Please Delete me!
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Exotic Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Bruja Amethyst on 06-06-2014, 21:27:37</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Please Delete me! </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>06-06-2014, 21:27:37</strong>
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				Amanda looked at herself in the mirror over and over again, making sure her outfit was just right. She had just come back from her honeymoon with her brand new husband. They went to Mexico to visit her family. She sadly admitted to herself that Savin herself for her husband was probably a bad idea after all. It wasn't that great and didn't seem to be improving. She looked at her lazy husband who was still sleeping and jobless. She sighed and looked away. How did she become THAT wife? <br><br>As she walked out she left her husband asleep as she went to her new job. <br><br>Amanda walked into the office of the big business, one of the first things she noticed was there were a lot of white people, which was fine, she just hoped that her being Mexican wouldn't make people uncomfortable. She was the new personal assistant for the CEO, whom she still had yet to meet. She wore a black office two price dress that no matter how hard she tried, continued to hug her in all the right places. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: No, I'm married. (Bg1990&amp;adreamweaver)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>adreamweaver</strong> on <strong>15-06-2014, 18:35:53</strong>
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				Amit was very intelligent, young and driven, and that is what had lead to him taking such a high rank in the company at such a young age. He was in his early thirties and had already achieved things that most people could not in an career that spanned an entire life time. Amit, being of Indian origin, had moved to the US for his higher studies nearly a decade ago. But as soon as he moved to the country, he realized that he had found a home away from home, and given his high ambitions, he had decided that he would settle down and purse his career dreams in this land of opportunities. Even thought he was quite ruthless in the way he went about his work, he did have a good relationship with his employees, and ensured that they had everything they needed to do their job. But in return he expected them to deliver. When he found someone that someone fails to keep up with his expectations, he was never the one to shy away from letting them go. This made his employees both respect and fear him.<br><br>He had taken over this new position nearly 6 months ago, and he had already made some major changes in the employee hierarchy, and hired fresh minds to help him achieve his goals. And Amanda was one such change he had made. He had fired the previous secretary who he found to be quite sloppy in her work, and had let her go just a week ago. Amanda had been interviewed by his right hand man, Jack Burns, in the company, and he had told Amit that she seemed very good for the job. Amit trusted Jack fully.<br><br>He arrived at the office at exactly 8:30 AM and walked into his office, and went past his new secretaries desk, and say this woman standing and arranging the drawer that was behind the secretary's desk. All he could see what this extremely curvy woman, with a pair big thick round ass, in her 4in high heels. Her business suit was finding it extremely hard to cover up hr curves, and only ended up accentuating them more. He headed straight into his office and buzzed the secretary's phone on the intercom, and asked her to come in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: No, I'm married. (Bg1990&amp;adreamweaver)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>16-06-2014, 03:47:37</strong>
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				Amanda didn't even see her boss come in, so as the intercom went off she looked around for a second. Taking a deep breath, Amanda grabbed her notepad and walked around her desk and into her new bosses office. She felt her butterflies starting as she looked at him. "Good morning sir. I'm Amanda, your new secretary." She said as she approached his desk. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: No, I'm married. (Bg1990&amp;adreamweaver)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>16-06-2014, 21:46:44</strong>
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				Please remove this topic as it is not going to be continued. Thank you. 
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