The New Sitter (Servant Girl&Sugarman hal)
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				Title: <strong>The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>06-04-2008, 00:16:40</strong>
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				Charles Doubleday is tall slender and successful. He success is equal to his strong striking features. At 6’5’’ inches tall he is easily notice, not withstanding his bright red hair. And that was a problem in his profession. You see, he is a notorious gambler, a high stakes man. And known to be very good at his work. Each year, however, it is getting harder to find the game open to him. It’s just that he’s to good. <br><br>But today, he just needs a sitter, someone to watch over his baby while he’s gone. His baby? A long hair black and white cat named SilvesterAnn. She is his best friend and perhaps his only friend. He can’t leave her with just anyone, somebody special will only do. <br><br>Three interviewed and two to go. One was a guy, not that he didn’t care for male sitters, but the guy just seemed self-absorbed, he was at the door with a cellphone at his ear. Not a good sign. Then was a fifteen year old, to young and finally a woman too old for anyone’s grandmother. Why was it so damned hard too find a cat sitter? Hopefully this girl was the one. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl@Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>06-04-2008, 11:50:00</strong>
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				She was the girl from the floor below- a pretty 19year old student-<br><br>She wore a short denim skirt and a simple white vest with sneakers.&nbsp; Not exactly smart or sensible- there was something scandalous about the way her slender waist flared out into a rounded behind.&nbsp; She was petite with small breasts- probably only 5' tall at least a good head a half shorter than him.&nbsp; At least she wore a bra, although foolishly for a girl in a white top it was black and showed through faintly, distracting him.<br><br>"Hi Mr," she said with a sweet, gentle voice, "I'm here about the job!"&nbsp; At the sound of her voice the cat came running over and immediately began to coil around her ankles.<br><br>"Oh he's adorable!" she purred squatting down and ruffling the ruff behing his ears. <br><br>Galncing down Charles was astonished to see that the girl's position had caused her short skirt to ride up a little and he could see a tiny part of her black lacy panties.<br><br>She stood up and grinned "My name's Chloe, I'm from the flat below- I'm Miss Forester's daughter"<br><br>Miss Forester was a young single mother- not more than 36- who worked at the local hospital as a nurse.<br>She was a pretty woman and Charles could see the family resemblance.<br><br>They both had chestnut hair although cut into different styles- Chloe's was a french bob and her mothers was longer (often tied back in a single platt that hung down her back almost to her waist).&nbsp; They both had deep hazel eyes and they both had soft creamy skin that contrasted with the rich colour of their hair.<br><br>"So what will my duties be?" she asked rather presumptuously, expecting that the job was already hers.
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>06-04-2008, 21:53:52</strong>
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				Charles looked pleasantly at the girl standing in the doorway. "Yes come in," he replied.<br><br>He looked at SilvesterAnn flowing in and about the girl's ankles and laughed, "seems my girl likes you. Good start of a interview, don't you think?"<br><br>He sat her down across from him. <br><br>"Im Mr. Doubleday, Charles Doubleday. And that SilvesterAnn. The job is actually two fold. First I need a sitter for SilvesterAnn, not just feed and clean out her box, but to keep her company. She gets lonely, you see... when I gone. A she as a bit of a temper over it." <br><br>He laughed and continued,&nbsp; "Secondly I need a house sitter to watch my mail and be in to show the place is occupied, understand? "
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				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>06-04-2008, 22:09:21</strong>
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				She sat opposite him, her scandalously short skirt just about concealing her panties.<br>She glanced around at the nicely decorated apartment.<br><br>"Nice place" she said enviously. <br><br>Once he had finished his explanation she shook her head and wrinkled her nose in puzzlement.<br>"Erm, not really Mr Doubleday.&nbsp; Do you want me to stay in your house at night or just during the day while you are not here?"<br><br>SilvesterAnn stretched out on her lap and rolled over to be tickled. Chloe cooed over her and ruffled her fur.<br><br>"...I mean, whatever you want me to do is fine Mr Doubleday!" she said "I'm happy with either way."<br><br>She looked up and smiled at him and waited for his reply. 
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>06-04-2008, 22:22:53</strong>
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				He noted her lack of modesty and asked, “do you have a lot of friends… I mean, are you popular?” <br><br>He certainly didn’t want herds young people coming and going in his home while he was gone. After all he did have a fair amount of valued art ant trinkets about.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>06-04-2008, 22:47:55</strong>
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				"Well, I have a few close friends MrDoubleday but I'm not like, prom queen or anything!"&nbsp; She grinned<br>"Don't worry, I'd never invite anyone here.&nbsp; I'll treat your house with the utmost respect!" she said sincerely.<br><br>"So will I have to sleep here at night while you are away?"
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>06-04-2008, 23:35:35</strong>
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				“Yes I prefer it…” he answered her question. <br><br>She was so delicate and very sweet also. He liked her respectable manners and though he preferred Charles by his friends, he liked the way she said his sir name. It pleased him. His secret mind rushed over a <em>“Master”</em> there instead. <br><br>“Does staying here alone bother you young lady?” he asked, returning his mind back to reality.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>07-04-2008, 01:34:37</strong>
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				"No, it's just that I worry about my mother- she's a nurse and she works late.&nbsp; It's nice for her to have someone in the flat when she comes back... but I'm sure she wont mind."<br><br>She stole a glance across at the tall, red-headed man opposite her.&nbsp; He was so big, so imposing!&nbsp; She could feel his confidence, his power.&nbsp; It was oddly exciting and thrilling.&nbsp; She imagined what he might look like without his clothes-&nbsp; she imagined an impressive physique...&nbsp; Her mind snapped back to the room. She realised she'd been staring into space for a few seconds- she had no idea whether he had noticed or not so she tried to cover...<br><br>"So when do I start?&nbsp; I mean er... if I get the job, when would I start?"<br>Her face crinkled with concern- had she blown it?<br><br>Compared to the gamblers he normally associated with- this girl could be read like a book!
