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Chapter Introduction

In London, Tracy falls into the trap set by Petra and her Father; Jennifer and Joe enjoy a chance meeting over lunch; Angela Dawney moves up Scott Anderson’s agenda; and

Jennifer gains a new perspective on some past events.

The Uninvited Guest

We are back in London. Joe has been to University College Hospital again for a review with the surgeons who cared for him after he was assaulted. Of course, it’s good to have their expertise but every examination just means that Joe has to relive his ordeal, all over again. Now, afterwards, we are sitting in a restaurant to enjoy a quiet lunch together.

We do not get out much these days — we can’t afford it anymore — but the surgeons gave Joe an encouraging report and it was a good opportunity for a celebration and for something for Joe and me to do that is just normal, the sort of thing any young couple like us might do.

Joe is reading the menu. I am idly staring across the room. There’s a window looking out onto Dover Street. (1) There’s a familiarity in the silhouette of a woman walking by and then the door of the restaurant opens. One of the waitresses is greeting the newcomer.

“It’s OK,” says a familiar woman’s voice. “I’m meeting friends.”

I know that voice. The waitress stands to one side. I see the woman. It’s Tracy!

She is absolutely the last person I’m expecting to see. I’m seized by conflicting sensations. There’s astonishment: what on earth is she doing here? There’s delight, pleasure at seeing her, seeing her free. But, there’s a sense of foreboding, too, as though her arrival means trouble in some way.

Gaspazha Neena told me Tracy had been released, so why shouldn’t she be here? After all, she has her freedom now. But the question isn’t why she shouldn’t be here; it’s more why is she here?

She looks around the room, seeming to take in every detail of the place in one turn of her head. It’s almost imperious. Her confident look makes me think she can hardly have been touched by her adventures at the Dacha. Well, she was never going to be a submissive and it looks as if the Kustenskies have left her self-confidence and her personality completely un-dented.

She sees me and marches over. At first, there is recognition, then a smile. Then, her face assumes the familiar aggressive-confident expression which made her so wearisome in Russia. Un-invited, she pulls out a chair and sits down with Joe and me.

Joe’s mind has wandered off somewhere else but the abrupt appearance of Tracy at our table jerks him back to reality.

“Hi, Bitch,” she says, smiling.

“Tracy!”

“Yep, that’s me. None of that Pavea crap from you this time, huh?”

“Er, no — well, not now you are out.”

“Out?”

“Well, yes. I mean, you are here, not...”

“ ... back safe and sound in my cell at the Dacha?”

“Well, yes. Look, Joe. This is Tracy Randolf.” It’s bizarre. How am I supposed to cope with this? How do you introduce your husband to a woman you shared imprisonment with? “Tracy and I worked together last year.”

Of course, it’s absurd. Tracy’s face dissolves into helpless laughter. “Worked together? Actually, what she means is (she is speaking to Joe) we slaved together. So you are this bitch’s husband?”

“Excuse me, but I expect you to use Jennifer’s real name.” Joe is instantly on alert and responding to the aura of anarchy that Tracy is projecting. He is leaping to my defence and there is an unmistakably hard edge to his voice.

“Jennifer, huh? Actually, I think she would like you to call her Vyera. Isn’t that right, Bitch?”

“Ma’am,” says Joe, “if you use that word once more I shall ask the staff here to ask you to leave.” Joe’s face and the tone of his voice could not leave any normal person in any doubt that he is completely serious. Either Tracy behaves herself, or Tracy goes, or we go.

“Tracy, do you think you could be a bit more...” I’m scared by her. Scared for Joe, scared by what her appearance means. Even — at a much more trivial level — scared that Joe and I will be the ones asked to leave.

“What?”

“Well, do you have to call me ‘Bitch’ all the time?”

“Nope, I guess not.”

I can sense Joe relax. He goes down from “attack” mode to “defence high alert” mode.

“I just kinda thought it would be fun to remind you of the old times. So: Vyera. Jennifer. Jennifer? Yep. That’s a nice name. Vyera is good, too. They both suit you, do you know that? Does...”

Tracy inclines her head to Joe and continues, “ ... he know what you are and your new name?”

Joe replies, “Jennifer is Jennifer Karin McEwan. That is the only name she needs, thank you. Jennifer, tell me again, who the hell is this exactly?”

“Call me Pavea,” offers Tracy, and then blithely continues. “Well, her real name nowadays is Vyera Anatolyevna Kuznetsova. That’s right, isn’t it?” She picks up a grissini and snaps it in two. “As for me, nowadays I really prefer Pavea Lebedova (2). Pleased to meet you. You are Joe, huh?”

Seeing Tracy materialize so unexpectedly out of the crowd has disturbed my equilibrium more than I can say. The strangeness of a normal meeting of acquaintances and the reunion of two erstwhile slaves in a West End restaurant seems impossible to reconcile. It takes my mind several seconds to realize what she has actually said. “I’m sorry, Tracy, what was that you said?”

“One day, maybe one day soon, Vyera, your ass is going to be real sorry that you have gotten out of the habit of paying attention. I said that, nowadays, I prefer Pavea Lebedova.”

“But, that’s a Russian name?”

“Hey, you remember something from the Dacha, then?”

“But you were released?”

“Nope, I wasn’t. That’s just what that other bitch, Neena, told you. Another mind-fuck, huh?”

Pavea’s change of outlook clearly has limits. Joe is looking more and more on edge once again. I’m desperate to get some sort of normality back into the conversation but Tracy has not finished. “I really wanted Zapadnaya. You remember. Zapad. West. Neena said it sounded dumb and was too obvious, so she chose Lebedova.”

“I am sorry, Tracy, I can’t just remember what that means.”

“Swan.”

“Swan?”

“Yep. Lebed. Swan. Neena’s little joke. Swans are big and haughty and white. I am red and small and I am supposed to be humble but, let’s be realistic here, I am always going to struggle with that one. I guess it is to remind me where I am supposed to be headed. But, at least they are beautiful.”

“Except that they make a lot of noise and they are usually very aggressive, so maybe it does suit you?” Joe says, almost spitting the words back at Tracy.

Tracy looks sharply at him and then across to me. “Funny, huh? Is he always as sharp as this?”

“Frequently.”

