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She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

The moan that spills out of her lips is music to my ears. I grab her waist and pull out before easing into her gently, savoring the moment. I pause, making the woman wiggle her ass, craving another release. I spank her ass. "What was that about relieving yourself in the bathroom?" Once more, Kira lies, "I won’t do it again, sir." She certainly will. My mischievous girl is enjoying this as much as I am, and punishing her is the highlight of my day. Although, is it really punishment if it feels this good?

It's from Monika. *How is your little peanut doing?* She texts. This little whore did not! ... (to be continued)

I had branch in Kumasi, and another in Cape Coast, and we shipped to other countries as well. Business was really booming. “If it isn't Cindy Mensah.” A beautiful woman called out snapping me out of my reverie. I smiled uncertainly. “May I know who you are?” She smiled back, a perfect toothpaste commercial smile that showed her perfect teeth. “My name is Amelia Sanders, I'm a representative of Donatella Maruchi. How would you like to be featured in our African Pride week Festival?” I grinned, shaking my head in disbelief. “I'm dreaming, aren't I?”

And she accepts with a shy smile on her face. I felt their love embracing me. In fact, I was feeling everything they felt. Every feeling they were emanating. Love. Relief. Fear. Loss. Sorrow. We stood there for some minutes until Mellana approached us. “Hey.” I greet her. “ How is Luara?” “Tired but she’ll recover soon. She’ll be okay.” She says casually. “ I came to invite you to the moon’s festival.” “I am sorry, but Pandora won’t be able to make it. She has a busy schedule.” His voice would send a shiver running right down my spine, but now it only fills me with burning range.

Becca hiccupped and giggled, dropping her empty glass once full of strawberry daiquiri that Luke had brought with him. After five hours of drinking orangeade, strawberry daiquiri, lemonade, punch and stories of maximum laughs and epic proportions, she was tired as fuck. If she heard one more funny one night stand story about Allison McKinney being daft as a brush, she would, literally, pass out of exhaustion. She was reeling at the idea of heading out to a friend's party that was ongoing.

an old man sang his joy away. Murai cleaned his face with his palm. He hurled the decapitated head away, and it landed on the ground, rolling over and over again. He ran down to join his brothers in gyration. They danced in excitement, swinging their hands in a dance of honor for a man due for it. When they were tired, they settled down on the ground, anticipating an explanation of what had just happened. Murai was ready to tell them. He still couldn’t believe it himself. What had just happened? Now that the adrenalin had finished pumping, he was faced with the reality of his actions.