Sally Slater Novels & Stories

She needed to find out why she would just up and leave the way she did knowing that their mother would be worried sick. Sally was 29 and was older than Callie by five years. They were so different in character that you would never assume that they were sisters. Sally was always so eager to be rich without working for it. She was pretty and very smart but always used her looks to get by in life. Social media was a frenzy… Sally was on every platform flaunting her goods… She played with the rich and famous always hoping that she could get a rich man to marry her.

“Rachel West！” James Smith snorted through gritted teeth, almost jumping over to beat her. Rachel West said blankly: "I didn't have the strength, and she fell on her own." "You think I'm blind?" You are blind! Rachel West secretly slanders, no matter how weak her body is, she never shows weakness on her face. James Smith stared at her rebellious little face, but couldn't strangle her.

'Adolf's shadow' was the name she earned due to how inept and cruel she was to her targets. She remembered how she felt as if a part of her humanity crumbled off every time she took a life until a time came when she felt nothing. Like the man who felt nothing as he toyed around with women’s hearts, she had no regard for other people and was selfish of her own happiness and pleasure. She then snapped out of her own maze of reminiscence and started her busy day.

The money came flying down on stage. Carter added his own shouts while slapping the table. He couldn't clap. His other hand was busy with my pussy lips. Sweet Sally ran her fingers up her pussy lips and brought them to her mouth. As she suckled on them, the music ended. "That was Sweet Sally!" the DJ announced. "Have to get a lap dance from her," I said. "Hmm, maybe," he said. "She is a St. Tatiana slut. Been there, fucked that."

“It’s Travis, right?” In a brief silence, she spoke up, “He was a good friend, taught me everything….” Sally was an orphan from the Central African Republic. The never-ending conflict between warlords and terrorist organizations tore her country apart. To sum it up, her life was a nightmare until a sympathetic local god appeared and offered her a way out.

But just then, her thoughts were cut off as a voice from behind her stated, “Maya, thank God he’s finally down. How are you?” Maya looked behind her and saw a familiar girl wearing that same outfit that the other flamingo dancers were wearing. Maya smiled, “Yeah, thank you, Sally, for helping me out.” The girl- Sally sighed out of relief as she removed her wig cap, her luscious chestnut brown hair fell down her face so elegantly, well, after all, she was a princess. Elegant is her true nature as a princess. Sally covered up herself with a silk bathrobe and said to Maya, “But I have to say, Maya, I was shocked when you messaged Oli and me on F******k that you were Russia. Speaking of which, w

She tossed a pad at me before she and Sophie went to the connecting space to prepare my gifts. It took me around 30 seconds to strip down, leaving around fifteen minutes to sit tight for the young ladies. At long last, the entryway opened and Sally stood wearing a white streaming, see through outfit. She ventured back to uncover Sophie stooping on the floor in a dark undergarment that came only dependent upon her tits. The sides were sliced impeccably to fit over her hips and afterward boiled down to a point simply over her groin. She was all the while wearing the dark choker and had her hands behind her back, her spread legs uncovering her shaved pussy. "Sir," she said in an imposing voice,

Catherine asked with a monotone voice. “Didn’t you hear, Mr. Hernandez? The partner does not have to be a guy.” Brittany said with a gesture. “What’s on your mind then.” Catherine was uninterested but she must go with the flow as she does not have any other choice. “Of course, our specialty. Ballet.” Brittany exclaimed in excitement and Catherine felt like her world had been destroyed. Catherine blinked twice and asked again, “What?” “Ballet.” Brittany said with so much happiness. She was all giddy but Catherine was not.

Nina patted Quincy's shoulder and went downstairs to meet Sally. Sally stood in the living room, wearing a pale white dress embroidered with peonies. She was adorned with a full set of emerald jewelry, giving her a gentle and elegant appearance. However, her gaze was anything but kind. Sally had never shown Nina a friendly face. "Nina, how dare you come back here?" Sally, in her high heels, stormed towards Nina, but Nina caught her wrist and forcefully pushed her away. Sally stumbled, nearly falling. In disbelief, Sally glared at Nina. "Nina, you! How dare you lay a hand on me? You have truly lost all respect!"

It was a very huge store, with a million dresses, it smelt of fresh roses and pastry. “good day ladies” a tall lady greeted us the moment we walked into the store, she wore a suit and had a pair of spectacles hanging off her nose. “Miss Romero” she added with a smile. “and you must be miss Santiago, Romans fiance”. I smiled at her. It was funny though that her store was named after my fathers name.