid in fact; but I could not help fearing that somehow my sin could be detected, discovered.I really did not want to talk much about what had just happened, so I was slightly relieved that Gary was not lurking about. I suspected he needed some distance too. I...
TabooRecently, I received a message from a local couple about one of the ‘Teenage Adventures’ chapters. They had thoroughly enjoyed the ‘bisexual undertone’, and asked if I would feel weird meeting with them, because, based on what I had written, they felt things might click. I looked at their profile, but other than a few photos, it did not seem they were actively looking for any hook-ups. From what I could tell, the wife had a nice body, with pretty large breasts, and a good-sized bottom. They...
Samantha walked through the front door, saw the camera set up in the middle of the living room and signed. Her evening was not going to be as quiet as she had hoped. She looked around the house but did not see anyone else there. With a shrug she walked into the bedroom to change. As soon as she entered the bedroom she came to an abrupt stop. Lying on the bed was a long bamboo cane, polished and shining dully in the low light. Next to the cane was a note. She kicked off her shoes and sat on...
Fiona’s diary: Before I went to school, I had breakfast with my parents. They were rather impressed with Amanda, to say the least. After that uncomfortable talk we had, they were happy to see me genuinely interested in someone of substance. Mother saw how much I liked her, though I tried not to show it, and she kept smiling fondly at me, teasing me about my new girlfriend. We weren’t, though; not yet. My parents were very flexible, and didn’t try to control me, but they were awfully...
It was a warm spring day. I was walking with a buddy, named Tim, that I often went down on lately. We were walking to a liquor store to grab some brews and blunt wraps, puffing on a blunt on the way. By the time we were almost there, I was already sky high and horny as fuck. There was a wash and large field we had to cross to get there. It was faster than walking on the streets."Fuck man, I'm horny!" I said as we approached the wash. "I need my mouth filled!""You know I'm always down to fill...
Hello everyone, this is my first ever story on ISS. I have been reading stories for couple of years. I have had lot of experience before this incidence however I am writing about this because she (Sarohi) was the one who first introduced this website to me. I will tell you about Sarohi, at that time she was 23 and I was 25 when we met. She has a good figure with 34B boobs, 28 waist and rest 32. Well, let’s cut the intro a little short and let me come to the main story. It was my first day in...
Author's notes: This story contains non-con, mentions of CBT, urethral sounding, sexual slavery and anal. This is an introduction, setting up what is in store for Harvey. I intend for more to follow. Leave a comment - I'm open to criticism and suggestions. Please note: I do not condone ****. This is fiction only. John did not consider himself to be a cruel man. If he had seen his victims as something equal to others, he might have re-considered that. He was nice and considerate to people at...
Hello all this is rahul my ID is , I am doing HM. I live in Hyderabad. I am going to narrate an incident which happened to me a year ago. In our chamber there are four other articles other then me, out of which three are girls. Shruti is one of then. She is tall, beautiful girl with a figure like those of any bollywood celebrity. At first I hesitated to talk to her but as time passed we started talking and also as our work was same so we used to discuss many more things. In a matter of time we...
IncestWell i must be the luckiest guy in the world ,my wife earns all the money so I stay at home to do all the house work and cooking .Now I've always wondered what it would be like to be a girl because women to me are so powerful when they are hot and sexy ,a women can get what she wants when she wants without even speaking as long as she has a sexy pair of platform heels on with a tight micro mini and a great set of tits that's enough to get anything from anyone ,if that isn't power what is ?So...
I woke up in the middle of the night with a belly-thumping hard on that was so powerful it actually hurt. You know the kind that is so insistant it stretches the skin of your dick tight and pulls you balls up into a painful knot. You feel like you are carrying around a fucking canine prick. I hadn't had one of those in a long time. And it just came on me, bam! No erotic dream or nothing. If Becky were still alive, she'd be down there in an instant sucking on the big fucking thing. She was the...
Hi guys n gals, well, first of all let me tell u all about myself, i am manish,21 years old, doing graduation in some college in Mumbai the name of which i would not reveal, i m a very average male with a 6.5 incher tool(cock) and m not interested in telling all people a fake info by saying it’s an 8 0r 9 incher n all. Well, here the story starts, I fell for Nina as soon as i saw her at the disco, twirling around in her short white flashy skirt and her tight red sweater. I asked her to partner...
Steve and Rosa Winters lived in a modest but well-kept two-story frame house set back a hundred feet from the highway. There was the expected barn and farm equipment building behind the house. A late model Tacoma pickup and an older Honda Civic sat in the drive. As I stepped out of my pickup, a black and white Border Collie barked a few times to fulfill his duty as a watchdog to the household, then trotted toward me with tail in full wag hoping for a pat on the head and a good ear scratch. I...
Had an "Experience" a few years ago. Was drinking in the bar with my then wife. We friended a guy who we always saw there and invited him home after last call. At home we decided to watch porno's and all filled our glasses. After an hour and feeling No pain, I asked my ex to go and put on her favourite Nighty and Stockings and Not say anything when she got back. She sat next to me on the couch and we put a new vid on. I could see the other guy was looking at her from the corner of his eyes. She...
Matt woke stretching as the morning sun lit his room up with the adventures of a new day. Summer was here and he was going to enjoy every bit of it before he began classes at the local community college in the fall. Finally over 18 and feeling like a man matt stretched his morning wood a few good rubs as he relished in the warmth of the sun beaming into his bedroom of his moms second floor home. Swinging his feet out and placing them on the cool wood floor he scratched his short brown...
My wife has become more conservative since we had kids but there are some experiences that still turn me on. I will call her M but otherwise these are as they happened. Our first threesome was when M was early 20s and I was mid 20s. We were at an island getaway at a friend's house. Our friends had all gone out to the local hotel. We had organised dinner and drinks and had settled in to watch some TV. There was another guy with us who we didn't know. Well, the TV was boring so we...
ThreesomesHe would remember the day that Girl disappeared for the rest of his life. Summer was winding down, and in a few days he knew fall would be in the air. Girl had suffered from allergies all summer and she had a headache that day and was all stopped up. Clipper felt sorry for her, and told her and Dylan to just stay home that day. When I leave, he said, bar the door, and here--keep the .45. He took the .22 and his bow and went hunting for dog food. Scarcely three hours later he was back. He...
May started warmer than usual and then got hot; spring had flown by in only a couple of weeks, and summer was in full swing. I got the pool up and running, the lawnmower doing its weekly routine, and had started to think about interesting trips I could take with the airplane. We’d had a reasonably sane and low drama relationship for many months at this point but that changed over one of our four-day weeks. Monday morning I was working in my office in the afternoon expecting Ashley and Chris...
This is a real story happend in 2014, when I was 24 year old average brown looking virgin boy with height 6.2 and weight 90kg with a penis length of 7 inch living in chennai in a middle class family consist of mom (45), dad ( 49) & me (24). My chithi lives as our neighbor, her house consist of three members chithapa (40), chithi (38) , and her daughter (7) , my dad and his brother doing business together so they both would leave the house by morning 8 and return only between 8pm to 10pm, my...
Incest"Pepper, can you come in here for a moment?" Tony Stark's voice came across her computer speaker, without any electronic distortion, telling Tony Stark's consummate assistant that her boss was -- for a change -- not encased in the gold-and-red Iron Man battle suit armor.Pepper Potts had been just another secretary in the pool when she had corrected an accounting error made by Tony Stark, saving Stark International a small fortune but embarrassing her boss. Fortunately, rather than be angry,...