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>07-04-2008, 02:13:05</strong>
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				He saw her mind working on something and it hinted at a teen’s fantasy. <br><br>“Haven’t we forgot something, something important?” he greened. <br><br>He hasn’t set the wage. She was interested in the job more then the pay. So to teach her a lesson he let no hint of it out. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>07-04-2008, 02:19:26</strong>
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				She looked at him cautiously- forgotten something?<br><br>His grin could have been sharing a joke or it could have been laughing at her- if she knew what the joke was she might feel more comfortable...<br><br>Suddenly it clicked.<br>"I didn't like to ask about money, but how much does it pay" she said, blushing slightly at her naivity and shuffling nervously in her seat- giving him a glimpse of her creamy inner thighs for a split second.<br><br>Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room changed- she felt as if she was selling herself to him- to use as he liked, not asking for a job...&nbsp; she licked her lips nervously and put that silly thought from her head- where had it come from?
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>07-04-2008, 02:34:00</strong>
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				He laughed, “exactly right… always set the deal before you accept the job.” <br><br>He then gave her the offer of twenty dollars for each night she stayed and the use of the refrigerator and the pantry, excepting the booze and wine rack. He added he would throw in a extra twenty for treats. <br><br>“I’ll need you next weekend&nbsp; from Friday to Sunday morning. Come by Thursday to take the tour and the key and the twenty… your hired,"<br>&nbsp;he smiled.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>07-04-2008, 02:41:21</strong>
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				She smiled too and stood up quickly, her hand extended.<br>She was too naive to try and bargain and too excited about the money to care.<br><br>It wasn't a great deal of cash but then she didn't have to do a great deal either.<br><br>She offered to shake hands, her tiny paw seemed lost in his fist... then she left, before he changed his mind.<br><br><br>The days crawled by until Thursday and when it eventually arrived, so did she.<br><br>This time she was wearing a pair of low rise jeans and a too tight t-shirt that exposed the bottom inch or two of her belly.<br><br>"Hello Sir", she said with a smile "Mom says, I'd better be respectful to my new boss!" She added with a grin.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>07-04-2008, 02:58:33</strong>
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				He looked her over, thinking respect wasn’t the word that came to mind. <br><br>“Ok come in let’s start the tour. He should the kitchen first and where all the eating wear was, the pantry and such.&nbsp; <br><br>“I won’t be here so feel free to sleep in my bed, down there,” he said, pointing down the hall. <br><br>“The computer is password protested so it’s off-limits, sorry.” <br><br>He finally gave her the key and the twenty, “you have any questions… better asked them now because I’ll be gone when you are next here.” <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>07-04-2008, 03:03:32</strong>
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				She asked a few questions about whether she could have food from the refrigerator, what the cat ate, what his mobile number was and the like.<br><br>She was personable and friendly but she kept glancing down the hall to the room where the computer was.<br>Another man might not have noticed it but a gambler, trained to spot any tell would have seen where her eyes were drawn to.<br><br>"So, I'll come over tomorrow evening about 8 then." she said, "I'll take good care of your house and your cat sir" she promised.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>07-04-2008, 03:15:14</strong>
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				He actually didn’t think much of her looking too his bedroom, knowing she might be skittish at sleeping in a strange man’s bed. <br><br>He and she concluded their instructional tour and they parted ways. His only thought was how sexy innocent she was, a lot to learn.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>07-04-2008, 03:21:08</strong>
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				The following night, she let herself in with his key.<br><br>It was strange to be in his house without him there.&nbsp; She fet the cat and then got showered and changed ready for bed-<br>She wore a simple pink silk camisole over matching french knickers.<br><br>Then she decided to explore the rooms a bit- nose into his stuff and find out about him.<br><br>She started in his bedroom, looking through his drawers and wardrobes for anything interesting but before long she found herself sitting at his computer.&nbsp; The leather chair felt strange against her bare legs, a nice feeling of luxury.<br><br>She switched the computer on.<br><br>Yeah it was password protected but she was willing to bet the password was SylvesterAnn!!!<br><br>She sat quietly, waiting for the machine to boot up, suddenly nervous and excited!<br><br>When it eventually did, she tried the password...
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>07-04-2008, 03:58:33</strong>
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				Yes it was exactly that. The computer was a open book now. The desktop picture was, what else, SilvesterAnn. She lays in a silly upside down pose. <br><br>Now if she did search for files she would find out about his fetishes and his life. <br><br>Files: <br>Girls (those he knew in folders by name. Pictures included) <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(those he download from the net. Mostly ages going from eighteen to twenty –one) <br>Bdsm (pictures mostly of bondage play) <br>Business (gambling tutorials, access codes into sites)<br>Family (pictures of family) <br>Games (mostly of solitar type games)<br><br>And so on… basically she had a good idea of how he ticks.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>07-04-2008, 15:34:25</strong>
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				She smiled at her success and at the picture of SylversterAnn but her grin was short lived- she was so excited to be doing something so naughty on her first day!!!<br><br>She flicked through the pictures of his family and his work stuff without interest.&nbsp; So far so dull... She thought ignoring all the possibilities access codes to gambling sites could give her.<br><br>Then she found his BDSM pictures.&nbsp; At first she was shocked- the explicit nature of some of those photographs was quite shocking as she had never seen anything like it before.&nbsp; <br><br>But there was something about the faces of the girls- helpless and pleading with their captors that kept her there for ages-<br><br>How would that feel?&nbsp; Was the question that kept running through her mind.<br>Tingles of excitement danced through her belly as she mentally put herself into the place of the girls.<br>In her mind Charled Doubleday took on the role of the captor-&nbsp; sometimes gentle, mostly cruel and hard.<br>She bit her lip and squirmed in the seat- she was feeling quite excited now and not just from the dangerous situation.&nbsp; <br><br>She sqeezed her thighs together and thrilled at the delicious sensation.<br><br>She flicked through the images of the girls and imagined finding her picture there- for some reason that thought excited her as well.<br><br>Eventually she tired of poking her nose into his files and decided to take a look around the rest of the house.
