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The Kinky Roadtrip – P4
i blushed within the darkness, remembering of other excusions and the sensation i’d had of being watched. Not simply observed .. however that creepy sort of moderate paranoid feeling of being stalked. He continued. “If our observations and heritage checks are satisfactory, the Master is invited to meet his first membership duty. The application cash…
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The Kinky Roadtrip – P3
The bus lumbered off even before i had made my manner to the rear of the bus. I settled within the center of the lower back seat, just as i have been instructed, spread my legs wide, and located my fingers behind me. The chain pinched and vibrated against me as the bus moved deeper…
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The Kinky Roadtrip – P2
I made small communicate with the guard, signed out at exactly 5:02, and made my way past the buildings that had been expelling hundreds of professionals like me. Bet none of them are doing what i am this night (whatever the hell it is), i concept as i glanced at a few nameless faces inside…
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The Kinky Roadtrip – P1
Dora, my secretary, dropped the FedEx letter on my table nonchalantly. “Taking a trip,” she asked? “Hmmmm?” i replied, my head buried deep in economic projections and my interest riveted in resolving that stubborn round calculation that had eluded me for the past 15 minutes. “This is another one from that ‘Excursion’ location. What is…