The Training Manager’s Privileges
The watchman opened the gate to allow the car in. It was a steep hill for a few meters before
DevamThe watchman opened the gate to allow the car in. It was a steep hill for a few meters before
DevamHe was sitting in the big low armchair when I came in. I threw my bag on the couch and
DevamThis is part 3, but the stories are supposed to stand on their own. ***** Christy and I had dated
DevamAuthor’s notes: 1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily
DevamThe sound of the waves and the feel of the warm sands on a deserted beach had put me to
DevamI recently adopted the term “confused boyfriend” to describe the main characters in a number of stories by Craptain Planet,
DevamPlease voice your comments and votes after reading this and any other works by any other writers. It is the
DevamThere is dream dust still hanging at the corner of my eyes, but I nevertheless open them. It’s pretty early,
Devam“This is just the right size,” Zelma giggled as she held up one of the largest dildos and shoved it
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