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  • "Enter," the answering voice spoke in a deep baritone rumble. Ponderous sets of Mission Oak furniture crowded the large office. Particles of dust floated like fireflies in the solitary beam of sunshine streaming through the gap between the heavy burgundy velvet drapery covering the picture window. The light from the outside slashed across the expansive surface of Mr. Fitzwater's empty desk. With the exception of a pair of gleaming eyes peering at us from the shaded recess behind the desk, the assessor himself was as invisible as the lurking trolls who live under the bridges in fairy tales. For several seconds, Sheila and the assessor exchanged glances without speaking. Finally, the colony's director stepped forward and extended her hand in greeting. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mister Fitzwater." "I don't shake hands with queers," the owner of the unblinking eyes said. "Excuse me?" Sheila's body tensed, and her eyes blinked and narrowed as she took a step backward. "You heard me, Ms. Carson. I will not shake your hand. You and your kind are an affront to God. I am a general in the righteous army of the Lord." Fitzwater's eyes flashed with fury as he rose from his chair and took a step forward. The man emerging from the shadows looked to be in his mid-forties and stood about five feet, five inches tall. His cloud of unruly white hair glowed like fire when he entered the light. His hands knotted and gnarled with the effects of late-stage Rheumatoid Arthritis held a manila file folder marked with the handwritten inscription, "Confidential: Sheila Carson." "I knew your father, and I remember his excitement when he found that shit-hole of an abandoned shack out in the mountains. I often watched you take female lovers out to that sinful place," he said as he emphasized the last word and opened the folder to scan the papers within the packet of documents. "You are not rendering unto Caesar that which is Caesar's. Your taxes have not been paid, and the property has not been properly appraised. Although you neglected to secure a building permit, I'm sure you've made unlawful improvements since you acquired the land," the little general said with an almost gleeful snicker. "Since you're here, let's schedule a time for me to inspect the property. Is next Tuesday convenient?" The assessor asked as he reached for the calendar and held his pen at the ready, prepared to write. The CEO of the Society of Sisters blanched at the suggestion of a visit and inspection. Sheila looked like a goldfish gasping for breath as she opened her mouth to speak, closed it, and opened it again. No words came out. "Next Tuesday?" he repeated. "I'm sorry sir, but our holy place is forbidden to you," I said as I set the case of spirits on the floor and stepped forward. "Forbidden?" he snarled as rage twisted his face. "Yes, sir. “So, do you think you’re going to give up on her?” Olivia asked, rubbing her clit in slow circles. “How big is it,” She asked. Whenever Sarah would bump her clit. Laurie knew from the pamphlet that the procedure involved an intravenous drip, but it was still a little unsettling when a male nurse wheeled in the bag and drip. She had a petite body, her t-shirt tight around her small breasts, her nipples poking hard at the fabric. “You still have to be able to do the job,” she said, pointing a finger at me, “and do it properly.” He decided to stock up on junk food and energy drinks as well as a quick stop at the McDonald’s drive thru. “I love leftovers,” she said looking up at me and licking her lips. "Oh, thank you daddy. But if the first girl, whose name was Amy, fully participated, then I felt that would break the ice so to speak and others would also join in. Of course it was a gamble on my part but luckily Amy reached out and took hold of my now fully engorged cock. Now let me make it clear that I am not a complete whore. We want to get you two back together not split you up forever. My name is Chad and no, I don’t think we need anything else, thank you.” A wave of heat washes over you, and you know that your last opportunity is upon us. They finished eating before I did and went upstairs to brush their teeth and go to bed.