“Well, when you come back, bring him with you. He could lighten things up a bit.”

Her last remark ignites fear inside me, never too far from the surface. Not “if you come back;” she says, “when you come back.” Is this another mind-fuck, from Tracy this time, or a distant early warning of what my future holds? Were those her own, spontaneous words or were they a message given her, for careful delivery to me? I’m frightened that Gaspadeen Kustensky’s men, even now, must be watching us.

“So, what are you doing here?” I ask but, even as I wait for her answer, I start to scan the room to see who else might be here. Watching. Waiting. Poytr? Nicolai? Andreii? Neena? Ready to take me back. I can feel perspiration forming all over me. Actually, I am not perspiring. I am sweating. I can feel a fountain of panic rising inside me. I am going to have to say goodbye to Joe. They are going to take me away again and, now, I no longer want to go.

“I’m pulling chestnuts out of the fire. Yours and Anatoly Sergeyevitch’s, to be more precise.”

“What?”

Tracy — or maybe it’s Pavea — makes to rest her hand on Joe’s hand but he snatches it away so instead she looks him full in the face as she speaks. “Look, I’m real sorry about the way you got beat up.”

He looks sharply back at her. “What do you know about that? How do you know I was beaten up? Was it something to do with what happened to Jenny?” Joe asks.

“No, not really,” replies Tracy. “It’s more to do with what happened to me. You see, my Daddy is pretty big in the oil business and he was really pissed when I went absent without leave and...”

“But Tracy,” I counter, “you were taken, surely?”

“Pavea. I am happy with Pavea. Yep, I surely was, all thanks to Daddy, who was none too good at paying his invoices and, because I was the person who was not doing the paying, people found out about me.”

“Was this Anatoly Sergeyevitch?”

“Him? No, someone else. Anyway, my abduction was supposed to jerk daddy’s checkbook into action, according to Neena. In time, he came across with what was needed. So, it was all fine, wasn’t it? I could go home, couldn’t I? But, no one had asked me. I decided to stay!”

“You did what?”

This I just cannot believe. Tracy Randolf wanted to continue her life as the slave, Pavea? After all the “we Americans always win, just you see” bluster she gave me?

Tracy — or perhaps she really is Pavea, now — continues to sit at our table and sizzle like some sort of nuclear fuel rod. I am so envious of her self confidence and the way she seems to control all those around her. It is as if her emotional gravity is bending us all to her own will, as if she was some sort of emotional gravitational ‘black hole’. The waitress comes and takes our lunch order and disappears. We are not the only table in the room that’s occupied. It is lunch-time after all. Those around us are occupied with their meals and their conversation. None of Pavea’s aggressive rude self assurance seems to have been noticed by others. Part of me is grateful and part of me is fearful and anxious. I have the feeling that nothing is secure right at this moment, as though even the little normality I have achieved in my world could be torn up in an instant.

Pavea is still talking, explaining about how Neena had reacted when she told her she didn’t intend to go back. As I struggle to take in one astonishing revelation after another, I start to look at Pavea more critically. She looks wonderful. Her hair is short but has been styled, not shorn. Her nails have been beautifully shaped and given a gold reflective surface. She is wearing a bright orange loose dress. It is in linen with carefully made box pleats. The sleeves are very short and the arm holes are wide and deep. You can see her skin. It’s clear that she has no bra, but from what I remember, she doesn’t need one anyway. The wide arm openings almost invite the hand of an adventurous partner to reach inside, to fondle her nipples. Around her neck is a thin brown leather band. It’s a collar, of course, but made to be, oh so elegant. At the waist, her dress is gathered in by a wide matching brown leather belt and on her bare feet is a pair of beautiful leather heels. She has a thickish gold ankle bracelet, except I now realize it is not quite a bracelet. Part of me begins to feel jealous of her outfit. I never got to wear beautiful clothes like this and I was more loyal to my Owners than Pavea was, when she was Tracy.

I begin to feel my eyes moisten, but then I stop myself. Surely, I have my freedom which is worth far more than a dress, even a dress like this? (3)

Pavea is speaking again. “After I’d told the Kustenskies that I wanted to stay, it took them a while to process the information and then Neena came looking for me and said they wanted me to ‘phone Daddy from London and explain that I was not coming back. I was a bit curious about the London thing. I mean, why London? But then she told me about what had happened to you (Pavea, or maybe Tracy, points the sharp half of another fractured grissini at Joe) and it began to make a sorta sense. So: I came to London and I called Daddy to explain to him in words of one syllable that I was not coming back. I wasn’t going to work for him anymore. He didn’t want to hear. Of course. He wouldn’t listen to me. I ended up speaking to the FBI who were camping out in Daddy’s office. How stupid is that? You try to talk to your parents and they can’t even cope with that! Anyway, they wanted to be sure I wasn’t under any duress. I guess they have to do that? The only duress was coming from Daddy — like it always had.

“Anyway, the Feds came to London to speak to me. I have just been with them at the Embassy. Daddy isn’t pleased. He’s not used to not getting his own way. I think he is trying to put pressure on anyone else he can find who might know where I am. He must have found out about you, Jenny, and you, Joe. That’s why I have to apologize — for Daddy’s ‘muscle’.”

Throughout her story, Pavea sits completely relaxed. She’s ordered a glass of wine and a salad. She barely notices when they are placed on the table. Joe attacks his pasta. He’s using it as a way of not saying anything, not engaging. I can’t help feeling that it’s Tracy he’d like to be winding up around his fork.

My pizza sits on its plate in front of me. There’s a strong smell of basil. For some stupid reason, my brain connects basil with St Basil and jumps to Saint Basil’s Cathedral and then, Moscow. Inside I sigh at the way my mind so easily runs this way. Sometimes, I can be so stupid! Tracy doesn’t eat anything at first. She has slipped her feet out of her shoes so we can admire her gold toenails. To listen to her matter-of-fact style, you might expect her to be explaining how she masterminded a leveraged buy-out and assumed control of the day-to-day running of the Dacha, not to mention the rest of the entire Kustensky operation.

There are so many questions. I have to ask what’s going on. “Pavea, I still don’t understand. I can see why you are here, but you are also on the loose, spending money, and acting as if you own the place? I mean, now you have delivered your messages, shouldn’t you be ... under restriction? Lock and key?”

