I had to call Daphne on the carpet. She had fucked up and the client was refusing to pay. We were already barely in the black and nowhere near making our quarterly projections. So I made her come to the office at the end of the day and now she was sitting on the edge of my guest chair, waiting for the ax to fall.
Julius Rockefeller has come of age and is ready to leave his hometown to pursue his destiny. However his first encounter is not a measly slime but a sexy slime girl! Unable to defeat her in proper RPG combat, his journey was over before it started.
Harriet is a well brought up girl, studying for her 'A'-Levels at Kunt College, London. But she has to choose a fetish for her Further Fucking syllabus, and is somewhat undecided. What will she choose, and where will it take her?
Jack and I had gotten away with the perfect murder, so why did I feel so shitty? And, as Jack had said, "The bitch deserved it!" She did, if anyone did, so why did I feel so shitty? The police were at a complete dead end, no closer now to solving it than they were last week. So why did I feel so shitty? I just did is all.
The luscious, highly oversexed Malomar Twine. My Malomar Twine. Our Malomar Twine. That Malomar Twine! Maybe that's why I feel so shitty . . .
Dr. Williams, a surgeon, is assisted by three of the sexiest RNs ever known. Angie, Sabrina, and Karen all fuck him regularly. The fun part of this story is that it's all true.