  • Introductory June is a normal church going wife and mother. She lives in a small American town in the late 1950’s.One day two drifters come calling. The men want money and some fun with June. It was around 11pm on a Saturday night and Trevor Mortimer is having his once a week sex session with his wife June. The bedroom light is off and June lays on her back with her nightie pulled up to her waist and her legs spread wide open and her eyes closed. As her husband bangs away at her. June lays there as quiet as a church mouse not even a single moan escaped her lips. Her husband is frustrated by her complete lack of emotion. And he also just goes through the motions of making love to his wife. Trevor decides to speed up his pounding of his wife he just wants to cum and get this over with as quickly as possible. He decides that his wife is a complete total loss when it comes to sex. He blames himself what should have he expected marrying the only daughter of the town preacher. Trevor now lets out a soft low moan as he starts to cum inside of his wife’s pussy. Once Trevor has finished cumimg inside her. He just lays on top of her for a few seconds, then he rolls off her and within a couple of minutes he is fast asleep. June now waited a few more minutes to make certain that her husband was fast asleep. She now gets out of bed and quietly walked out of her bedroom and down the hallway to where the bathroom was. She now strips off her nightdress and tosses it into the dirty laundry hamper. June now gets into the hot bath which she had run before her husband had started his unsatisfactory sex attempt. June always had a bath ready so that after sex she could quickly clean herself up. After her bath June sprays some perfume over her body to make herself feel fresh and clean. She also gets a clean nightdress out of the airing cupboard. She now returns to her own room and quietly gets back into bed and soon she too is fast asleep. Tommy is awoken by the familiar smell of freshly baked bread coming from the kitchen. He quickly gets dressed and rushes downstairs. Tommy finds his mother in the kitchen doing her usual Sunday morning baking before they all go off to church. June smiles at Tommy as he comes into the kitchen. June now asks Tommy. “If he wants any breakfast?” Trevor too is awoken by the wonderful smell of his wife’s baking. Trevor now makes his way to the bathroom for his morning piss and wash-up. When Trevor walks into the kitchen his wife is just putting some more pancakes down on his son’s plate. She looks up at him and gives him a loving smile. June now asks him. “Whether he wants his coffee with his breakfast.” Trevor just nods his head to her and he now sits down at the kitchen table. Trevor watches his wife intently as he to just like his son eats his breakfast. June is still wearing her night dress but she has a kitchen apron on over it. When she bends over to put some more pancakes on her son’s plate he can see her large breasts dangling down in her nightdress. All Trevor’s friends tell him he is the luckiest man in the town to be married to the prettiest woman with the best figure especially her large full breasts. Which they say they’re very envious of him playing and sucking on. The last time he saw her boobs was on the night of their wedding when he accidently walked into the bathroom as she was getting changed into her night-dress. Sex was always the same on a Saturday night with the light out and in the same position. There was never any heavy kissing or foreplay. He was not allowed to touch any other parts of her body. It was just put it in and ram it in a few times and then cum. I pulled down my shorts, I had no underwear on and stood against the curtain so my ass pushed against it as I bent over to undo my sandals. Ed thought about making up an excuse to hide the fact that he had been stood up but he did not see the point. Lizzy stood there, outside the hotel room, second guessing everything she said she wanted up until this point. The girls were already waiting inside, and Antoine had to keep his jaw from dropping. I move my hips up above his cock and then slid back till his cock was right where I wanted him. She’d pull back panting for air then repeat the process. The plan did not go well, however, as the hordes of Frontier Clansmen simply shrugged off their losses and continued charging toward them mindlessly. Just then, I felt three successive vibrations against my back, and turned to see Kelsey rounding the threshold behind us, her muzzle flashing red. I had to walk slower and slower as Ben had more and more of an effect on me. We were passing a Ladies room and I pleaded with Jon to let me take them out. I don’t know if I can stand any more excitement”. Milan keeps touching my prostate in between strokes, which started to feel like a rhythm I was getting used to. But I still want to take you to dinner.” Not just any demoness, the most infamous of them all! “You two are just so cute,” she said, her breath holding a faint tinge of wine. “The softest part is your cunt,” there was that word. Some had Captain Generals’ already sitting at them, talking to each other. although she was topless she felt better and she spent some time admiring her “Holy shit, Warrick!” Ivy exclaimed. "And are you always a good heterosexual girl?"