“Yes. Guess so, but then, that’s the difference between you and me. I’m a Consensual Employee now and yes, there are some rather non standard requirements in the contract but you on the other hand were a Non-Consensual Acquisition. You needed restriction until you came to terms with your new situation as they used to tell you and I don’t. Not anymore, anyway.

And I am aiming to get back towards my ‘old situation’. Y’know?”

“I am struggling to keep up with this,” says Joe breaking into the torrent of conversation from Pavea.

Pavea turns towards him. She gives him an uncharacteristic look of understanding. “Sure,” she says. “Let’s rewind. You want biography? That’ll help.” She continues, “So, Jennifer. What do you remember about being young? Parents at home to read you stories? Tuck you into bed at night? Play with you on the floor? Family holidays? Ask you about things at school? Look at the things you had done? Always the same Mommy and Daddy?”

“Well, yes.”

“You, Joe?”

Joe just looks back. He puts his head on one side. It’s something he does when he’s heard, doesn’t really agree, but doesn’t want to say so. It’s a look I’ve seen too many times. It’s started a few rows between us. He’s not going to answer Tracy, because his childhood was not so happy.

Pavea — but this time I am sure it’s Tracy who is talking — continues. “Well, you were lucky. I was brought up by a black lady called Edna who worked for us. I don’t remember my Mommy and Daddy taking much interest in me. Sure, I had plenty of things, but things are not good enough, are they? Children want time and love and attention. I got those from Edna but I always wanted them from Mommy and Daddy — who, of course, were too busy.

“When I got older, I began to realize that, for them, I was really a possession. Part of the collection of things they owned. So, I did all the things a dutiful daughter is supposed to do. I went to college and business school. I dated the right boys. Then, Daddy made it clear that there were things I had to achieve. He’d invested in me. He expected a return on the investment. So, I still felt I was more of an ‘asset’ than a daughter.

“Then I started to get worried about some of the things I was supposed to do with the accounts. I had my instructions, but I wasn’t happy. I used to get frightened by the idea of the IRS busting into the office. Getting indicted. Put on trial. Getting thirty years for fraud. And where would Daddy be then? Covering his ass, that’s where! And Mummy? Oh, I guess she’d be out at some charity function. So you can see, I wasn’t very happy. Then, one day, I woke up in a cell and this girl called Vyera came to see me.”

Pavea pauses. She’s collecting and organizing her memories, working out how the story fits together. “Well, Vyera was very handy to shout at. She just listened patiently. The more I raged, the less good it did, which was exactly the opposite of what I had grown up to expect. The funny thing was that when I was forced to do something and I did it, people seemed pleased with me. Pleased that I had done it, as much as they were pleased with what I had actually done and I sorta began to like that. Being rewarded for being me. That was a new experience.”

Being rewarded for being me? That’s not how I found it. I was always being asked to be someone else and here was Pavea telling me that she was rewarded for being who she was.

“Then one day, Neena turns up and tells me that you had been sent home. And y’know? The last place I wanted was to be sent was back home. To have to face Daddy again.

“Neena had been giving me a mind fuck that I had been sold, but I know about the Market, about buying and selling and Neena knows fuck all. It was obvious. You see, a price has to reflect the value of an asset. When they took me, they took someone with a ton of financial knowledge and no one had asked me a damn thing about it, so that’s how I knew that all her talk about me being sold was so much bull shit.

“So when I had collected my wits, I thought: here’s an opportunity! So I said it straight out. ‘Gaspazha, my real value for any purchaser is my skill as an accountant and my knowledge of the oil and gas business in the US and Europe and the financial position of the Randolf Corporation. Those assets must be reflected in any price you quote. Also, commercial knowledge is perishable. Things change. Companies move on. No one has asked me about any of the really valuable information I bring with me. I am too valuable to waste, having me spend my time cleaning floors! I’m worth money to you. I am worth even more money working for you. You don’t own this operation. Go tell whoever does!’

“Ha! You should have seen Neena’s face! A picture! She couldn’t believe her ears so, to help her, I went right ahead and said it again, but this time I said I wanted to stay to keep out of Daddy’s way, which was one hundred percent true. Anyway, the bitch had to scuttle off on the errand I had given her, to report to Anatoly Sergeyevitch. After that, things changed. I took over your role. I am a bit like Edna. Looking after Dmitry, some of the time. Oh, by the way, I think Alana is pregnant again. She spent most of last week puking up in the john. You know, like they do when they have just got pregnant.” Tracy wrinkles her nose, as if to underline the unpleasantness.

“And of course, I am a girl with talents and business experience and expertise so they do not have me wasting my time scrubbing floors all day any more. I have prospects. The only problem is Daddy. So here I am, talking to the Feds at the Embassy, telling them that I am just fine with a new job, and I am just fine. And, doing all I can to keep Daddy off my back. If the Feds wrap up my case and stop looking for me, he might stop making your life difficult and then the police will not be asking any more questions. We don’t want The Feds to make too many connections and we definitely don’t want Daddy to realize who I am working for now and make trouble for Anatoly Sergeyevitch’s North American operations.”

I had never thought of Pavea as being anything other than an unwilling abductee. Her account of her history was moving. The rich neglected little girl who wanted approval and attention from her parents, who found it as a slave and then saw “prospects” in her situation. It was so unexpected and yet so typical of the girl who used to spit invective at me and tell me that “We Americans never lose.” Perhaps she was right then and she is right now. Whilst I had pined after the life I had lost, Pavea lay in wait for the opportunity to re-establish herself. I wonder if Anatoly Sergeyevitch realizes what he has in his nest? Slave or not, this girl really could end up running his organization!

“But we want the police to ask questions,” says Joe. “In fact, I want the police to find out exactly what happened to my wife and who is responsible.” Joe folds his arms. It’s been a continuing problem for us. He wants this “solved.” I want it “settled.” He knows that I could tell the police all they want to know but he knows, too, that I won’t. That hasn’t stopped him wanting the police to find out anyway.

“Do you think that is really wise?” replies Pavea. “I mean, apart from making life a little bit more inconvenient for some very powerful people, do you think you are going to get any further forward, Joe? New job? Better prospects? That sort of thing?”