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-04-2008, 01:10:01</strong>
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				There wasn’t much to find in the bedroom, just the usual men’s stuff. On the dresser was the usual, colognes and grooming things, clippers and brush, things like that. In the dresser wasn’t anything out of the ordinary either. <br><br>However in the night stand she found, first three packs of condoms and a dildo venerator and three scents of lubes.<br><br><br>&nbsp;(ooc: feel free to find anything you like in the closets or other room to help the story) <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>08-04-2008, 02:23:50</strong>
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				It excited her to find the condoms and dildo- she imagined her striking host in bed with a beautiful, rich woman- Perhaps tying her up- perhaps taking her roughly...<br><br>She shook her head to clear it.&nbsp; She'd only been in the place a couple of hours and her fantasies were running wild!!!<br><br>She opened one of the wardrobes and stared at the expensive suits inside, high quality shirts and trousers and all the other trappings of wealth.&nbsp; Running her hand down a beautiful dark suit jacket she felt a bulge in the pocket.&nbsp; Reaching in she fished out a wad of bills.&nbsp; Jackpot!&nbsp; He'd never notice a few dollars from a random amount in the pocket of a pair of trousers he might not put on for a few weeks!<br><br>She peeled off $50 and put it in her pocket to be spent the following day.&nbsp; Then she slipped into his bed- a strange feeling to be sleeping in a strange man's bed and she turned out the light...<br><br><br>The following day she left the house and went into the mall to spend her 70 dollars (50 from the suit and 20 from him earlier)- she decided to buy clothes and splashed out on a gorgeous summer dress- it was pretty short- coming to mid thigh- but it suited her so well, Chloe had to have it!&nbsp; <br><br>She returned to the flat in a cheerful mood, carrying her purchase and let herself in with her key...
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-04-2008, 02:46:20</strong>
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				The day in the casino went well as he got a good prospect to get into a big stakes poker game, strictly draw, that evening. <br><br>What Chioe missed in her search of his apartment was the two cameras he had hidden. One, of course, was in his bedroom, pointing toward the closet. The other was in the living room pointing toward the kitchen.&nbsp; <br><br>The question was what was going to show up on the tapes. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>08-04-2008, 03:00:01</strong>
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				Chloe returned to the apartment and immediately fed the cat.<br>Then she went into the bedroom to try on her new dress.<br><br>Standing in front of the mirrored cupboard door (and inadvertantly in front of the hidden camera) she stripped off her jeans and t-shirt.<br><br>The camera recorded her facing the other way, wearing just her bra and panties- simple cotton and lace affairs- and pulling her new dress on over her head.&nbsp; Her reflection in the mirror was also captured so he could see her from both sides!<br><br>She looked great in it- it was light blue and really suited her- she turned a few twirls in it then stopped.<br>She knelt down on the floor and put her hands behind her back as if she was tied up.<br>Biting her lip gently she peered into the mirror to see what she looked like.<br><br>She shifted position to a sort of hog-tied one where she was holding her ankles with the dress pulled up to her waist.&nbsp; <br><br>She looked into the mirror thoughtfully for a bit, then stood up and moved off into the kitchen to fix herself something to eat.<br><br>She made herself a sandwich and helped herself to a glass of wine from an open bottle in the fridge before settling down on the couch.<br><br>By now Charles had recorded evidence of her using his computer, stealing his money, and doing embarassing things in front of the mirror, he also had images of her drinking his wine and going out when he'd asked her to stay in. <br><br>Grounds for more than a sacking- if the police saw the tape of her stealing she could be charged!
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-04-2008, 03:18:42</strong>
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				He spent the next two days in the game, getting but four hours of good sleep. Outcome? $6,000 ahead, not his best game but wasn’t his worst. <br><br>He ended up at home at noon on Sunday. He had forgotten that the sitter might still be there so he didn’t announce himself. SilvesterAnn was there however, she was all talk and purring at his feet.<br><br>“Hi… how’s my favorite lady?” he said in that baby talk people to pets. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>08-04-2008, 03:44:11</strong>
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				She was still there, still asleep in his bed- she hadn't expected him back until later so she hadn't tidied up the dirty dishes from her meals- her wine glass was still by the sink too.&nbsp; It wasn't a real state or anything, just not what he might have hoped for.<br><br>Entering his bedroom would have revealed her slumbering body, half in and half out of the duvet- wearing just her silk camisole and panties, a combination that revealed every curve and contour of her beautiful frame.<br><br>If he were to stand there for a moment, watching he might see her roll over, turning her back towards him and giving him a view of her rounded bottom, clad only in thin white silk. 
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-04-2008, 04:12:09</strong>
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				He did see the kitchen and the general mess. It quickly reminded him that the sitter had been hired. He noted the wine glass and sniffed it. “My, my,” he thought. <br><br>Going to the bedroom he saw her just turning away from him. Her backside was lovely shaped. Charles had noticed her legs during the interview, but her full young ass was a wonderful addition to the full pleasure of her. <br><br>“Hello… Ummmm Chloe,” he said rather loudly. <br><br>He wanted to startled the girl to put her on the defense. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>08-04-2008, 04:28:46</strong>
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				Startled, she came to suddenly and tried to sit up but overbalanced and fell out of the bed, landing on the floor at his feet.&nbsp; Her delicious body, wrapped in its flimsy silk, seemed delightfully vulnerable for a moment.<br><br>Quickly she stood up and rubbed sleep from her eyes<br><br>"Mr Doubleday!" she said as if surprised to find him in his own house.&nbsp; "I must have, erm overslept... I'm really sorry..." she stammered nervously, not sure whether to grab her clothes and bolt into the bathroom or stand where she was.<br><br>She covered her breasts with folded arms and then decided that she looked too defensive so dropped them to her sides, then decided that her top was too revealing and pushed them back up again.<br><br>She was on the back foot and not sure what his intentions were.
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-04-2008, 05:02:18</strong>
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				“Well young lady we need to talk. Get dressed and meet me in the living room,” he said as he smelled the wine glass to show her she had been caught drinking wine. <br><br>He left and shut the door and headed back to the kitchen. Stepping on the garbage can lid opener. He pull out the empty wine bottom. Charles looked at the label. It was at least one of his $40 dollar wines, she could have picked better, perhaps his best $200.00 dollar 1970 French wines.<br><br>“Cheep tastes,” he chuckled under his breath. <br><br>Now he sat waiting on the couch, the cat next to him, the bottle and glass on the coffee table in front of him. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>08-04-2008, 05:05:56</strong>
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				She shuffled in, shamefaced and embarassed- caught out.<br><br>"I'm really sorry Mr Doubleday, It wont happen again." she promised.<br><br>She had chosen to wear her brand new dress and was standing before him showing an awful lot of leg.<br>The sun, shining in through the window, was behind her and her dress turned quite translucent in the bright light showing him every contour of her young body.<br><br>"I just finished off a bottle I found in the fridge."<br>She bit her lip nervously and tried not to look too nervous.<br><br>"I know I messed up, is there any way I can put it right?" she asked desperately a blush spreading across her cheeks..
