Most women wouldn't be able to live like this, I thought. But most women hadn't lived in a tent with 9 other women, �... either. I had hovered over many an oil burner while trying to stay warm during a chilly night in the sandbox.I left the reasonably warm, dry cabin with wet hair. I didn't think it would matter, since it was still raining like water pouring from a garden hose with no nozzle. I managed to get to the office and have the coffee on before Helen arrived. I. The page squirms a bit as I penetrate her grabbing her by her hips I thrust and begin the fuck... I start to fuck her the congressman falls to his knees and insert his dick back into the young pages mouth... The congressman moans I'm not sure if it's from the pages sucking ability or his bad knees he was 63 after all. I love to fuck a tight ass something my wife's not into... But this page was taking it hard from me. "Take it you fucking bitch" I moaned as I thrust deep inside her ass my tie. "Mrs. Robbins–may I call you Brooke?" he asked. Brooke nodded in the affirmative and he continued, "Brooke, the ad for this position has been running in the paper for nearly a year now and I have interviewed literally hundreds of applicants. Many of them were highly qualified as secretaries or receptionists. But when they learned about the other part of their job they decided it wasn't for them," he said."Mr. Barstow, I'm not sure I understand," Brooke said. "Brooke, this is a very high-stress. This is part 1 of 3...Also, stay tuned, big announcement in about 4 weeks at mistressdyvia.comDisclaimer: This story is my intellectual property, and should be treatedas such, do not plagiarize, or post without permission. If it is notlegal to view writings that are sexually explicit and have themes ofbondage, feminization and other deviant sexual experiences: don't readthis. Don't read it, if it is not legal to do so where you live. Goingany further is of your own free will, and responsibility.
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