“I think it is about justice. About living in a world where people are more than pawns to be picked up and cast down at the whim of others.” Joe is determined to defend what is right, but I think — I know — that it is also naïve and unrealistic because life in this world is not like a game with rules, even though we try to make it so.

Pavea continues, putting my quiet thoughts into words, “Well, Joe. If you don’t mind me saying, you are not doing too well yourself right now. Your old company has not shown you too much loyalty? Maybe you have got to be more practical, huh? Live in the real world, not the world as you would like it to be?”

Joe just scowls back, wondering how she knows about his problems at work and whether there is anything private in his life anymore.

“So, how did things go at the hospital?” Pavea asks, changing the subject.

“They are pleased with me, if it’s any of your business,” replies Joe, coldly

Pavea glances down. I wonder if she is embarrassed at the possibility — well, the probability — that the assault Joe suffered was because of her? It’s an unusual response, from her. There’s no doubt that Pavea now isn’t what Tracy was then.

“And so we decided on lunch out,” I add, trying to calm troubled waters. “Pavea, is this a chance meeting?”

“Chance? Give me a break, Vyera. Of course not. I am in London to speak to the Feds, like I told you, and we saw you were going to be in the city and I asked if I could touch base.”

“Yes, but how did you know where we would be?”

“For goodness sake, Vyera! Your phones are hacked. I could have told you last week where Joe here was planning to take you after the surgeons had finished with him but, anyway, it was a good choice, Joe. Nice and convenient for the Embassy. Neena told me you would probably go to some Italian restaurant near the hospital...”

“It had bad memories,” interjects Joe.

“Whatever,” continues Tracy, “but I am glad you chose different. The salad was OK, by the way. Maybe, next time I’m in London, I will make us all a reservation somewhere. Leave your laptops on and I’ll get it set up in your diaries.” She smirks as she forks up the last piece of lettuce and an olive.

“The first thing we do after we leave will be to get new mobiles,” replies Joe.

“Oh, please,” counters Pavea, “do you think you can shake us off as easy as that? This girl...” Pavea points her fork at me, to be quite clear who she is talking about, “this girl is owned and she knows it.”

Reflections by Hermes

After we leave the restaurant, Jenny says she wants to walk up Bond Street and look at the shops where all the wealthy people go, the people who get to wear clothes, like Tracy. I can understand “window shopping” and anyway, we can catch the underground from Oxford Circus.

As we walk, I find myself watching Jenny. I thought she was beautiful the first time I ever saw her and I think she is even more beautiful now. It’s different, of course; more edgy; but beautiful nevertheless.

I see a person worth fighting for, even though I would not have asked her to go through all the body piercing and tattooing she has had done. She did it because she wanted to and I don’t love her any the less. I catch sight of her face and her body reflected in the shop windows as we pass. I feel my cock stir in response to the way she looks and think how lucky I am. Yes, I love her in every way and I understand now that it is my job to love the girl she is, to love the girl I searched for after she was taken from me. How strange it is that often we appreciate what we have had, only after it has been taken from us! Now she has been restored to me, I am determined to love — or should I also say serve — Jenny as she is and delight in it.

She is very quiet as we walk back. She is often quiet these days. That’s not unusual and it’s hardly surprising. Today, though — this afternoon — she is more quiet than ever. The American girl casts a long shadow, for someone so small and slight.

We pass into Bond Street and walk by the Hermes store. I am looking further along the road and I suddenly realise that Jenny is no longer with me. I turn and look back, over my shoulder. She is gazing into the shop window. I walk back the few steps to join her and follow her gaze.

It’s the dress the American girl was wearing. It stands looking out at us, artfully arranged on a headless mannequin. It is exactly the same dress. Even I can see that. As my eyes examine it, set in the context of the other things in the window, it is obvious that it must be eye-wateringly expensive. Half of me wishes to take Jenny inside and buy it for her and half of her wants to get right away from the place, to separate us from things I cannot possibly buy for her and from the sticky threads of her abductors. I take her hand and gently pull, encouraging her to come with me. She does not hold back and walks on.

I say, “There will be other dresses. Nicer dresses, I promise.”

“It’s not that.”

“What, then?”

“Well, I never got to wear nice things like that.”

“Never?”

“Hardly ever, and even then it was always something modest and practical.”

“A-ha. Are you jealous of her?”

“Pavea?”

“Mmmm.”

“No, not really.”

“Are you OK?”

“No.”

“Oh?”

“I just want to be with you, Joe,” she says.

“That’s nice,” I reply smiling.

“It’s just that ... Well, it’s so hard to separate myself from it all. I should be able to turn my back on them, push them out of my mind. But, I always feel I am tearing myself away from them. And the ‘tearing’ is so painful. There is still part of me, inside, which does not want to make the break.”

There’s a heavy lump of anxiety and disappointment in my stomach as she says this. There is a lot I could say. There are questions I should ask. I don’t, though. I think it best to keep my mouth shut. I do not trust myself to get this sort of conversation right. Instead, I try a different sort of communication: I take her hand and squeeze it. I must have done the right thing because she turns to me and smiles and pulls herself close to me. In that moment, I feel we have got out from under the cloud that the American, Tracy — or whatever her name was — has thrown over us.

We are passing a beautician’s shop — actually, it looks more like a dentist’s — and suddenly Jenny stops.

“Joe,” she says. “I would like my nails done. Done like Pavea.”

“Would gold suit you?”

“I would like silver. Can I get it done?”

“You don’t usually ask that sort of question.”

“But we don’t have much money.”

“No, we don’t. All the more reason to do it!”

“Joe!”

“Come on. You need something to lift your spirits.”

“What about yours?”

“Spirits?”

“Mmmm.”

“Agreed, but there is a catch.”

“Oh?”

“You have to get naked as soon as we get home.”

“What if someone comes?”

“I was hoping we would both come!”

“Joe! You know what I mean! We are living with my parents now!”

“You know I am extra-ordinarily proud of you, Jenny. I would love to show you off in the nip. Anyway, you are Swedish.”

“Huh?”

“Swedish. You know. You Swedes are always going around in the nip.”

She laughs. And I laugh. The cloud really has gone. Thinned and evaporated into the blue sky. Fuck the cost. She is worth whatever it costs. And we will only pass this way once...

