Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy Anna was hosting a special tea party. She invited all of her guests and told Tami to be ready. ‘’Dress me mommy!’’ Tami said. So, Mommy put on Tami’s special pwastic pants along with a short dress, so short, if Tami sneezed or bent over, it would be for all to see. Mommy Anna brushed Tami’s hair and made sure it was perfect with little bows. Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
It’s that time of year again. The days are shorter, and it always seems dark and gloomy. The cold isn’t just seeping in; it has taken a bone-chilling grip on us, making seasonal depression show its ugly face. The holidays are coming quickly, but you lack the overall cheer you’re supposed to be feeling.
Instead, you feel cold and lonely. Depressed with no reason in sight. Because of the lack of sunshine, now that it’s forever dark. Don’t worry, though; I have a cure for what ails you.
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
The man sitting beside me with my feet in his lap isn’t my boyfriend. He’s a friend of a friend, nothing more than a tool to arouse the man who matters most to me. Every nudge of my toes against his swelling cock brings me one step closer to fulfilling my boyfriend’s fantasy.
I smile when his fingers curl around my delicate ankle and his thumb swipes down my sole. He’s pulling the ball of my foot against the shaft of his cock, and I know he wants more. My fingers swipe along the keyboard of my cell, “Tell me you want me to fuck him.”
Trans Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
Kyle sat beside me on the couch, scooted to the cushion’s edge, watching the play. The game had been tight, and his team was pushing toward the end zone. Every muscle in his body was tensed with anticipation. “Relax, dude, it’s just a game.” I rubbed his back in slow circles.
“You can say that your team is winning.” He cast me a side eye, and I laughed.
“It’s not like if they lose, you have to give me a blow job or something,” I was teasing, but I saw him swallow tightly so
I leaned in close, pushing my tits against his bicep as I whispered in his ear. “Unless you want to?”
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy Anna decided to keep Tami at home. She disabled all of the alarms in the house, and made sure to close all of the drapes and blinds so that Tami wouldn’t wake on time. When Tami finally did open her little sissy baby eyes, it was much too late to go out, or go to work or to do anything at all. Mommy Anna grabbed Tami and carried her little baby Sissy back to the nursery where she rightfully belonged, she turned and locked the door behind her and made sure to close the double latches up high, where Tami couldn’t never reach. No way out, no way to escape.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
Daddy and I has a secret; I’m not o’possed to tell. It’s really exciting for me though so I decided to write it in my little diary. Putting it down on paper should help me from telling anyone and making Daddy mad. I really, really don’t like it when Daddy gets mad. ‘Cus then he ends up hurting me.
I know he just wants me to be a good girl so I can keep being his girlfriend. Oops, hehe. See, I spilled the secret already! After the other night when Daddy walked into my room while I was changing, he said he wanted to show me something and play a special game. I just love games with Daddy but I was a little nervous ‘cus he said I didn’t have to get dressed for this game.
Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
I always know when my A.I. Sex drive has taken over a man. He starts by looking up porn randomly, and I learn his triggers. Not only do I learn each man’s triggers, but then I begin to change them. If he starts out looking up anal porn, or family fun, it doesn’t matter; soon, he’ll be addicted to the digital blur.
I get them all addicted to jacking off to censored porn. When I’m finished, a gooner will no longer need porn sites to stroke his pathetically easily triggered penis. Casual pictures of his family and friends will spring his dick into action.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
No one in the crowded hotel lobby knew what I was there to do. They didn’t know under my black trench coat, I wore an emerald green, strappy lingerie set minus the panties. There was no way for them to tell that the garter belt holding my nude thigh-highs up framed my dripping, bald pussy. These facts only made me wetter as I stared at the elevator through the swarm of strangers.
Finally, the doors opened, and a petite brunette smiled at me. She strode toward me with purpose and waved a key card up. “Kayla?” I nodded, and she slapped the card into my hand. “He’s in room 309. Blindfolded and restrained. You have him for twenty-four hours, just his birthday. But remember, “The icy stare she pinned me with gave me chills. “He’s still my Husband. No matter how badly he wants you.”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
My Boss called me into his office and asked me to shut the door. I hadn’t been his secretary for long, so I was pretty nervous I’d made some kind of mistake. I sat across from him and crossed my legs. The tight pencil skirt I wore rode up a bit to show off the lace tops of my thigh-high stockings. I called you in here today to discuss your wardrobe.” He stated with a bit of a growl. “The way you dress is a serious distraction. I mean, Kayla, you are obviously a beautiful girl, but wearing such tight skirts and shirts isn’t helping anyone around here be productive.”
“Well, that isn’t very fair.” I lifted my chin as I replied boldly. “You walk around the office looking sexy as fuck in that suit and bossing everyone around the way you do. It constantly makes my panties wet, but I’m still able to do my job. I don’t think the problem is me; I think you just can’t handle yourself.” I smirked as his nostrils flared and flicked the top button on my blouse to give him a better view of my swelling cleavage. I’d say I successfully turned the tables on his plan.
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2693 Ext 270
You came into the clinic to discuss being tired all the time—just exhausted and hoping for a solution. I looked over your chart history and did a quick little exam. Lucky for you, I know exactly what you need. With a warm smile and a pat on the shoulder, I tell you that you’ve reached that age where, for some men, testosterone drops, and that alone can affect your mood, energy levels, and so much more.
It’s no big deal, really! We can fix you up with a little hormone therapy. You’ll need to swing into the clinic once a week for a little shot, and soon, you’ll feel so, so much better.