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-04-2008, 05:21:30</strong>
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				He smelled, “is there anything else you need to tell me?” <br><br>He hadn’t reviewed the tape but he just felt there was more. She was too nervous to be otherwise. <br><br>His mind traced her legs upward to where they came together, “God,” he thought, “how fun it would be to have her dance on my finger." <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>08-04-2008, 17:19:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Erm, no..." she said "I don't think so Mr Doubleday."&nbsp; She replied nervously shifting from one foot to the other.<br><br>"Shall I clean up the kitchen now Sir?"&nbsp; the formal title seemed to come naturally to her lips.<br><br>The hem of her dress really was scandalously short revealing far more thigh than was decent.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-04-2008, 21:56:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Yes that’s a good idea… clean up. I need to check on something,” he said as he turned on his TV and VCR with his universal remote. <br><br>He had at hand a gift, so to speak, a new would of discovery of perverted pleasures. He began to scanning the tape.&nbsp; <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>10-04-2008, 16:25:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chloe rushed over to the sink- her mind whirling<br><br>Would he find out about the stolen $50?&nbsp; Would he find out about her shopping trip?<br><br>Quick as she could she filled the bowl with hot water and soap ready to wash up but carelessly slopped water all over the place including all down the front of her dress!&nbsp; <br><br>Cursing quietly she dropped to her knees to wipe it up...<br><br>From the lounge, should Charles glance over, he would see just how inadequately the dress covered her backside as she bent over to wipe the floor... Then as she leapt up just what happens to already quite translucent material when you get it wet.&nbsp; <br>Chloe didn't seem to notice that her breasts were now straining through the wet, almost transparent fabric to the amusement of her host...<br><br>The cleaning done, she returned to the lounge.&nbsp; "Will that be everything sir?" she asked nervously.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>11-04-2008, 01:19:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				By then Charles had gone over the tape enough to have all the goods he needed to entrap the little sex tart. <br><br>“Sit down please, right here,” he demanded harshly, as he tapped lightly on the sofa beside him. <br><br>“I see you’ve been a badly behaved girl. Look! <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>11-04-2008, 11:41:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She watched the tape with increasing horror- he knew everything- her use of his computer, her trip out and worst of all, her theft from his jacket.<br><br>By the time the tape had finished she was pale and shaking with fear.<br>"Please sir," she begged "don't call the police!&nbsp; I'm sorry, I'm really sorry! I'll do anything, just don't call the police!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>11-04-2008, 22:57:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Anything? Well we shall see,” he spat the words at her. <br><br>He played back the part where she was kneeling with the hands behind her back looking submissively in the mirror, he posed it. <br><br>“How beautiful you are there, don’t you think?” he grinned a evil smile. <br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>12-04-2008, 17:19:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She understood his meaning at once.&nbsp; Thinking back to the pictures she'd seen on his computer.<br>She knew or thought she knew what he was going to do to her and it excited her although it terrified her more.<br><br>She was torn between the urge to resist him and the desire to offer herself to him.&nbsp; The urge to resist him won out.<br><br>"No" she said softly "please no... let me cook and clean and work for you.&nbsp; I promise to be good.&nbsp; Please!"<br><br>But she knew it would be no good.&nbsp; She tugged the hem of her very short dress down a little bit more trying to hide her long sexy legs to little avail.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>12-04-2008, 22:16:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“So what would your mother think of your doings here?” he mused. <br><br>His hand was pushing up her little spring dress just slightly now.&nbsp; Yes he was beginning to see great potential with his little sitter. She was trembling, that was good, tears next maybe? <br><br>Charles’s heart was racing with pure excitement. How far would she go to keep him from spilling the beans. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>13-04-2008, 16:45:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She hung her head in shame and took her hands away from the hem of her dress allowing him to pull it up slightly and see her white panties.<br><br>"Please don't tell my mom!" she begged<br>"I'll do anything you tell me, just don't tell her and don't call the police"<br><br>She was desperate- clearly she would go a long way to keep her misdemeanours secret.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>13-04-2008, 20:01:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He got up and took her by the arm pulling her toward the bedroom. “well then let’s see how far "anything" goes, shall we?”<br><br>He took her to the full mirror where she had before played at being a slave. <br><br>“kneel,” he demanded. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>13-04-2008, 21:03:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She knew what he wanted- he wanted her body. He wanted to put her into the situations she'd seen on his computer.<br><br>Those girls were stripped, humiliated, tied- sometimes in pain sometimes in pleasure... again her mind wandered<br>What would that feel like?<br><br>She knelt before him, knees apart, hands on head, lifting her small breasts and pushing them out to him.<br>She closed her eyes as a thrill of pleasure and a shock of fear swept through her, battling for her mind.<br><br>"I'll do anything..." she repeated opening her eyes and looking up at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>13-04-2008, 21:18:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He slapped her hands from her head. “Look at yourself there… what do you see?” He was looking into the mirror eye to eye waiting for her reply. <br><br>For effect he grabbed a fist full of her long hair and pulled it upward making her look a bit like a trophy he bagged on a hunt. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>15-04-2008, 17:50:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't know.." she sobbed in terror<br>"A thief?" she was guessing now, unsure of what he wanted. <br>She had thought he just wanted sex.&nbsp; <br><br>"Please let go..." she begged "you're hurting me!"<br>Her hands weakly pawed at his trying to dislodge them from her hair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>15-04-2008, 20:32:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Yes a thief is part of it. But I see more…&nbsp; I see a nasty minded young lady. Don’t you agree?” he said, continuing his humiliation of his little sitter. <br><br>He wanted her full of fear and remorse to bring her down. Then he well transform her into something to his liking, something she would grow to like… even crave. <br><br>He let her hair loose and enjoyed the way it fell missed about her tear-wet face. She was absolutely beautiful like that. Yes Charles was an sick dominant man deep down. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>15-04-2008, 21:29:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded yes. <br>"Yes sir" she sobbed "I ama nasty minded girl"<br><br>She agreed with him. Hadn't she imagined herself in this situation?&nbsp; Hadn't she fantasised about his dominant control of her.<br><br>"I'm a dirty slut sir" she said "I'm a nasty little slut."<br>She turned her tear streaked face up to him.<br>"Please punish me sir" she begged "Please"<br>Her voice was pathetically weak even in her own ears.