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In London, in the office of Edward Black, the permanent liaison officer to CIA t for the British Internal Security Service (MI5) the ‘phone rings. A colleague from the CIA is on the line. It is Clyde Ritchie, Deputy Director for Russian and European Affaires.

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Hey, everyone! This is a return to an old friend of mine, an alter-ego character of sorts. I would like to give special thanks to the long- time fan who gave me the inspiration for this story (and who is featured as a character herself). I reserve all commercial and electronic rights, so don't copy without my permission, OK? And hopefully, this is typo free. =) KAYLA AND TRACY: THE LAYOVER By Brett Lynn Kayla and Tracy strode across the marble-floored lobby, their...

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Tracy A Lamont Story

Tracy(A Lamont Story) Dwight Murphy Around ten o’clock on Sunday night, Lamont lay naked in his king size bed after a long day of work lifting boxes. At twenty years-old and six foot even in height, two hundred pounds of muscles, Lamont was worn out and ready to get some sleep before he went to the gym in the morning. He’d gotten off work at nine, came home, and showered. Now he lay in bed with the television on, waiting to nod off. His phone rang. He reached for it and saw it wasn’t a number...

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Tracy A Lamont Story

Tracy(A Lamont Story) Dwight Murphy Around ten o’clock on Sunday night, Lamont lay naked in his king size bed after a long day of work lifting boxes. At twenty years-old and six foot even in height, two hundred pounds of muscles, Lamont was worn out and ready to get some sleep before he went to the gym in the morning. He’d gotten off work at nine, came home, and showered. Now he lay in bed with the television on, waiting to nod off. His phone rang. He reached for it and saw it wasn’t a number...

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Tracy and Dad Chapter Two

John had just finished packing up the SUV. He was walking back into the house when he called to Tracy.“Hey babe, you about ready?”“Oh my god. I said give me 15 minutes,” Tracy yelled from her room.John walked down the hall and stuck his head in her room. “That was 20 minutes ago.”“Oh. Well let me finish packing and I’ll get dressed.” Tracy was pulling clothes from her closet and tossing them onto her bed creating a sizable pile. She looked like she had just finished showering. Her long curly...

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Tracy Dad Part Two

“Hey babe, you about ready?” “Oh my god. I said give me 15 minutes,” Tracy yelled from her room. John walked down the hall and stuck his head in her room. “That was 20 minutes ago.” “Oh. Well let me finish packing and I’ll get dressed.” Tracy was pulling clothes from her closet and tossing them onto her bed creating a sizable pile. She looked like she had just finished showering. Her long curly red hair was damp and hanging loose. She was only wearing a pair of white panties. “What have...

4 years ago
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The Tables Turn On Tracy

Months after, Lauren accepted that Tracy would be spanking her on a regular basis and enjoyed the ensuing epic sex sessions they had with each other following those spankings. Their relationship was on a great path. They began to anticipate each other's needs on a level that didn't require either of them to utter a single word.Sometimes, Lauren would strip naked and stand in the corner where Tracy could easily find her. In that moment, that signaled to both of them that Lauren was ready to be...

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Tracy Plus 2 Ch 1 The Dance

There she was again, sitting in the same place on the bleachers. Watching across the gym floor while watching everyone have a good time while occupying nothing but the seat she was on. And why not? She had warmed that same place on those bleachers through every dance she ever went to at Susan B. Anthony, but it did get lonely warming that spot with a little larger ass than she'd like to admit to. It wasn't enormously large by any means, but a size 12 underwear (she only wore briefs, she didn't...

1 year ago
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The Thing About Tracy

The Thing About Tracy. By Tanya H. Part One. He was the one: I knew that with joyful certainty. Funny, handsome, articulate, bright, independent, his name was Dale and he taught maths at a secondary school only down the road from where I worked. We met at the gym, if you must know - though it isn't important here. It is enough that you know that in my twenty fifth year Dale was going to be gifted my virginity, such as it was. Bear with me please. Accordingly, I dressed to...

3 years ago
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Tracy And Dad

I met Brad on line back in 1996 when incest sites were all over the Internet. The laws were a lot different then. For instance, while it was illegal to post or download kiddy porn, it was legal to view it. This included actual photographs of little girls getting fucked while they sucked, the whole nine yards. Brad started his own chat room on Excite under the heading of “Relationships.” The following is his story as I remember it. There is a certain surreal quality to it that makes me want...

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The Breaking of Tracy part 4

part 4 Tracy's Rape It's not enough that I rape Tracy. I could do that at anytime. She has to do something of her own volition that goes against her every moral fibre. Only after she makes the one compromise will she start to compromise her self respect, her identity and, eventually, her humanity. So when Tracy eyes the scene before her, I can tell her horror is true and unexpected. She has no idea what's to come. She thinks she does, but she doesn't. The Post, her beautifully...

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Tracy the Crack whore

Sean watched out his kitchen window as the scene unfolded in his backyard. The girl, a young teen, led a strange man toward the rear of Sean’s property, to the rickety old shed. He watched her grow frustrated, and then mad, when she found the shed padlocked.Sean grinned, in his kitchen, as he reached into his pocket, removing his key-ring and examining the two shiny new Master-Lock keys. As he watched, the teen seemed to make a decision, and she led her man around to the side of the shed. She...

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Tracy

Some of you will have read my other stories this one is a little different as I was not around when this happened or indeed know any thing about it until afterit had happened.I had to go away with my work for a few days on training course so Tracy was to left alone at home. I phoned Tracy when I arrived at the hotel just to let her know I had arrived safely. Tracy tod me that a friend of ours (I will call him Dan) had phoned and asked if he could stay for a couple of nights. Tracy had said no...

2 years ago
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Tracy the Crack Whore part ll

Sean wrapped up at work early. It was a blistering hot and sunny spring day and he couldn’t concentrate, all he thought about was Tracy. He was a small-town boy from the mountains in the Southwest and had never been exposed to anyone like her. On the way home, he stopped at Walgreen’s to pick up some bathroom supplies and beer and found some other cool stuff, too. Getting back into his truck, he cracked open a beer and pulled out of the parking lot, his mind on Tracy again, the blow job she had...

