That Lonely Holler [RP Thread]
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				Title: <strong>That Lonely Holler [RP Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>03-03-2015, 05:05:22</strong>
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				The small mountain town of Putnam, Kentucky has it's fair share of secrets. Some of them are real big ones actually, bigger then you're expect for this quiet town hidden deep in the mountains. It's the local mines, you see. Coal is King in this small mountain town, but it's a well known fact that a mine can have more then one type of rock in it and the mines around Putnam also have radioactive uranium in them. Some very powerful people have been working to keep this a secret, but you can see the effects if you know what you're looking for.<br><br>Most dramatically, the men that work in those mines are usually completely sterile within a few years of the beginning of their employment. Some even so far as to lose all desire to touch their wives in any sort of sexual way. The growing sexual frustration is sometimes so thick you can cut it with a knife. Very few people actually know about the radiation in the mines and how it's sexually deadening the men who work there. The previous sheriff knew, not many more. The current sheriff probably could figure out that <em>something</em> is up if he sat down and thought about it, if probably not able to figure out what.<br><br>The upside to the sexual inactivity of most of the men is that crime rates are down, even for the statistics of what the town should be getting. The previous sheriff didn't take a deputy until he was almost old enough to retire, and that was just to make the transition easier. Then Deputy Hensley was expected to win the election by a landslide even before he get the previous sheriff's blessing and he'll probably hold the job as long as he wants.<br><br>The township of Putnam is fairly small. On paper it's got a few thousand people, but that's including rural houses that just happen to be kinda nearby so in practice it's less then that. The birthrate is obviously much smaller then it should be too given the township's size, also a result of the mines. It's too the point that in the area babies that result from married women cheating on their husbands are secretly nicknamed "Putnam Babies".<br><br>Or as the women in Fiona's Hair Salon have nicknamed them, "Hensley Babies". Laura Caldwell just had her baby. Rumor has it that the father isn't her husband Tom but it's Sheriff Hensley. They say that with pretty much all the babies of Putnam granted, for the last 3 years anyway. He was known as Deputy Hensley then, and back when he started they talked about how handsome he was, how sexually dead their husbands were, how he seemed to have more of the twinkle in his eye.<br><br>And if half of what they said was true they probably should of been more careful about who they said that around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Lonely Holler [RP Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>12-03-2015, 02:29:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.hawtcelebs.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/amber-heard-in-jalouse-magazine-february-2014-issue_1.jpg)</div><br>Rosalee didn’t know where she was when she woke up. This was not an unusual occurrence. Her eyes fluttered under their lids and she smacked her cotton filled mouth. She was definitely hung-over.&nbsp; Also, not an unusual occurrence. <br><br>“Ahhh,” she moaned, wincing as she tried to move off whatever hard surface she was on. Did she crash on the floor of The Shaft? Again? Slowly she peeled herself up and forced herself to open her eyes. <br><br>Bars?<br><br>Must have been a good night. <br><br>It was going to be a better morning. <br><br>Nothing cured Rosalee’s hangovers like the prospect of cock. <br><br>“Yoohoo! Sherriff,” she called out, strutting to the cell opening. She slide her arms through the bars and struck a pose.<br><br>“I say Sherriff, your prisoner has contraband and needs a full cavity search.” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>12-03-2015, 17:11:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://yubanet.com/uploads/5/SBCounty_Sheriff_Deputy_Alex_Collins.jpg)</div><br>She really didn't need to call out, the cells in the Sheriff's office was small - only 3 of them just like in the Andy Griffith show. But they were a bit more up-to-date then that with his cameras. He knew Rosalee was awake before even she did going by how she looked. She did drink a lot last night.<br><br>Funny thing got in his head though. Looking around, Hensley and Rosalee were the only ones in his office. That does raise a few ideas. Rosalee wasn't in the cells to be punished of course, she was in there because she got so drunk that she passed out, he brought her here last night for her protection. Granted, in Putnam, it was more likely that someone would go through her wallet then take advantage of her - but the long story short she could leave at any time she wanted. The cell door wasn't even locked this time.<br><br>Still didn't mean they couldn't have a little fun. He turns off the cameras, and enters the "cell block" in full uniform with department sunglasses.<br><br>Her pose, her innuendo - he knew what they wanted. A small clipboard nearby, he picks it up and looks her over. He goes for serious body language and serious voice, but with an obvious hard-on.<br><br>"<strong>I don't have a female deputy available. Looks like that means I have to do it.</strong>" he gives with an authoritative voice. It was half true too, he didn't have a deputy at all, let alone a female one. Legally he was supposed to either get her to sign a waiver giving permission or go down to the clinic and find a female nurse to do the search. Instead he just puts the clipboard down.<br><br>"<strong>Hands on Bars, Prisoner.</strong>"
