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, don’t make me lose respect for you!" I turned to leave, but then remembered my diary was still in his possession. I coldly added, "Give me back my diary!" "It's in my room. Want to come with me to get it?" "Forget it. It’s easy to misunderstand when a man and a woman are alone together. I’ll wait for you in the lobby." I pressed the elevator button and quickly disappeared from Dominic’s sight in my high heels. He looked up and caught a glimpse of the cut on his lip in the reflection of a shop window, chuckling softly to himself. Sure, I was a bit wild lately, but I was a lot more interesting than before, wasn’t I? Once back in his room, Dominic Blackwood quickly pulled out the thick notebo

she noted, as if it weren’t obvious. "Should I not be, Berry? When you called me and said you had ‘information,’ I thought it was something worth my time." I let out a humorless laugh. "So, you got word that Diana Lockwood is pregnant, and instead of confirming with her, you came to me?" I leaned forward, voice laced with scorn. "Lady, I’m Mary Black, not Diana Lockwood. If she’s pregnant, go confirm it from her, not me." I stood up, my chair scraping against the floor. "If you have nothing else to say, I’ll be on my way."

Black walked in with a slight grin on his face that sparked Max's interest in what he had to say. "We found her." The statement brought ripples of excitement dancing through him. "Where's she?" Black dropped his phone on the mahogany table that stretched over him. On the phone was a video of a woman dancing and twisting her waist happily. Lady Mystery. He had gotten her. His gaze remained transfixed on the video as if he was staring at a rare gemstone, unable to look away. It felt like he was seeing her for the first time. Seeing her smile for the first time, it was as if he had discovered a hidden treasure. He never expected the stern-looking lady could move like a whirlwind to the rhythm o

She still looked confused, but still waited patiently for me to go on. “Zachary Blackwood is nothing but a cheating bastard. He is not so high and mighty after all. He's just as dirty as the rest of us. So finally, Madelyn knows it now. Whatever illusion of him that she had is already broken. I could see it in her eyes, the hurt, the betrayal. She told me so herself. She said it aloud, and I felt it. And trust me, mother, when a woman feels that kind of pain, Madelyn in this case, she turns to the one man who has always desired her. Me.”

Everyone knows me as a gentle and calm wife. On our wedding night, my husband, Julian Chapman, sleeps with another woman. I tell myself that it's part of being married and that I should be understanding. He blows through the 30,000 dollars I brought into the marriage. I kept my silence. Then, he brings home one mistress after another. I pour them drinks myself. When his gambling debts finally catch up with him, he sells me to a brothel without a second thought. "This is my wife. She's quiet, obedient, and easy to deal with. Take her instead. Do whatever you want with her." I laugh. He has no idea that I had a reputation before I ever married him. They called me the Queen of Hell. I ha

I sat upright, changing my settings to switch to mails. It was from Dr. Xander with a black envelope as the subject followed by, "You need to see this!" I read out loud. I clicked on the new mail. Dear Becca, Dr. Baldowski managed to compile your memory into a disk and it is attached to this mail. But before you watch, hear me out first. You might have a deep-rooted belief concerning your personality but don't play a personality you are not. Yes, something or someone might have deluded you to that particular belief but believe me, that's not who you are.

So, Over the next couple of years, I started cross dressing & playing with big black toys, until I just couldn't take it no more. Then I found the M4T personals on Craigslist & quickly hooked up with another Big Black Cock, who fucked my now totally broke in ass pussy. Over the next few years I hooked up with another 10 Big Black Cock's, who I dressed up all sexy for & had them just fuck my ass pussy, with some of them even cumming all up in me too.

The English-speaking black man was now stepping fast towards the woman. "Hey." The black man was pointing a pistol at the woman. The man sitting next to the woman stood up quickly and put his hand on the woman's mouth to force her to shut up. The woman was now throbbing under his control. The man had now brought the bus to the forest. People were bowing their heads in fear. "Stop Stop" He was now telling the bus to stop. And then they were hitting all and getting everyone off the bus. Azfarin's arms were getting tired.

Its the very opposite'' Damian interrupted. ''Oh shush you!....I'm telling the story here-.....'' ''Marcelis......'' A calm but stern voice echoed through the room. Damian jolted out of his seat with me abruptly spinning around on my heel towards a gorgeous looking woman. Deep wrinkles formed at the corners of her eyes as he smiled broadly at us, her sparkling white teeth on full display. Darn those teeth! Her strawberry blonde hair had silver streaks in them showing her very matured state. She aged pretty well. Judging by her looks she would have been extraordinarily beautiful in her youth.

The layout looked exactly the same as it did when we were pups, but a heavy, foul stench of old urine and stale sickness hung thick in the air, choking out the scent of pine. "O-okay," Carol whispered. The worry on her face had turned into pure, unadulterated fear. She turned on her heel and led me straight into the wide sitting room. My heart took a sudden, painful dip in my chest. Sitting right in the center of the floorboards was Mother Blackmaw, strapped into a massive, automated silver wheelchair. She looked so incredibly thin and fragile, her tiny body completely swallowed up by an oversized pink sleeping tunic. The beautiful, rich brown hair she used to display proudly was completely