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Tracy and Dad Chapter Four

Once everyone was up and ready to go they all piled into the SUV and drove to the lakeside village just south of the cabin. John and Chris got dropped off at the marina to get the boat and do some fishing. The girls were going to do some shopping in town and grab lunch at the coffee shop. They would meet up again around three at the marina.“What time is it,” Nicole asked Tracy.Tracy was staring at her phone and didn’t look up as she replied, “Five after three.”They were sitting in the marina...

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Tracy Dad Part Four

“What time is it,” Nicole asked Tracy. Tracy was staring at her phone and didn’t look up as she replied, “Five after three.” They were sitting in the marina parking lot waiting for John and Chris. Nicole was people watching while Tracy texted and Cassie played a game on her phone. They had had a good day together exploring the small shops in the village. After lunch they had done some grocery shopping for dinner tonight and drove back to the cabin to drop off the food. “I see them,” Nicole...

2 years ago
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Daddy and Mommy Seduce Tracy

"Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Fuck yes! You fucking bastard! Fuck me like I'm Tracy...Fuck me like I'm Tracy..." Tonya was growling into her husband's neck as his thick cock drilled in and out of her tight ass. Her pussy was done. He'd been pounding away at it off and on for a couple of hours, and it needed to rest. Todd's thick cock was hard, and abusive on her soft, fleshy, wet insides. He had left her pussy sore, red, and inflamed after so much pounding, and squirting. Her clit was on fire from the...

2 years ago
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Heavens Reach Brandon and TracyChapter 4 Learning Arts

The following morning they wake-up, once again entwined in each other’s arms and legs, with Brandon up moments before Tracy. He is again watching her as she comes up out of sleep and opens her eyes. Seeing him there, looking at her with a smile, Tracy cannot help but to kiss him deeply, followed by her grinding herself against him, as he is covering her with his body as he supports himself on his elbows. Though aroused and full of desire, they quickly get out of bed, get dressed and head to...

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Tracyrsquos Bondage Photoshoot

This how we managed to have a threesome with Tracy for the first time without her knowledgeThis picture story involved Me Terry and my Wife Tracy and Bill an old family friendIt all started with some pictures of Bill’s ex-Wife on an old laptop A couple of weeks ago I got a call from Bill an old friend asking for my help with his laptop which had broken down. I said for him to bring it over on Saturday morning.He arrive with it on Saturday as planed after 20 minutes of testing it I told him the...

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Tracy spends a year with usthe begining

After an amazing weekend with Tracy and Jen, Tracy and her husband left and went back home. Jen got a very excited call a couple weeks later that she was in fact expecting. Both Tracy and her husband were so excited, and of course only Tracy had any idea that something other than just good luck was at work. As was typical, a couple months went by without us seeing them, and thus getting an opportunity to have any more fun together. I enjoyed Jen's instable desire for sex (including...

1 year ago
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Mary and Tracy missed spring break

Mary and Tracy were spoiled sisters. They were pretty young blond girls who were sluts in college fucking anyone and everyone who made a pass at them. Their mother knew that. She had caught them with the red headed paper boy when they were twelve and thirteen. Tracy had her blouse off and her panties were down around her ankles. The paper boy was sucking her little breasts and Mary was undressed masturbating her pussy watching. She did not scold the girls. She took them to the doctor and put...

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Mark Tracy Ch 02

‘There’s an accident on the Eisenhower that has traffic backed up for miles,’ came the traffic reporter’s voice from the radio. ‘No shit,’ thought Tracy. She’d been sitting in the rush hour traffic for nearly an hour and knew that there must have been something in the way of accident to have the traffic this backed up. Chicago traffic was by far the worst. She hated the traffic but had to go for an appointment that afternoon. Having finished it, she thought that she may miss the majority of...

4 years ago
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Tracy Meets Her Cyber Lover

Tracy Park was going to do something out of the ordinary.  She had met somebody online and was going to meet up with them.  They chatted online every day for the past three months.  Their cyber sessions were extremely naughty and always made her orgasm.They usually chatted online and would role-play.  They both took their time creating storylines that were very involved.  She would never masturbate until the very end.  Her friend was sometimes late with his replies which probably meant he was...

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Dear Diary Spying on Tracy

Introduction: Dominiqua details what she caught her friend doing. ​ Dearest Diary, I have never wanted to get home to you more than I did this morning. I have a whopper of a story I want to tell and I cant tell anyone but you, at least right now. I am still in shock and disbelief as to what I saw, and it was the most stimulating and intense experience I have ever seen. As you know Tracy has been my friend since kindergarten and we are the best of friends. We got even closer back in the...

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Tracy My Sister In Law Shows Me the Way

Tracy and her other sister picked us up at the airport. I noticed Tracy, then in college – a blonde Midwestern beauty, and was immediately attracted to her. We were driven to their parent’s home, and had lunch. Through the weekend, I got to know all of my wife-to-be’s family, including Tracy. Tracy was dating, in College, and not very interested in me, so didn’t notice that I was giving her my undivided attention. My wife and I married in the summer of 1990. Over the years, Tracy and I...

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Tracy in TroubleChapter 5

They all left the jewelry store, with Tracy in front of the other girls. They watched as she wiggled her cute little ass for them and began to think of all the possibilities they could have with this little toy of theirs. Tracy, on the other hand was trying to think of how she would explain the new jewelry to her parents, should they ever see it. They were very strict about these things and wouldn’t even allow her to get her ears pierced. Now she had her belly button pierced and a chain...

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Tracy in TroubleChapter 17

The girls woke up on Sunday morning, the same way they went to sleep, with Tracy’s tongue in their pussies. They were really enjoying this, and made plans that from now on whenever Tracy was with either or both of them, she would put them to sleep and wake them up eating their cunts. Once they were awake, they took care of their duties in the bathroom, and then allowed Tracy to do the same. A good pee and shit, then an ice cold shower. Next came breakfast and Tracy once again found herself...

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Mark Tracy

Gentle Readers – Just a little note to you all. This is my first submission to the site and it’s sort of plain vanilla compared to what I’ve written for myself and a ‘friend’ in the past. But, I found it to be somewhat fitting that I would use a first time with my lover as the topic for my foray into Erotic writing. This is more of a romantic story more then an erotic one. I hope you enjoy it and be gentle with your comments. Hopefully future stories that I submit will bring more of the kind of...

