Arreichio's Diary: Anita [Jaberwok x Sparta Belle]
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				Title: <strong>Arreichio's Diary: Anita [Jaberwok x Sparta Belle]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 08:03:20</strong>
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				<em>The door is in the center of a strip mall, sandwiched between a clothing store and a music store, right where the card said it would be. It's the right place; "Oddities Inc, Dan Green, Sole Proprietor" is etched into the glass. Interestingly, there are no hours posted, and the door is shaded, concealing what lies inside. The two stores press in tight; this place must be in the back, because there's barely room for the door itself, much less a shop. Opening the door reveals a long hallway; at the end is another shaded door, and through it is the main shop. The place smells musty, like an old attic, and is stuffed with treasures that must have been pulled from one. Wooden statues of fertility goddesses stand next to kids magic tricks sealed in plastic bags; a glass display full of bongs sits next to another full of all manner of chemical tools and compounds. A bunch of cheap faux gemstones stand atop ceramic pyramids in a third case; for some reason, those seem quite familiar. Classical music pours from well hidden speakers mounted to the corners of the room; the only light is a single naked bulb hanging from the center of the ceiling. A black curtain is draped across a doorway leading deeper into the store. An older man with grey hair, but otherwise physically fit, stands at the chime of the bell at the door. "I'm Dan Green," he says with a knowing smile. "What do you need?"</em><br><hr>Anita had heard of this place through one of her friends. She had recently lost her job and needed some money. Usually Anita wouldn't stoop to such low levels for money but she had a kid that she was working to feed. Many nights Anita went without food so that her child could eat what little they could afford. <br><br>That day she wore the most hookerish outfit she could put together. Her top barely covered her cup size D breasts. The shirt came to just above her belly button, showing off her flat, toned stomach. The skirt, which she hid with a nice pair of jeans covered half of her thighs, showing off her long legs. She purposely wore a pair of heels to show off her leg muscles.<br><br>As she skeptically opened the shaded door and saw the long hallway she decided this to be a good place to remove her jeans. As she removes her jeans she hopes someone walks in from behind her, giving them a good look at her rear, left uncovered by the lack of underwear. Anita takes one last breath as she pushes through the final door to the store. The small bell makes her jump because she is on high alert. In her large bag she has her jeans, two pieces of identification and condoms, just for in case he doesn’t have any. <br><br>“Hi, my friend told me that you pay for services. She gave me your card.” She pulls the card out of her purse, proving that she wasn’t lying. “On the back it has your rates. I am kind of desperate for money and I would like to help you so that you can help me.” Anita becomes weary as she sees his gray hair. Although the hair gives away his age a little, you wouldn’t know the difference if you looked at his chiseled body. It wasn’t extreme but it was toned.<br><hr>I raised one eyebrow as she rambled through the spiel she’d obviously been practicing since she’d gotten out of her car. She was obviously nervous, but the fact she could read the card and found the shop meant that she qualified. Of course, a blind brain dead celibate nun could have seen that, considering the outfit she was wearing. The half shirt barely covered her tits, and left an expanse of bare stomach that would tempt an Oakie to settle there early. In fact, the only thing that was missing was a navel piercing, and I promised myself right then and there that I’d correct that deficiency before she left.<br><br>“You need help?” I said, taking my time appraising her assets. “I think I may be able to help you. Turn around.” It was not a request. However, I’m not entirely cold hearted; I helped her out by twirling a finger at her, demonstrating what I wanted her to do. In the back of my mind, I’d already thought of three standing double orders for submissive with a touch of desperation, and she fit the bill rather nicely.<br><br>“Yes, I think we may be able to come to some sort of understanding. What’s your name? And did you bring two forms of ID? There’s a 5k bonus at the end for filling out paperwork.” I laughed a touch at the joke of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arreichio's Diary: Anita [Jaberwok x Sparta Belle]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparta Belle</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 18:53:20</strong>
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				When asked to turn around I followed orders. I figure that if I do what he asks now I may be better off later. As I twirled my skirt lifted slightly, giving just a hint of what I was wearing underneath, or better yet, lacking underneath. <br><br>“My name is Anita Lorraine Taylor. I have two forms of ID and I am ready for whatever you throw at me.” I try not to let him see that I am nervous about what the last statement may bring upon me but I say it anyways. I dig into the depths of my large purse to find my two ID’s that I have brought, my drivers license and my birth certificate. I am iffy about whether my birth certificate will work or not but he seems to be a reasonable man, like he would work with her for this to happen. “What exactly&nbsp; does signing the paperwork entail? What will I be required to do?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arreichio's Diary: Anita [Jaberwok x Sparta Belle]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 03:09:24</strong>