<br><br>"I'm a dirty, nasty little thieving slut sir.&nbsp; Please punish me."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>15-04-2008, 22:06:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Now this admitting her weakness to him through him slightly. He hadn’t expected her so willing to be under his control so quickly. <br><br>He grinned and knelt down next to her. His hand bushing her hair away from her face as she looked sadly at him, “and how should I punish you?” <br><br>He grabbed her chin and squeezed it hard, “a spanking perhaps? Little girls like you love that don’t you?” <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>15-04-2008, 22:12:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No sir, I mean yes sir" she stuttered "please spank me"<br><br>"Please don't tell my mom" she begged "please spank me really hard"<br><br>She looked at him and waited for instructions... would he take her over his knee? would he strip her?<br>would he just lift her skirt? Would she have to bend over a chair?&nbsp; How much would it hurt?&nbsp; Would she like it?&nbsp; A million questions buzzed through her head as she knelt there before him, her petite body next to his tall, strong one.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>15-04-2008, 22:30:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He lifted her from the floor and marched her to his bed. Shoving her forward he instructed her to lay face down so her rear was at the edge of the bed. <br><br>“Hick up that little dress of mine, after all it belongs to me so I want it up around your waist,” he chuckled .<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>15-04-2008, 22:33:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bending over the bed she felt terribly vulnerable and exposed but she obeyed him without question.<br><br>Slowly she lifted the hem of her dress and held it at her waist.&nbsp; <br><br>Her tight panties were now revealed to his hungry gaze.&nbsp; A little wet spot told him everything he needed to know about her arousal.&nbsp; <br><br>She would do anything he told her to.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>15-04-2008, 23:23:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hand dip down to touch her wet spot, “yes your are… a naught little one aren’t you? <br><br>Slowly he moved her panties down her youthful slender legs. The man was beginning to feel his cock responding to her sight of obedience, just for him. <br><br>Now panties at her knees and dress hiked up her bikini line defined the area of secret no-man’s line. The area he was now free to explore freely without reprisal.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>17-04-2008, 01:23:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She squirmed and moaned faintly as his hands explored her most intimate area.<br>Slowly, she spread her legs a bit wider to give him better access and pushed her hips back against his fingers.<br><br>She was very aroused now and her breathing was more like ragged panting.<br>She moaned again, a little louder, as his fingers brushed against her soft pink pussy lips.&nbsp; She gave her hips and little wiggle as she savoured the exciting, shameful sensation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>17-04-2008, 01:39:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He explored the wonderful folds that outlined her whole of fun. She couldn’t hide it she was very turned on.<br><br>WACK!… went his hand at her womanly ass, then a further exploration and of her wet sex. <br><br>“What are you?” he asked. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>17-04-2008, 01:52:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She jerked and yelped at the sudden blow.<br><br>"I'm a dirty, thieving slut" she gasped.&nbsp; <br><br>She reached back and rubbed her bottom with her hand. "Oh!" she said feeling the slowly building sting after the shock.&nbsp; The pain excited her, made her want him to use her more.<br><br>Slowly she moved her hand and pushed her bottom back a little.&nbsp; Ready for the next blow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>17-04-2008, 02:08:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Then came the second and third smack to her wanting ass. <br><br>“Yes you are… but you knew what?&nbsp; Your&nbsp; <strong>MY</strong>&nbsp; dirty, thieving slut!" he whispered at her ear. <br><br>He rubbed the sting away as he played further with her sex the wetted his hand. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>17-04-2008, 02:19:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned loudly as his fingers brushed her sex.&nbsp; Her bottom felt like it was on fire but she'd never been more turned on in her life.<br><br>"Please spank your dirty, little, thieving sluts pussy" she begged spreading her legs wider to expose her delicate sex to his hard hand.<br><br>"Please spank me" she moaned wiggling her hips and gripping the bedsheets with her fists.<br>Her bottom was pink now and warm to the touch but it was clear she wanted more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>17-04-2008, 02:32:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He started softly just tapping the folds but his pace soon picked up. He wanted her to cry out her need for him, to be his little bitch. Some of them could go that far others fell short. He was testing this one. So far his hopes were skyrocket high. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>18-04-2008, 12:57:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She wiggled her hips and spread her legs wider apart.<br>"oh!" she sighed as he patted her gently.&nbsp; The tingles of this contact were so exciting.&nbsp; <br><br>Her moans of pleasure increased as his patting got harder.<br>"Please..." she begged "more! harder!" <br><br>She wiggled her pink bottom tantalisingly giving him a tempting target.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>18-04-2008, 21:26:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				By the sound of the slapping he could tell she was very aroused. It was a wet sound now and his had was enjoy the moist feel of it. However his hand also was stinging from his attack on her ass and pussy so he rolled her over. <br><br>“Now this is what we are going to do. Your going to she your new Master how hot you are and I’ll take a few pictures. How’s that sound?” <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>19-04-2008, 01:45:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushed deeply<br><br>"You can't!" she said with shock and then asked in a softer tone "what would you do with them?"<br><br>She was lying on her back, her legs spread wide, exposing her wet pussy to him.&nbsp; Her small breasts, covered by her dress, thrust up and begging for attention.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>19-04-2008, 02:11:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughed, “for us my sweet… and for me in my old age, to remember on my conquest of you. You don’t mind, do you?”<br><br>He felt assured that she had little chose but to comply. She had proven to him by her actions that she had a very naught side. She just needed him to bring it out. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>19-04-2008, 02:14:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She giggled girlishly.<br>"I'll do whatever you want me to!" she confessed <br><br>She brought her hands behind her back, rolled onto her tummy and gripped her ankles, miming being hog-tied.<br>"Don't you want to tie me up first?" she asked 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>19-04-2008, 03:00:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The look was temptation at it’s best but he wanted a willing girl on the photographs. Not a bound one to give the looks of forced sex. <br><br>“Later my little slut,” he used the word to put her in her place. “I want you to get yourself off. Yes like you do in the darkness of your room. This time, however, you’ll have a audience.” <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>19-04-2008, 15:33:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She started to take her dress off and giggled nervously<br>"Whatever you say sir" she said.<br><br>She took the dress off and placed it carefully on the back of a chair.