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Tracy

TracyTracy and I, her husband, David has been married for 18 years. We met while working for a local plastics company and I still work there, while she works there, part-time. We have 2 k**s, both are well into their teenage lives and we rarely see them, except when they need something etc.Tracy stands 5 feet-6 inches tall, and weighs 155lbs. She has a 38D-28-38 figure, and does her best at keeping it in shape. She has shoulder length blonde hair and her hair is naturally light brown, almost...

4 years ago
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Kayla and Tracy A Day in the Life

KALYA AND TRACY: A DAY IN THE LIFE By Brett Lynn Awoken by the sunlight, Kayla rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, then vaguely gazed at the city scene outside of her panoramic windows. Realizing that if was a bit cold to her left, she glanced over in that direction to confirm what she thought. "Damn, I must have slept a bit late," she muttered to no one in particular. Shaking the cobwebs out of her head, she pulled the sheet off of her, then sat up, feeling that now-familiar...

2 years ago
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Comforting Tracy after Catching Husband having an Affair

We talked on the phone for about 20 minutes and she seemed pretty upset. She agreed to come to my condo around 9PM. Right at 9 there was a knock on the door. I opened it and Tracy walked in. Tracy is attractive...blond hair, 43 year old , nice tits and nice legs and ass. I offered her a drink and she thanked me and finished it quickly. I gave her another one and soon after that she relaxed and became more talkative. We talked for about half an hour. During a lull in the conversation, I...

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Heavens Reach Brandon and TracyChapter 2

Arriving back at the inn, Tammi flashes a signal to the other Hei Guer sect members in the area around them. The sign that she gives them is the “All is good” sign as they enter the Twisted Oak. Upon receiving this signal all but one of her brothers and sisters depart, leaving a single watcher across the street. Inside the inn, Brandon leads the rest of them to the room. Once inside, Brandon takes a moment and sets up the sound canceling shell so they can speak without being overheard. The...

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Tracy in TroubleChapter 18

Tracy went into her house and straight to her bedroom. The girls had told her as soon as she was in the house, she had to strip naked, take the clamps off her pussy and attach them to her nipples. Then she was to fish the remainder of the hot dog out of her juicy cunt and put it in her mouth. She had to hold it in her mouth for a full five minutes, savoring her own juices before she could chew it up and swallow it. She did as she was told, and when she got the hot dog out of her pussy, it...

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Tracy in TroubleChapter 14

Tracy woke up before the other two, and as she opened her eyes, all she could see was pussy. She had fallen asleep between their legs and now was waking up between them. “MMMMM,” she thought, “maybe if I wake them up the same way I put them to sleep, they’ll be easier on me.” She started with Linda and got up close to her cunt and gently began to lick her. Tracy didn’t want to go too fast, for fear that she would wake up to quickly and be mad. So she just licked lightly until she felt Linda...

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Tracy in TroubleChapter 27

Once they were inside, the girls told Tracy to be sure to follow their instructions at all times, no matter what. First, they had her bend over in front of her brother, just to be sure everything was plainly seen. She bent over and Tim’s eyes got big, and he smiled. Of course, the girls were also looking and could see Tracy’s little butt cheeks poking out from under her skirt. Not enough to show everything, but just enough to get someone’s attention. Linda said, “Just right, now we can...

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Tracy II

The ladies toilet was empty, at least as far as I could see. Tracy picked the end cubical, her hands had already raised her dress to her hips, pausing, she watched me as she started to lower her panties.I stood mesmerised, as her hands lowered them. They slid down her thighs in one movement, as they stopped at her knees, she turned and backed into the cubical. Moving to the doorway, I watched as she sat down and I heard the water flow. At first her knees were together, with her hands clasping...

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Hi Im Tracy Tanner

Hi! I'm Tracy - Tracy Tanner ? and this is my story! I won't start at the beginning because I know you haven't got all day. The first thing you need to know is that my mother is a witch. Well, kind of. I've never seen her boiling eye of newt or heard her casting spells in Latin, but things just seem to happen around her. Especially to anyone who gets on her wrong side. I'll tell you what I mean. At our old house, our next door neighbour had a big German shepherd that always used to get...

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Tracy in TroubleChapter 12

Once out of the school, they headed for Linda’s car. They made Tracy walk in front of them, so they could watch her ass swinging. With each step, the short little tube top she wore as a skirt rode up her ass, exposing her ass cheeks. Both girls laughed and talked about many ideas they both had. They arrived at the car and Tracy stood beside the car, hands behind her back and legs spread. Some of the other students who had found out about her slavery stood close by to see what would happen...

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Tracy in TroubleChapter 21

Linda drove down the highway toward the college, making sure to go by as many truckers as she could, and blowing the horn to be sure they looked into her car and saw little Tracy spread out in the back seat. The truckers acknowledged her by blowing back, and waving. Everyone but Tracy was having a great time. Soon they were approaching the campus and the sorority house of KAT. Pulling up in front, Christina and Linda got out and told their little pet to “stay”, with instructions that when...

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Tracy and Dad Chapter Three

Tracy woke up early on the first full day at the cabin. She rolled over and unplugged her phone that was charging on the nightstand. She spent the next twenty minutes answering texts that had come in while she slept and going through her social accounts. Finally hunger got her out of bed. She threw on one of her dad’s old t-shirts that looked like a short dress on her small frame. She didn’t think anyone else was up so she would have to make herself breakfast. As she left her room she thought...

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Tracy in TroubleChapter 29

Kim was the first to step up and punish Tracy. As she approached her, Tracy began to think back of the time she stole Jim from her. She wanted him to be her boyfriend and promised him everything, just to be his girl. But, when he dumped Kim for her, she didn’t give him anything. Kim was pissed and never forgot what Tracy did to her. Now it was revenge time, and Tracy knew she would pay for being a cock teaser. Kim stood in front of her, but Tracy didn’t say a word. She just stared at Kim,...