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				“Whatever I throw at you, huh?” I smiled, biting back on about half a dozen smart ass comments, and instead took her IDs over to the copier. “What do you expect?”<br><br>As the old machine struggled with the simple task of duplicating the documents – note to self: buy a new copier – I grabbed a clipboard stacked thick with legal disclaimer forms, and walked back over to her. “Sign here,” I said, pointing at a highlighted line beneath a wall of small print text, and handed the clipboard over to her.<br><br>“Anita Lorraine, huh?' I drifted back over to the copier, pulled out the streaked but legible copies, still wafting with the scent of hot ink and ozone, and handed the originals back over. “Memorable. Too memorable. Let's call you... Kitty.” As I spoke I reached an arm around her, slid my hand up the back of her thigh, up under the short skirt, only to bring it to a rest cupping that beautiful ass. “Alright, you're already dressed for action, so let's head on back.” With my free hand I pulled back the curtain, and pushed her through with the other, into the work room.<br><br>The work room was a huge warehouse, a chamber with a twenty foot tall ceiling, stacked high with boxes and crates along the side walls. There were only a few other objects of note in the room. In one corner was a massive four post bed, built special order to my specifications. Each post was affixed near the bed’s surface with a series of long silk cables; on the top of each a camera, ready to record any action taking place on top of the satin sheets. In the far corner were a series of sturdy wooden frames fitted with leather straps and buckles, obviously upon which someone could be fastened in any variety of compromising positions. There too, cameras were mounted in strategic places, allowing whatever transpired on them also to be filmed. Finally, in the middle of room was the seven foot tall black obelisk, etched in fine lines only visible when you were close enough to touch it. Like the cheap copies on display in the front, this one sported a crystal stone at the apex; unlike those, however, this stone was obviously valuable – perfectly clear, perfectly cut, and almost the size of a grapefruit. On the front, at about chest height, were palm sized indentations where the storage stones fit. I’d never needed all ten indentations at one time; in fact, the most I’d ever gotten at once was three, and the third stone wasn’t even entirely filled. I followed her in, hand still stuck to her ass like a tattoo, and guided her by that one spot over to the bed.<br><br>“You follow directions well, right, Kitty?” I said, and without waiting for an answer commanded “Stand here.” I let go of her ass, and my hand drew away reluctantly, the fingers trying to grip and hold tight, before sliding across the skin, still not wanting to relinquish contact. I walked over the obelisks, and pulled four frosted white storage crystals from my pocket; one at a time, they slipped effortlessly into the indentations on the front of the obelisk, each adhering to the surface with a soft click.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arreichio's Diary: Anita [Jaberwok x Sparta Belle]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparta Belle</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 01:44:26</strong>
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				"Whatever you throw at me." I say with confidence hoping that the man I have just practically thrown myself at has some decency and won't make me do anything too absurd, at least not the first time. "I'm not sure what I expect, I have come to you unknowing of your ways. Kitty is fine."<br><br>I sign the highlighted line just like I was told, then hand the clipboard back to him. When he walks over to me, puts his arm around me and then brings his hand up my thigh to rest on my naked ass I am astonished and have to control myself from hitting him. I put myself in this position now and I will have to deal with the consequences. <em> I must remember that this is for my kid, so that she can eat every night and so can I.</em><br><br>He keeps his hand on my ass as he leads me behind the curtain. There is practically everything you need for a good romp. There are places for you to be tied up at your commanders pleasure and there is a simple four post bed for less extreme action. The most confusing aspect of the room is the large box that contains about a grape fruit sized crystal ball in the middle of it. This fascinates me and makes me wonder what it is for and being the curious one that I am I ask, "What is that? Why does the crystal ball float in the middle?" I take a few steps towards the new object but he gently guides me to the end of the bed with his hand and tells me to stand there. I do as I am asked but I watch with curiosity as he seems to be setting smaller jewels into small holes in the glass.