<br>Then she started to undo her bra.<br><br>"Just tell me exactly what to do!" she said.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>19-04-2008, 23:21:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was to good to be true. Was she just going alone to protect herself from scandal? It was less likely then just a hot teen finally living out her perverted fantasy. <br><br>“Just play with that sweet red hot thing between those delightful legs and play to the camera girl. You’re a naturally star.” <br><br>He went to his desk and pulled out a digital camera. Now standing at the foot of the bed he looked into the finder, “rub that thing… ya get all into it, baby.” <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>20-04-2008, 15:58:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a mixture of shame, pride and excitement she smiled at the camera and spread her legs.<br>Her slim fingers rubbed around her pussy bringing forth a genuine moan of pleasure.<br>Giggling she brought her fingers up to her mouth and gingerly licked them.<br><br>Next she sat on the bed with her legs spread wide and used both hands to rub her pussy.<br>Tingles of pleasure flowed through her body as she exhibited herself for her boss' camera.<br><br>Finally she rolled onto all fours and reached back to rub her pussy.&nbsp; She knew that the camera could get a good view of every intimate secret place on her body.<br><br>"This is so exciting!" she giggled.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>20-04-2008, 20:43:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The camera showed her nasty self off as she seemed to flourish in the task of showing off just how a bad girl can be. He told her to fuck herself, she did. To lick her fingers, she did. To use her tongue to act out as being turned on, she did. <br><br>“You like this, you little perv?” he laughed. <br><br>The display of naked girl picture so filled the memory of his digital camera. Finally he but it aside. <br><br>“Now on your knees… look at me with those baby eyes and pout. Pout to see your new masters big cock.” <br><br>He unzipped his pants but didn’t bring it out. <br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>20-04-2008, 22:29:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moved swiftly onto her knees and leant forward on her hands.<br>She used her arms to push her breasts together.&nbsp; <br><br>She opened her mouth into an O shape and licked her lips.<br><br>She was excited and breathing hard.&nbsp; Her arousal was out of control.<br>Here she was with this hard man.&nbsp; Affluent, rich, powerful! And he wanted her.<br>It felt good to be desired.&nbsp; It felt dangerous to be in his control.<br>Even if he didn't have something over her she would do whatever he commanded.<br>There was something dominant and hypnotic about him.<br><br>She gave a little shudder of delight and waited, her eyes fixed on his crotch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>20-04-2008, 23:51:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Watching her there like his pet doggy on all fours, her wonderful breasts hanging downward but pushed together for effect, it has him hot to say the least.<br><br>He grinned down at his little pet, so obedient and needy.<br><br>“Say I’m a good little sex toy and want my reward, <strong>please</strong>,” he instructed, accenting the please part. She needed to be obedient and respectful and it was a good time to start. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>21-04-2008, 00:03:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm a good little sex toy and I want my reward <strong>please</strong>" she said softly.&nbsp; <br>She blushed as she said it.<br><br>A sex toy... was that what he thought of her?&nbsp; She felt a little humiliated but somehow that wasn't bad.<br>"Yes" she said aloud "a sex toy"<br><br>She licked her lips again expectantly and waited.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>21-04-2008, 00:27:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He reached in digging around to finally pull out a rather hard rod of flesh. It was nearly nine inches long, Being circumcised, the head was a wonderful shade of red with a hint of purple. He pulled on the shaft and immediately a clear droplet of fluid appeared. <br><br>He wondered how much exposure she had to a man’s tool had she had. It was no telling. <br><br>“Well your lady, here it is… what your nasty thoughts craved for… what you going to use it for,” he laughed almost coldly. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>21-04-2008, 00:41:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her jaw dropped as she saw it... it looked so big!<br>It was bigger than any she'd seen.&nbsp; Much bigger than the few she'd had experience of.<br><br>A cold chill of fear flickered up her spine.&nbsp; Suddenly she felt very naive, very vulnerable and very foolish.<br>What had she gotten herself into.<br><br>She swallowed nervously and closed her mouth.<br>She tried to smile but her fear was rapidly wiping out the funny side of the situation.<br><br>She said nothing at all but looked at him with her large, almost pleading eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>21-04-2008, 01:16:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He noticed her fear instantly. It had almost always hit the girls on first sight. In school he had been a freak to the other guys, though he was sure some envied him. It however, didn’t make life easier at that impressionable age. But now he liked it, especially how stunned the girls were at first sight. <br><br>He grabbed her hair and pulled to it, “come now, it wont hurt you… its you friend. Feel it, kiss it. Make it yours. Who knows if you treat it nicely, it will be your slave. <br><br>Charles knew the truth about a master/slave relationship… it was always a trap both ways. Need comes from both, both are slave to it.&nbsp; <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>21-04-2008, 01:25:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Compared to him, Chloe was a complete novice.<br><br>Although she recognised the lust in his eyes and the desire in her heart she was scared.<br>Suddenly she felt as though she were standing on a precipice and was about to jump off.<br><br>His hand in her hair felt uncomfortably tight but he held all the power and she dared not complain.<br>The head bumped against her cheek and she reached out to feel it.<br><br>It was firm and warm.&nbsp; The drop of fluid glistened at the end like a tear.<br>She leant forwards and gently lapped it up with her tongue.&nbsp; <br><br>Glacing up she checked to see his reaction, then planted a kiss on the tip.<br>Her wet tongue flickered out, licking the sensitive head while her hands moved up to cup his balls.<br><br>Slowly she opened her mouth and eased the head inside.&nbsp; Her hot tongue swirled around it and tickled the underside.&nbsp; She pulled back and glanced up again before planting kisses all along the shaft until she was nuzzling his balls.<br><br>"It's so big" she whispered.<br><br>Excitement was slowly recovering ground from the fear.&nbsp; She kept checking on his face though, expecting at any moment him to grab her and shove it into her mouth roughly.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>21-04-2008, 01:49:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her hand at his shaft, shot electric sparks up his spine. Now only her face was there in his vision, her kissing along his shaft, her taking it in her mouth. Right then and there he was hers, she didn’t know it, but he was. <br><br>He released her hair and let it fall about her. His hand found her ear now and he played with it as the girl started her exploration of his needful cock. <br><br>He would be kind for now, this time. She needed to get her mind around it that she was queen and slave both. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>22-04-2008, 01:20:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Slowly she took as much of him into her mouth as she could, her cheeks stretching around him.<br>She looked up at him as her tongue danced across the underside of his head.<br><br>She wanted to please him, to make him cum!&nbsp; She wanted him to enjoy her to desire her and yes, to own her.