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				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>13-03-2015, 05:09:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.hawtcelebs.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/amber-heard-in-jalouse-magazine-february-2014-issue_1.jpg)</div><br>Rosalee giggled and gave her blonde hair a toss. Sherriff Hensley lived up to his reputation and his job description. He protected and certainly served. It wasn’t that Rosalee wanted for male company, well that was a lie, every woman in Putnam wanted for male company. But Rosalee found ways around that, she screwed the newly legal and the few traveling men that came through. On occasion she and another frustrated gal would give each other a hand. But the Sheriff, oh Sheriff Hensley scratched an itch only he could reach. <br><br>She put her hands on the bars and spread her legs, folding herself in half to arch her back and present her shapely backside. Course he couldn’t appreciate it yet. All he got was an eyeful of her breasts straining against her shirt that was a size too small. <br><br>“But Officer,” She pouted, “Don’t I got rights?” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>13-03-2015, 07:19:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://yubanet.com/uploads/5/SBCounty_Sheriff_Deputy_Alex_Collins.jpg)</div><br>Travelling men are few and far between, the newly legal were basically kids. The women of Putnam wanted for male company alright, but there weren't many actually Men available. He can't help but grinned a bit, opening the cell door and stepping in. Rosalee, what did she call it?<br><br>She was more honest then most of the ladies of Putnam. Most pretended it would be a one time thing, or that he was a horrible man using the women of his town like a harem. Rosalee though, knew that this was part of being alive - you had needs and desires. An itch that just occasionally needed to be scratched. He reaches over and feels up her ass with a smile.<br><br>"<strong>Right now? Right to get naked, maybe. We both know who you'd call.</strong>" he chuckles, holding and leaning in to feel up that body.
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				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>13-03-2015, 18:29:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e5/Emily_Lloyd_2.jpg)</div><br>Emily and Randy had suffered through another pointless fight that Saturday morning. When she had tried to initiate sex the previous night, he had given her the excuse of being too tired.&nbsp; When she had awakened him the Saturday morning by stroking his cock and twirling her tongue around the tip, he had pushed her away in annoyance. Emily had tried to start a conversation about his lack of desire for her, but it had only ended in him marching out of the bedroom and then soon thereafter, his pick-up truck pulling out of the driveway. <br><br>Emily had tried to wash her frustration away with a long, cold shower and a small breakfast. She was due at Fiona’s salon around 11 AM. To that end, she herself drove off towards the town center, in her old grey Toyota. She was still thinking of Randy when she found a seat in the salon, in between mrs. Randolph and mrs. Cooper. Their conversation briefly halted upon Emily’s arrival, but soon started again. It took Emily a while to figure out who they were talking about, though when the name Henley fell, she guessed they meant the Sherriff. It did not make any sense though, since they were talking about a man both women seemed to have very intimate knowledge of. She frowned when the women exchange double entendres at the sheriffs expense. What was this all about?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Lonely Holler [RP Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>17-03-2015, 01:41:06</strong>
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				"<strong>He certainly has the 'Serve' part down pat,</strong>" Mrs. Cooper laughs, and Mrs. Randolph can't help but join in.<br><br>"<strong>Served me 4 times last time, thinking about getting served again soon.</strong>" she adds with a low raunchy chuckle. Fiona giggles a bit too as she gets to washing her hair.<br><br>"<strong>That's so bad.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>He served Laura Caldwell pretty solid too. You hear about her?</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>No, what?</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>She finally had her baby. Doctor had to do a c-section for some reason but they're doing fine, with a Son from what I heard. Don't know what she named him.</strong>" she shrugs, but the way it was worded made it pretty obvious that Mrs. Randolph fully meant. She wasn't saying it, but she was pretty strongly inferring that the father of Laura's baby was Sheriff Hensley - not her husband Todd.<br><br>"<strong>Well, she should have an easier time then Mrs. Chapman and Abby.</strong>" Mrs. Cooper adds. You know, it's funny - the Chapman's were both proud members of the local black community but their daughter Abby was pretty light in comparison to both of her parents. If that's because Sheriff Hensley was also the biological father of Abby Chapman...<br><br>"<strong>Oh, the men don't care anymore about that. If they did, they'd leave. Steve doesn't care for sure.