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				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 23:36:57</strong>
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				I turned around, done with my task, and walked back over to her, smiling. “Questions, questions, questions,” I said, and placed a finger across her lips. “Shhh. Don't open until Christmas,” I said, backing it up with a light binding spell to keep them together until I spoke the release word. I then gently turned her around, so she faced away from me, before reaching under the bed to grab a silk blindfold from the box of supplies. I could tell she was a little surprised when darkness descended over her eyes, and I had to hold her hands to keep them from exploring the smooth cloth blocking her vision.<br><br>“If you back straight up, you'll feel the edge of the bed,” I said, guiding her with my hands. “Go ahead and lie down, and I'll help get you into position.” Although I work efficiently, I'm not above letting the hands roam, and today it was a treat to let my fingers slide across the smooth skin of her abdomen, just below her breasts as I helped her get centered on the bed and facing the correct direction.<br><br>“Reach straight out, to your sides.” As she did so I pulled each hand up, towards one of the posts; in quick order, each was securely tied, fingers just barely able to touch the posts when extended. Another delve into the box brought out two long ribbons of silk. These I tied to her legs, one each at the knee; the other end I tied to the post just above her hands, pulling her legs up and open, out of the way, as if she were sitting horizontally on a stool. One last quick trip back into the supply box produced the velvet lined foam wedge, which I tucked under her to support her lower back; although this was meant to help her legs stay in the folded position they were in, it also left her ass half suspended in the air. The short skirt she'd been wearing was pulled up and out of the way by her legs, leaving her pussy fully exposed, delightfully displayed and immediately accessible. I stepped back and ran my eyes over her, making sure everything was perfect, before starting the cameras rolling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arreichio's Diary: Anita [Jaberwok x Sparta Belle]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparta Belle</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 03:58:52</strong>
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				I didn't get the answer I wanted but I quickly forgot my questions when he blind folded my eyes and then restrained my hands with his. All of my senses, other than sight, sky rocketed in sensitivity, trying to take in my surroundings. I felt the bed come up slowly behind me as he gently pushed me towards the edge. He slowly guided me onto the bed, something I almost expected from him. He was controlling but he did so with finesse and care. When I was situated on the bed I was not in the least surprised to feel his hands slightly roam my body. As he tied my hands to the posts I felt the anticipation growing within my body. <br><br>I thought that was where that was going to end, where he was going to finally take advantage of me. When I felt the silk wrap around my feet I was unsure of what to think. <em> What is he going to do by tying my legs?</em> Then he pulled my legs back, spreading them wide and leaving my pussy to the public. I could feel the breeze and it felt good but then he walked away from the bed.<em> What is he doing? Is he going to leave me laying here like this for whoever may come through the door next?</em> I tried to speak out to him but it seemed as though my lips wouldn't move. That must have been something he had said after saying "Questions, questions, questions."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arreichio's Diary: Anita [Jaberwok x Sparta Belle]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 05:28:59</strong>
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				Once everything was ready, I pulled a thick set of earphones from the box. They were technological marvels, evidently able to take incoming sounds and do some sort of voodoo to cancel them away, leaving the wearer in complete and utter silence. I hadn't quite managed to decipher the magic of them yet, but not understanding how they worked wasn't about to keep me from putting them to good use.<br><br>I paused, for a moment, for she was undoubtedly listening to me move, and I watched her head turn, trying to get a fix on my location, before I reached out, quietly, and slowly caressed her cheek, drawing my fingers over her lips, teasing them, before slipping the cold earpieces over her head, stealing away the sound she'd been depending on. Once done, I walked around the bed, snapping my fingers at several points, to make sure they were on and working properly. <em>This is going to be fun,</em> I thought, and started quietly unbuttoning my shirt, taking the opportunity to blow gently across the area exposed between her short shirt and the hem of her skirt.<br><br>The shirt dropped to the ground, and I paused to take a breath. Instead of continuing, however, I reached out, ran a fingernail lightly along down her thigh, and watched a trail of goosebumps raise in its wake, even as I traced it up her stomach and chest to sweeping the flimsy material of her top back, exposing her magnificent tits, obviously natural as they sagged sideways off her chest like two scoops of melting ice cream slowly sliding from where they'd originally been set. I took that image to heart as I climbed onto the bed, and held my breath as I lowered my mouth over one, seeking the little cherry topping with my tongue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arreichio's Diary: Anita [Jaberwok x Sparta Belle]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparta Belle</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 00:10:26</strong>