<br>Gradually she started to bob her head on his shaft, slowly drawing back and then sliding forward while her lips massaged him and her tongue teased him.<br><br>She stroked his balls with her hand, then ran it between his legs to stroke along the line of his buttocks.<br>They felt so firm and warm.&nbsp; She imagined kissing them, burying her face into them.<br>She was so aroused, so turned on.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She looked up at him and pulled back from his cock. "Please touch me" she begged.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>22-04-2008, 01:34:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled down at her looking into those beautiful baby-begging eyes. She was thrilling him completely.&nbsp; Her mouth was more schooled then he had expected more then he even hoped for. Everything about this one was pure perfect sex. <br><br>“Sure sweetie. Where would you like me to touch you? But first beg real nice,” he responded, as his hand moved across her face in a caring fashion.&nbsp; <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>22-04-2008, 01:50:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She rolled onto her back and spread her legs.<br>"Please sir" she moaned as her hands traced down her belly and came to rest between her legs.<br>"please touch me here.&nbsp; I need you to touch me!"<br><br>She couldn't take her eyes off his hard cock.&nbsp; It was like a snake hypnotising her.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>22-04-2008, 02:46:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles went to his nightstand and retrieved his protection. He wanted the teen badly but not her pregnant. <br><br>Now he kneeled and offered her the condom, “you put it on. It is your agreed consent to be fucked, not raped. Understand?”<br><br>He was really using the moment to use on her, if needed, to say it was her choice to be his slut. And that was important to him. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>24-04-2008, 12:06:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She accepted the condom and nodded<br>"I want you to fuck me" she said "but please, wont you tie me up too! I want to be just like those girls on the computer.&nbsp; I want you to make me yours"<br><br>She ripped open the packet and tried to put the condom onto him.&nbsp; It was difficult and she struggled to put it on- perhaps she wasn't as experienced as she'd like him to think.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>24-04-2008, 23:38:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He helped her with the condom guiding her shaking hand along down his long shaft. She was burning with anticipation as he was. Two on a adventure, both for their own reasons, him to take from, her just to know what it’s like to be taken. <br><br>Charles got up and found two belts hanging in his closet. He took her left wrist and jerked it down to her left ankle and secured them tightly together. Likewise he did the same to her right wrist and right ankle. She was now hogtied. Now he placed her on her front side with her ass high in the air, exposed to his needful lust. <br><br>“So my little slut, you like this kind of sex? Well young lady I aim to please,” he laughed, punctuated by two smacks on her ass cheeks, left and right. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>01-05-2008, 13:40:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt so helpless, so wonderfully helpless.&nbsp; She tested the belts- she couldn't get out if she wanted to.<br><br>"Yes sir" she sighed "I love it..."<br>The smacks landed on her buttocks making her yelp.<br><br>"Please fuck me" she begged <br><br>Her body was incredible- slim and firm with small breasts.&nbsp; Her buttocks parted slightly giving him a glimpse at her most intimate area. <br><br>She was his to do with as he pleased.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>01-05-2008, 23:26:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He rubbed her wonderful youthful ass feeling along the crack down to her wet little muffin. Then WACK! he planted a solid hand to her left butt cheek. Again more rubbing down to her sex. Another WACK! he repeated this process two more times. <br><br>After she was whimpering, and little tears from those sparkling eyes were flowing,&nbsp; Charles decided to reward her. He went down to caress her sweet ass, kissing along the crack to her pussy. He lingered there smelling her fragrance, her woman aroma. It was like heavens flower.<br><br>Charles finally got on to what she was begging for, to be impaled by his thick shaft. He placed it at her sex and moved it up and down the slit working it forward.&nbsp; <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>02-05-2008, 21:25:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chloe had never felt so turned on. Her bottom felt like it was on fire from the slaps and yet she was practically moaning in ecstatic pleasure.<br><br>As he penetrated her she bit into the bed clothes to stifle her agonised stab of pain.&nbsp; She hadn't expected it to hurt as much!&nbsp; That was it though- her virginity was gone.&nbsp; She felt somehow freed from it, released from the stigma of being a virgin.&nbsp; She was glad to give it up to this hard, near stranger.<br><br>Her soft buttocks were quite pink and she wanted desperately to reach back and rub them, but tied as she was she could do little.<br><br>"Oh yes" she sighed when the pain subsided "thats so good!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>09-05-2008, 01:30:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He met the wall from being fully a woman, the defining place. “She was actually a virgin,” he thought. He loved the idea of it, to be there where no other guy had entered.<br><br>Her scream excited him but also came pity and he slowed his assault to give her a soft sign of mercy. He let the pain sooth away as he bent to her, and whispered,&nbsp; “good girl, the pain will melt away and you will love its replacement, I promise.” <br><br>He slowly fucked now, moving inch by inch inward and outward to give her channel to except the girth of his very hard manhood. He didn’t want to damage her or ruin her first experience. After all he planed to make her bag for him, real nice like. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 02:21:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh yes" she breathed as he moved gently into her.&nbsp; She was in heaven, her body trembling to his experienced touch.<br><br>"Just like that" she sighed,&nbsp; "so nice!"<br><br>She experimentally wiggled her hips, rotating them and pushing back against his thrust.<br>She gasped at the pleasure. She was desperate to reach down and rub her clittoris but she was helpless.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 05:31:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				God she was a horny young woman. She took to his cock like she born to be there on it. He slapped her ass hard and shoved forward, deeper, nearly all the way in. <br><br>He pulled all the way out denying her, her fuck. Now he would tease. He pulled her around to face the side of the bed. Now by her shot bob hair, he lifted her head to look at him. <br><br>“Who is your Master, Chloe? And what are you to him?” he demanded of her. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 20:53:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned softly- desperate to have him back inside her body.<br>"You are my master" she sighed "and I'm his little slut"&nbsp; she closed her eyes at her delicious confession.<br><br>"Please master" she begged "don't stop, fuck me again, fuck me harder!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 22:24:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He held her head by her hair and rubbed his cock over her face, “suck it my little slut, taste yourself on it. Tell me how you like your little cunt taste on it.” <br><br>He held it at her trembling lips, waiting for her response. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>12-05-2008, 00:54:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Greedily she slurped it in tasting their combined juices.&nbsp; <br><br>"Please fuck me" she begged "don't tease me like this! Please! I'm desperate.&nbsp; Make me cum!"