</strong>" Mrs. Randolph continues - refering to her own husband, and Mrs. Randolph does have a 2 year old son.<br><br>"<strong>You know this town is going to have all sorts of new drama when the kids are old enough for Prom.</strong>" Fiona adds, smiling as she comes to Abby.<br><br>"<strong>The Usual, Emily?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Lonely Holler [RP Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>18-03-2015, 19:22:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;size=l&amp;tid=74448976)</div><br>Rosalee may have been guilty of moaning like a porn star, but one couldn’t deny the effect it was having on the good Sherriff. <br><br>“Oh officer,” she groaned, “Is that a night stick in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”<br><br>She gave out another high pitched needy whine when he draped his well-built form of hers. She was all for foreplay but it was like when she drank her morning coffee, she chugged the first cup and then sipped the second.&nbsp; She turned her head over her shoulder and gave him a wide grin. <br><br>“C’mon sugar, you know what this taxpayer needs.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>18-03-2015, 21:12:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://yubanet.com/uploads/5/SBCounty_Sheriff_Deputy_Alex_Collins.jpg)</div><br>Sheriff Hensley chuckled at that. Chuckled, then with one hand to make sure that her hands are still on the bars he uses the other to pull those jean shorts down to her knees and rip off her panties with a dramatic tear.<br><br>"<strong>For you Rosy, that's the same thing.</strong>" he chuckles, the "night stick in his pocket" chubbing pretty hard. That lose hand rubs along her slit to feel how wet she is, but he can see the shimmer visibly as he backs up and gets behind her. The shuffle of clothes and his pants are down low enough to bring out the night stick. <br><br>"<strong>You know, it's amazing how often you get locked up in here for someone with your record. I'm going to have to come up with new excuses to bring you in.</strong>" he adds with a chuckle, remembering that Rosalee prefers condoms. Ah, right - he pulls one from his pocket and slaps her ass to distract her while he puts it on.
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				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>19-03-2015, 15:12:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;size=l&amp;tid=74448976)</div><br>She only pouted a little when he ripped her panties. She liked that pair. On the other hand it huge turn on that sent another gush of wetness between her legs. <br><br>Her eyes rolled back in her head when those big fingers found her waiting and wanting. She needed something in her now. Not having the words anymore to insist she pushed her hips back against him and arched further, presenting like a cat in heat. <br><br>“Someone with my record?” She asked, batting her eyes, “Why Sheriff, whatever do you mean?” <br><br>She was about to say something else cheeky before he slapped her cheek. Her witty comment dissolving into another low throaty moan and a mantra of ‘c’mon honey, please’. 
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				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>19-03-2015, 18:26:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://yubanet.com/uploads/5/SBCounty_Sheriff_Deputy_Alex_Collins.jpg)</div><br>He was expecting to have to warm her up some more but when his ripping off of her panties was immediately followed by a surge of wetness that he could watch wash over her undercarriage. Well, nevermind.<br><br>Lining up, Hensley lines up and gives a good push to enter her hot and ready body with what she needs. A bit of force behind him too, to go deep from the beginning.<br><br>"<strong>Keep your hands on those bars, prisoner. Seems like you get yourself arrested on purpose just to get fucked by the law.</strong>" he growls as he pulls out almost to the end of his covered cock then pushes back in. 
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				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>20-03-2015, 01:42:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.hawtcelebs.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/amber-heard-in-jalouse-magazine-february-2014-issue_1.jpg)</div><br>He sank to her cervix and she cried out for God. Or Sheriff Hensley, whomever was closer. <br><br>“That’s it Sugar,” She gasped. She kept her hands tightly on the bars, as was instructed. <br><br>“Maybe,” she retorted, after he claimed that she liked getting fucked in the name of the law. “Should I stick to jaywalking or passing out drunk or will it take an arsonist to get your motor running?” <br><br>She whimpered as he began to piston, her cunt flexing over him with every thrust. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>20-03-2015, 05:39:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://yubanet.com/uploads/5/SBCounty_Sheriff_Deputy_Alex_Collins.jpg)</div><br>He chuckles as that as she whimpers out his name. Rosy liked it hard and deep, like he was scratching an insatiable itch at least for a while. He grins, he moans a bit, and plunges deep once more. Did he just tap her cervix? There's definitely a wet slapping sound in the air as he fucks her so deep his hips are slapping against the flesh of her ass.<br><br><em>*slap*</em><br><br><em>*slap*</em><br><br>"<strong>Definitely would have to hold you longer, you'd like that I think.</strong>" he gets out in the passion of the moment as he slaps her ass with a chuckle.