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				I couldn’t quite place where he was in the room. I didn’t know the layout very well so it wasn’t really surprising. I did notice when he stopped moving though. <em> He is playing with me, stopping or moving so well that I can hear him. Damn it I just want it to happen already. I can feel the energy building within me. I have never done this before but it seems like it may feel pretty good. </em> I could hear him moving again, he was close to the bed. Then I felt his hand come down my cheek. Instinctively I leaned my head into the tips of his fingers, not wanting him to stop touching me. He teased my lips with his fingers and when they were no longer in contact with my lips I licked them, wanting more. He had another surprise in store for me though. He put something around my ears and I couldn’t hear a single thing. All I had were my thoughts. <em> I can’t believe what I signed up for. </em> I had already given up trying to struggle out of anything he did so I just patiently waited for him to pull his next move. I was just laying there when I could feel him blowing across my exposed skin. The cool air made my skin rise with goose bumps and gave me a huge shiver. He had to be doing something, something so small that I couldn’t figure out what it was with all of these things prevent my movement and senses from picking things up. <br><br>All of a sudden I could feel his fingertip, mostly the nail brushing against the skin of my thigh and the bumps rising, I tried not to react, giving him exactly what he wanted. I couldn’t help it though, my back arched and I let out a soft moan. Then his finger continued up my stomach, another weakness. I could feel my stomach muscles clench under his finger. Then he flipped up my shirt, exposing the final bit of me. There was a pause in his movements and then I could feel him on the bed again. He was over me now and then my nipple was in his mouth, I did everything I could to prevent the moan from leaving my mouth but I failed. I was so sensitive that I couldn’t do anything but enjoy every little bit of this affection, no matter how fake it was.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arreichio's Diary: Anita [Jaberwok x Sparta Belle]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 21:43:13</strong>
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				I released her from my mouth, and paused for a moment just above her, letting my breath ooze out, down across the damp flesh, before withdrawing, taking a moment to observe her reaction, and allow her to catch her breath. I smiled as I gazed down on her, fingers working to loosen the rough leather of my belt, and I pulled it it free, dropping it next to my shirt, before both were joined by the slacks, socks, and dress shoes. I circled then, around to her head, bare feet padding quietly on the cement floor, warmed to comfort by elemental fire and sophisticated water plumbing.<br><br>I leaned forward, keeping my weight off of the bed, and pressed my lips to the junction of her shoulder and neck, dragged across her silky skin before opening them and biting gently, nipping and nibbling along her collarbone. As I did so my hands were busy as well, stroking her other shoulder and neck, fingers running through her hair and across her scalp.<br><br>Again, I only continued for a handful of seconds before stopping, withdrawing, observing her, again circling to her other side, before continuing to the other end of the bed. I climbed upon the mattress, carefully, and slowly knelt between her outstretched legs, making sure not to shake the thing too much. I marveled at her there, tense, yet trying to relax, and again I drew fingernails lightly up her thighs, this time along the insides, letting one hand continue past the junction of thigh and hip to trace brushstrokes against her abdomen and below, teasing the fine forest of hairs. The other continued its slow trace along her thigh, sliding back down the way it came before reversing again at her knee.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arreichio's Diary: Anita [Jaberwok x Sparta Belle]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparta Belle</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 18:05:09</strong>
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				His breath across my moist nipple sent shivers down my back. I wasn’t use to this treatment and would find it fun if I knew the person that was teasing me but with him just beginning to know me, merely nothing more than my name right now, it was rather scary. I felt him move away from me and I could barely hear his feet across the floor. He stopped not far from my head though. This was confirmed when I could feel his moist lips along the skin of my neck, tracing patterns and nipping lightly. I clenched my teeth to keep from making any sounds. Soon I was biting my lips because clenching my jaw just wasn’t enough. Then he moved again.&nbsp; He seemed to like to tease a girl before he got down to business, something that I had never really discovered. Most guys I slept with would just get right down to business, caring for their own needs and never any of mine. <br><br>He climbed upon the bed again, this time between my legs. My body tightened up and he could probably tell. I was trying to loosen so that I might not be punished for this lack of control of my body. When he began to get closer to my vagina with both his fingers of one hand and the entirety of the other I lost control. I let go of her lip and then remembered I couldn’t talk so maybe I wouldn’t be able to moan. I tried and failed so I could make the motions but no sound, which helped a little bit with my consciousness of being too loud or too strange. I completely let go, allowing my body to react as it wanted to his touch. I could feel myself becoming wet.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arreichio's Diary: Anita [Jaberwok x Sparta Belle]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 06:05:19</strong>
