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It was an early Sunday evening, all she could do was watch the television and wonder if he would ever call. So Meredith decided instead of waiting around all night for him, she would take a relaxing soak in the tub.

Meredith closed the drain on the tub, and turned the water to a steamy setting, adding a few drops of body wash to make some suds. Knowing no one was in the apartment, she went to the living room and found every candle she could and lit them each in the bathroom, one in her bedroom. She turned the television to a soft rock music channel that she remembered listening to when making love to him a few weeks before.
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Mistress:

I am here as instructed, at the side of the bed, on the floor, on my knees, nude except for my collar. I have cleaned myself, both inside and out. I felt demeaned, kneeling nude in the bathroom, head against the tile as I inserted and gave myself the enema, filling myself with the warm soapy water solution. Placing more and more in me, until I could hold no more. Then holding it until the need became too great. Then sitting there, humiliated as I relieved myself.

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Once again, the following morning I felt a little ashamed of myself, especially when I saw the underwear lying balled up beside the bed. Even so, there was still a sense of discovery. I felt that a door had been opened to a whole new world and it was, if nothing else, exciting.

I fought any temptation to repeat that experience for three days. By mid-week however, I found myself daydreaming in class, wondering what it would be like to have a boy touching me. I had no one particular in mind; in fact he was faceless but tall and strong. It must have been obvious that I was distracted. I was usually the perfect student and several teachers and some of my friends asked if I was OK.
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I have been thinking of us meeting in my hotel room.

You are really nervous but you start to relax when it becomes obvious that I am just like I have told you.

Under your clothes you are dressed exactly as I asked you to be: bra, panties, garterbelt, stockings. You strip off your outer clothes and pirouette for me to examine you. You have shaved off all your body hair as I wanted and your cock is hard and throbbing. You put on some lipstick and eyeshadow as I lounge back in the armchair watching you and feeling my cock hardening under my suit trousers.
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Chapter 2

The next morning I was disgusted with myself. I felt I had done a terrible thing that was really against everything I believed in. I promised myself that I would be stronger in future, and sleep with the window shut if necessary. And I was very good. I quickly returned to my usual self and had barely a sexual thought for almost two weeks. The couple next door helped out by deciding to make their bedroom on the other side of the house by combining two smaller rooms. Life quickly returned to normal for me. I was in my final year of school, which had just started. I was studying harder than ever.
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Dear Paige,

How are you Sis? Thank you so much for writing. Yes, everything is lovely here. John’s idea of an extended honeymoon has been an absolute pleasure. When you yourself get married you must insist upon as much time alone, away together as you can.

We have been spending long days by the beach, relaxing and drinking. The night life here is relatively tame, but there are enough little bars and nightspots around to ensure we always have somewhere new to go. We’re being very naughty, drinking and chatting long into the night, and lazing in bed until midday or so the next morning.
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She sat there quietly on her couch, the laptop open, the screen blank and glowing. Her nostrils flared as she once again breathed in the scent of her arousal. It happened more often now than it used to. Some days she woke up smelling of heat and lust. She knew she should go shower, after all, surely others would notice the heady fragrance, yet. . .to wash away the scent would mean denying herself the pleasure of simply enjoying the very air around her.

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One night I was chatting with my Mother. She had recently asked me about Greg my best friend at that time as well. “Does Greg still like you?” She asked one night. No I answered why? “Well I know he likes to spend the night and all… and I realize you two aren’t …active that way any more, but I woke up Saturday evening and he was in the bathroom. I waited out side for awhile and he wasn’t coming out. I walked up to the door to see if he was Ok. Just before I knocked I heard him moaning lightly and I knew he was masturbating. So I quietly tiptoed back to the kitchen to wait. It still seemed like awhile so I figured I would just try to sleep.
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We never talk about it. My friends and me. We share intimacies that men wouldn’t believe, about our feelings, our children, our finances and even our husbands. But sex, except for some occasional ribald comments about a movie star, is never discussed. We are most respectable. We wear conservative clothes, and do “good deeds”. I serve on the hospital board, another volunteers at the library; a third is involved with conservation. We get out the vote, belong to MADD. We are the most proper of ladies.
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As I sped my car through the night, I was tingling with sexual excitement, power. My pussy throbbed from the thorough fucking I’d just received, and I something told me Black would be more then a little intimidated that I’d found a rod so close to his own. He had to know I was going to win this eventually, especially after turning me into such a persistent little cock-hound.

This is proof that Aaron Black’s Cock had rendered me as stupid as well as horny.

God, the cock. My mouth watered at the thought; my dick-sucking lips pursed with anticipation, wanting only to feel that freakishly thick meat stretching them out.
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