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				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>23-03-2015, 04:51:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.hawtcelebs.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/amber-heard-in-jalouse-magazine-february-2014-issue_1.jpg)</div><br>“Would I get nightly bed checks?” Roselee moaned in between the thrusts of his demanding cock. <br><br>She was close, so fucking close. It wasn’t the first time they had been at it, not by a long shot and the Sherriff knew exactly where to hit. He knew how to move his hips into her, how she liked it and the right amount to tease. He had carved a familiar path in her that flicked her switched every time. Especially if she could just get one little push over. <br><br>With that that in mind she removed one hand from the bars and slipped it between her legs. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>23-03-2015, 22:26:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://yubanet.com/uploads/5/SBCounty_Sheriff_Deputy_Alex_Collins.jpg)</div><br>Sheriff Hensley reaches down and slaps her hand away from her own womanhood, with a growl that escapes his throat immediately after.<br><br>"<strong>Hands on Bars, Prisoner.</strong>" he grunts, but he does reach down himself to start working his clit while fucking her. He leans in so that the other hand can reach below and get under her clothes to start working her tits in the cell.<br><br>"<strong>Might have to hold you for longer for that alone. Contempt maybe?</strong>"
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				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>25-03-2015, 21:36:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;size=l&amp;tid=74448976)</div><br>Rosalee was beyond speaking once his hand found her pulsating clit. She just gripped the bars tighter and continued to rock her cunt back onto his cock. <br><br>Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that she should be getting to work, not to mention her appointment at Fiona’s. But right now it didn’t matter. What mattered was this primal dance that she all too often didn’t have a partner for. <br><br>She was just about to crest, she could feel the veins of his cock along her walls and in return they tightened, trying to push her over the edge. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>26-03-2015, 22:38:18</strong>
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				He pounds her harder, going for her cresting one more time before he gives his own moment a chance. He growls, pulling back on her hips while she obeys his order which makes things all the sweeter. A little more, a little more...<br><br>He groans, pushes hard, and his cock gets to work filling up that condom as he hopes Rosalee was rocking the moment as well.
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				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>27-03-2015, 14:55:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e5/Emily_Lloyd_2.jpg)</div><br>When the question was asked, it took Emily some seconds to process the fact that it was addressed at her. <strong>“Erm… yeah… the usual.”</strong> She blushed a bit as if she had been found out in eavesdropping, when she had just been overhearing the open and rather shameless conversation the two women besides her were having. She leaned in a bit closer towards mrs. Cooper and inquired, <strong>“Excuse me… but are you two talking about the Sheriff?”</strong> She kept her tone hushed though the way the two women had been talking prior, they seemed to have little qualms about spilling their own secrets. <br><br>Emily herself felt both shocked and intrigued by the suggestion that their Sheriff was screwing so many different women. He seemed a respectable man, yet this new information made her see him in an entirely different light. More importantly, she considered her own “problems” with Randy. Her husband hadn’t done justice to his first name in an eternity. Fate seemed to have offered her a solution in the form of a libertine Sheriff, but she would need to have enough courage to take it. She sat back in her seat, waiting for the hairdresser to get started, whilst waiting for mrs. Coopers response. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>28-03-2015, 18:01:18</strong>
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				Emily's question made things so quiet that the sound of scissors starting to go through her hair could literally be heard throughout the salon. The looks on Mrs. Cooper's face said everything, and probably on the other women too when they came into view. They knew it, they just made a really big mistake.<br><br>"<strong>She didn't know?</strong>" Mrs. Randolph finally breaks the silence with a quiet accusation in the air around them.<br><br>"<strong>She works at the Hotel, how does she not know?</strong>" Mrs. Cooper looks to the others with that stunned look on her face. It's finally Fiona that offers to help Emily out as she looks her in the eye.<br><br>"<strong>Look, Emily - how can I put this?</strong>" she starts, looking for support with Mrs. Randolph and Mrs. Cooper. She gets some, in their looks as Mrs. Randolph decides to start watching the door.