<br><br>She squirmed around trying to free a hand to reach her pussy but of course she couldn't.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>12-05-2008, 01:46:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grinned down at her. “Such pitiful girl, such a desperate little sex fiend,” he thought. <br><br>He jerked his hand from her hair and her head feel to the matters. She lay pitifully in a hogtied position as he enjoyed his new power over her. <br><br>“I’ll fuck how and when I feel it in my good time to do so. Now I’m feeling a bit like you need the work. I’m going to free you and your going to fuck me. Me on the bottom and you riding me, understand? “<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>13-05-2008, 00:13:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes master" she whimpered "thank you master."<br><br>As she waited for him to release her bonds, she considered her situation. She was helplessly in his power.&nbsp; Even if she didn't want to she would have to serve him- but she did want to.&nbsp; She wanted to serve him more than anything.&nbsp; It felt like an addiction!&nbsp; She just had to please him.<br><br>His hands on her body, his cock inside her were the only things she wanted.&nbsp; They were all that would satisfy her.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>13-05-2008, 00:35:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The belts were removed and cast aside. He slapped her already red ass and pulled her to her knees on the bed, he was standing beside the bed, her facing him. “Now my little girly tart, I want your hands stroking me as I steal a kiss from you.” <br><br>He stood waiting with a glint in his eyes. It certainly was proving to be hallmark day. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>13-05-2008, 01:06:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moved down to his crotch and began to gently stroke his body-&nbsp; Her hands ran along his inner thighs and over his manhood up to his muscular belly.<br><br>She sighed with desire and moved her face up to kiss him.<br>Her eyes were closed and she held her face a few inches from his- pouting and ready for a kiss while her hands continued to explore.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>13-05-2008, 01:34:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He kissed her as her lover would, soft and sweet at first. Her fingers were deliciously move around his wet cock, wet from her pussy. “Stroke it, proclaim it as yours, sweetness.” His kiss turned more demanding now as he opened his mouth to slip his tongue to probe her lips.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>13-05-2008, 01:36:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She submitted to his kiss, opening her soft warm mouth to receive his tongue.<br><br>She moaned softly and moved her hand to touch herself.<br>Her breathing was rapid and ragged as she rode the waves of passion emanating from deep in her belly.<br><br>"Please let me fuck you again" she sighed "I need it so much!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>13-05-2008, 04:31:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He wanted to slap her naught little hand for disobeying him. He had ordered he to stroke him as he kissed her. She however, went to herself with her hand. She would learn soon enough to listen closer to his instructions. Now would only warn her. <br><br>He grabbed her jaw tightly, so tight her eyes teared. “I don’t want disobedience from you, girl… listen next time.” <br><br>He threw her back on the bed, and climbed on it with her. He laid down spread wide for her, waiting for her to recover from the surprised aggression he displayed.&nbsp; <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>13-05-2008, 22:08:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It scared her- to see him erupt into violence so quickly.&nbsp; She had no strength compared to his and he tossed her onto the bed easily.<br><br>It scared her- but it also thrilled her.<br><br>"Yes!" she sighed "please fuck me! fuck your little slave!"<br><br>She lifted her hips presenting herself to him.&nbsp; Reaching down she spread apart the lips of her pussy, exposing her deeper secrets for him.<br><br>"I need it!" she gasped "give it to me hard!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>13-05-2008, 22:20:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He lay there beside her, “no… no girl. I told you to earn your pleasure by riding me. You’re to fuck me. Now know you’re all hot and bothered but open your ears girl”<br><br>He stroked his rod waiting for her to impale herself on it. He was becoming impatient by the second. If she did not get a move on he would punish her good.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>20-05-2008, 00:06:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She hauled herself upright- sulky and pouting.&nbsp; <br>Slowly she positioned herself.&nbsp; Was she deliberately taking her time- teasing him?<br>Eventually she was in place and she slowly lowered herself onto him.<br><br>She began to ride him, grinding her hips around and around as she chased the orgasm that was only just out of her reach.<br><br>She moaned softly and leant forward so her soft, warm breasts were pressed against his chest.<br>Tentatively she kissed his neck and nibbled his ear while she ground her pelvis into his.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>20-05-2008, 00:28:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He forced upward his hips to fuck back at her. He then kissed her with a passion she readily craved. His hands moved to grasp the meaty ass cheeks and guided her into his long rod. <br><br>WACK! his left hand went at her right cheek, followed by another to her left one.&nbsp; <br><br>“Tell me baby girl how nasty you feel just now?” <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>20-05-2008, 22:14:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm your dirty little slut sir" she yelped as the blows landed and moved her hips faster.<br>"I'm your nasty toy." she whimpered.<br><br>She arched her back and revelled in the sensation of being penetrated.&nbsp; She felt so wonderful- so warm and full and almost aching with her need to reach a climax.<br><br>She reached down to rub her clittoris as she moved.&nbsp; The action brought moans of desire to her lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>20-05-2008, 22:52:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He lay there admiring his prize of a girl. She was a beauty of a girl and for now he would take advantage of her. Her tits were nicely swaying to her fuck of him and she even liked herself to enhance the fuck with a hand to herself. She would get off before he would, maybe twice… something to look forward too, indeed. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Servant Girl</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 13:32:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She admired the man she was making love to! A real man- not like her peers, sweaty, arrogant little pricks.<br>This was a hard, strong man and he was all hers- or rather she was his.<br><br>It felt thrilling to be so much under his control.&nbsp; She didn't trust him yet but she was reckless and abandoned herself to lust trusting in luck and the fact her mother knew where she was, to keep her safe.<br><br>Her mother didn't know what she was doing though! She giggled at that thought- the idea sent shivers of pleasure through her body.&nbsp; She felt so naughty!<br><br>She felt her orgasm building towards a climax and rubbed her fingers harder.&nbsp; Within a few seconds she was gasping and whimpering as her body shuddered through a powerful wave of pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Sitter (Servant Girl&amp;Sugarman hal) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>27-05-2008, 02:16:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles felt the girl’s tension grow around his cock, tightly rippling downward and back up. She suddenly gasped and whimpered sweet little sounds and sprayed his cock with her orgasm, a hot liquid of delight. <br><br>“That’s my girl give it all to me, you’re my slut aren’t you,” he growled up at her. <br><br>
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