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Tracy My Sister in Law Introduces me to BDSM

“So, something new”. “For you maybe. I’ve been a naughty girl. Been with a couple other guys who introduced me. Don’t worry, I won’t be gentle”. We went down to the basement. Tracy threw open the door. “Prepare to suffer in ecstasy”, she said, with an evil smile. I’d never seen anything like it. The first thing that caught my eye was a giant wooden X cross with chains. A stainless steel table with restraints. On the wall, whips and chains, ball gags. A stock for head and...

2 years ago
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Meeting Tracy

That probably doesn't set me apart from most of the guys writing on this site. What might, though, is the fact that I did very little about it until later in my high school "career." From the time I was 10 and figured out that thinking about the Pretty Blonde Girl in my class would somehow make my penis stand up straight, until I was 15, I hadn't so much as kissed a girl. I *wanted* to, of course. And once I figured out what to do with a hard-on once the effects of thinking about the...

3 years ago
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Tracy Dad Part Three

She was not too far down the hall when she heard giggling. So the twins were up. As she was about to knock on the partially open door she looked through the opening and saw the old dresser across the room and her hand stopped. The dresser had a large mirror attached to it and in the reflection Tracy could see the twins. Cassie was laying on her bed only wearing a small pink t-shirt and between her legs was Chris’s head. He was laying on his stomach in just his underwear. Tracy lowered her hand...

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Tracy

This was some years back, I was in L.A. for a week, so I looked up this girl I knew from school. Tracy had always said to give her a call if I was in town. Tracy was so excited to hear my voice. ‘Where are you staying?’ – I told her I was calling from the airport – Tracy said ‘Don’t get a hotel room – save money and stay at my place!’ She had this nice old house with a bit of a view, which she shared with a roommate. It was good to see Tracy again. Same cheerful smile, same good looks....

2 years ago
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Tracy in TroubleChapter 20

Tracy woke up Friday morning, just like she went to sleep the night before, her face buried in Christina’s cunt. She started licking her, so that Christina would be gently awakened for her day. Once she was awake, Tracy moved to Linda’s cunt to do the same. Soon, she was also awake and they got up to get things ready. The two girls used the bathroom and took nice warm showers, while Tracy waited on the floor beside the tub, on her knees. She had to pee, but knew she had to hold it until she...

3 years ago
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The Breaking of Tracy part 2

part 2 Preparations I personally have four bedrooms at the estate. My main bedroom is on the third floor and is decorated in imported Italian marble. The bathroom is the size of a low income house in most civilized worlds. No one but myself and the cleaning slaves are allowed in. I have a main floor bedroom near the back of the main house I use for overnight fucking. It has a beautiful four poster antique bed made out of richly carved oak. I maintain this room for having one of my slaves as...

2 years ago
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Tracy

Tracy Kent went to the dress shop to buy a dress for her dream date. Tracy worked as a bank teller and John Franks came in every Thursday she really liked him and today he asked her out, she wanted this for so long. So a new dress was in order. Walking into TORN DREAMS a dress shop she always wanted to shop at Tracy was greeted at the door by Grace a lady graceful long legs and very pretty she asked Tracy what she was looking for then took her to a rack of dresses that were perfect....

3 years ago
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Tracy Me Pt 1

**This is a true tale of sex, lies and temptation. The names have been changed to protect the guilty. The events in this story took place over a 2 year period about 5 years ago. It’s a long story, but I tried to make it as short as possible. Thanks for reading. Comment and rate please.** When I first laid eyes on my girlfriend Stacy, I thought she was everything I'd ever dreamed of. Her light brown eyes complimented her gorgeous bronze complexion. Her long, dark, wavy hair flowed over her...

2 years ago
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Tracy in TroubleChapter 22

Once back in the van, they headed to the KAT house to prepare for the night’s activities. Pulling up to the house, they ordered Tracy to crawl out on her hands and knees, and wait in the yard for them, on her knees, hands behind her head. She was so humiliated now, she did as she was told, not wanting any more punishment. She was in sight of anyone who happened to drive by, and some actually did, but she just hung her head in shame, trying not to look. The girls unloaded all the things from...

3 years ago
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Finally rid of Tracy

Like I said from the last story about how my little small dicked hubby Mick's step daughter arrived on the scene. A real fat, ugly lazy and dumb girl of 25 years. She had been living with her natural mother, since she left Mick for a more capable man in the bed. Even Tracy was not his, no, his mates brat, The result of a night his ex. had spent with Mick's mate, when Mick was away on business! Mick said that they were trying to get a baby and because of his problems, with his tiny dick and...

2 years ago
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Tracy in TroubleChapter 4

Tracy was awakened quite rudely by her friends Saturday morning. She was sleeping pretty well, even in the position she had been left in. The girls had gotten up early and did their morning routine, and also fixed a few items for Tracy to wear today. They each got a wooden spoon and went to their little slut to get her up. They lined up behind her, admiring her upturned ass. Silently, they counted to three and swung the wooden spoons on her bare ass. One spoon on each cheek Tracy jumped and...

2 years ago
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Tracy in TroubleChapter 6

Tracy woke up before the other two and just lay there on the floor thinking of all that had happened to her this weekend. She couldn’t do anything else, since the girls had tied her. Her mind went back over the last couple of days, thinking of how she got herself into this mess and what the girls made her do. Until now, she had never thought about eating another girl’s pussy and had not even seen a real cock. Now, she was eating pussy, and actually enjoying it, and sucking cocks. Even...

3 years ago
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Tracy in TroubleChapter 10

The girls told Tracy they were going to get her cleaned up so she didn’t have to go home smelling like a slutty cum bucket. She was led into the bathroom so she could wash her face. Then they told her to get on her knees on the floor. Tracy thought, “Great, now I’ll have to drink their piss again!” But she was wrong. Instead, the girls brought out something new. “Open wide slut,” said Linda, “You need to learn how to deep throat a big cock, and this will help you.” She then showed Tracy...

2 years ago
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Tracy in TroubleChapter 23

Tracy and Evelyn looked at each other for a while. They had no choice, since both had been tied so that they had to. Tracy couldn’t talk and Evelyn didn’t say anything to her. She knew the humiliation Tracy was suffering. Soon, despite their awkward positions, both of them drifted off to sleep. The next morning, Christina, Linda, Sue and Beth all woke up in the same bed, holding each other. What a wild night they had together. They got up quietly, so as not to awaken anyone else. Before...

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