<br><br>"<strong>Randy - I'm guessing he hasn't touched you...as a woman...in a while, right?</strong>" she nods, hoping for a bit of a reaction of understanding from Emily. Whether or not she gets it she manages to push on anyway.<br><br>"<strong>It's not just Randy. Almost all the men around here get like that after they get out of high school. Nobody really knows why, we just know that whatever happened to the other men didn't happen with Sheriff Hensley.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>It's not a bad thing, necessarily.</strong>" Mrs. Cooper offers a way into the conversation, "<strong>They don't seem to be hurt in any real way, they just - lose interest in sex. With anyone.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>Frankly, we thought you knew since you worked at the hotel. Ever notice how a lot of us will check in for just one night, even if as we live close by? Surely, you thought <em>something</em> was up?</strong>"
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				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>02-04-2015, 01:44:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">[img height=200 padding=10 [/img] http://www.hawtcelebs.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/amber-heard-in-jalouse-magazine-february-2014-issue_1.jpg </div><br>All she heard was the blood pumping in her ears. The world went still and numb as her sex folded in on itself before expanding once more reborn. <br><br>She sagged for a moment against the bars, panting out the remainder of her lust. Then, as if a switch had been flicked, her eyes sprang open with a gleam and she glowed with life. <br><br>With that she removed his spent cock from her cunt and pulled up her cut offs. Grabbing the Sheriffs face, she squeezed his cheeks between her fingers before planting a lingering kiss on his smushed mouth. <br><br>“Thanks sugar,” She released him and left his hand linger on his chest. “This was fun, but I gotta get to work. See you round?” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>02-04-2015, 02:21:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://yubanet.com/uploads/5/SBCounty_Sheriff_Deputy_Alex_Collins.jpg)</div><br>He groans a bit as he finishes up, and it takes a minute to catch his breath. She pulls off of his cock before he can, and gives him the lingering kiss as a thank you. Protect and Serve, indeed. He slaps those cut-off cloaked cheeks before he pulls up his own pants.<br><br>"<strong>Of course. Don't actually start any fires.</strong>" he speaks up with a bit of a chuckle. Work, right - that thing he does between rounds of sex.
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				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>06-04-2015, 15:22:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e5/Emily_Lloyd_2.jpg)</div><br>Emily was further confused by the air of secrecy that suddenly hung in the salon. Her words had put everyone on edge and some of the women spied the door as if she had to fear for the FBI or someone to bust through the entrance at any second. Her mouth slowly fell open as she listened to Fiona’s words. She nodded when they inquired about Randy. She felt ashamed at sharing this aspect of her life with strangers, but then, they had just admitted to having the same experience. She blushed a bit when they inquired as to whether or not she had any suspicions, working in the hotel as she did.<br><br><strong>“Well… to be perfectly fair with you ladies… I did wonder on occasion if some of you perhaps had an affair, but I had never imagined you were all meeting the same man!”</strong> Her blush was not just because of the question, the talk of sex had aroused her a bit, quite understandably as she was a young woman who had gone without it for too long. She was whispering when she inquired, <strong>“So how exactly… does it work?”</strong> She made eye contact with mrs. Randolph because she seemed to be the one least bothered with giving out the details. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Lonely Holler [RP Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>06-04-2015, 21:28:23</strong>
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				The ladies in Fiona's share a smile among themselves. Now what was once a potential threat to their way of life - or at least getting their muffs stuffed when stuffers were so rare - is now in on the conspiracy. Mrs. Randolph goes back to watching the door but with a smile on her face. All the sex talk was having an effect on her too, less visible then with Emily.<br><br>"<strong>Call in a prowler. Use that word exactly, a prowler. That's been code for wanting some Hensley since he was a deputy.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>I've been meaning to ask, what if you really do have a prowler?</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>...I don't know if that's ever happened. Call in a suspicious character or a stalker, I suppose.</strong>" Mrs. Cooper shrugs.<br><br>"<strong>Just decide ahead of time if you want him to use a condom. He's not shooting blanks.</strong>"
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