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				She tilted her head slightly, as if listening intently, and I could see that somehow the headphones had become dislodged, and had slipped from one ear. I cursed slightly, and frowned them back into place, telekinetic hands settling them gently over her ears again, sealing sound away from her world for the second time. Just to make sure, I left the hands there, locked them into place with a small bit of concentration. It wouldn't hold forever, but then again, I didn't need it to.<br><br>Turning back to the task at hand, I continued my slow tease, dragging my fingernails back down towards the junction of her thighs, even as my other hand continued to massage the fleshy pad on the front of her hip, thumb lowering, teasing along the cleft of lips there. The first hand joined it, teasing along the cleft between lip and leg, dabbing at the dew collecting even then, teasing the folds of the lips with butterfly kisses, encouraging them to open and blossom, to expose the delicate inner petals of the blooming rose.<br><br>Once I was sure her attention was focused, completely and utterly on the slow and gentle movement of my hands, I leaned over and kissed the inside of her knee, at the sensitive flesh near the fold. Each stroke of a finger was accompanied by a kiss, each trace of the thumb was accompanied by a nibble, teeth gently grazing over delicate skin, tongue following behind with tantalizing comfort.
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				Post by: <strong>Sparta Belle</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 05:23:21</strong>
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				If it weren’t for my legs being tied to the bed posts my legs would have been hunkered under my body for protection. The lightness of his fingers caressing over my lips, not forcing them open nor slipping them inside, his lips across my inner legs and the back of my knees, his light nibbles of skin followed by his tongue. It all sent shivers down my back. If I could make sound he would know it felt good. I feel like he is getting the shitty end of all of this. He has no idea what I feel because I can’t make noise. The only thing I can do is push my hips down and I can only barely do that thanks to him tying my legs apart. I leaned my head back as far as I could and opened my mouth like I was screaming. I could only hope that he would pick up on the clues. I’m sure that he could see my body lubricating itself for him to enter in whatever manner he would enjoy. I personally hope that it is either his fingers or cock and maybe a dildo, I have had a few of those up there but I really hope that he doesn’t try to put something strange up there. My mind quickly returns to him between my legs as his tongue hits the right spot on the inside of my leg sending a shock through my body. My back arched from that one and I was beginning to breath heavily now. If he didn’t stop playing I may just not get to have any fun with him.
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				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 05:41:34</strong>
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				A small smile teased at the edges of my lips as her back arched; it was time for the first. I continued working with my hands, letting one finger tease its way in, between swollen lips wet with lubrication, coating my finger as I drew it out of her, before pushing it back in, slowly fucking her with a single digit. My thumb continued to press into her from above, gently massaging her to greater heights. I could feel her hips begin to buck as her head twisted from side to side, and I shifted, moving my thumb as mouth descended. “Merry Christmas,” I said, releasing the spell on her voice, before pressing my tongue down hard on her clit, before flicking and nibbling it mercilessly, letting the tip of my tongue circle it, before giving long swipes with it flat.. My other hand sped, too, producing soft squelching noises as I slipped another finger in, twisting them as I&nbsp; thrust them into her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arreichio's Diary: Anita [Jaberwok x Sparta Belle]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparta Belle</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 05:36:11</strong>
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				I still couldn’t hear anything but I felt it, the movement of his body closer to mine. His finger slowly entered me, almost like he somehow knew that I liked the beginning to be slow. His thumb softly massaged my clit while his finger entered me and left me. I was shaking my head and my back had arched. I was getting closer and I knew it. Then right before I felt his tongue start to stimulate my clit I could feel my vocal chords begin to vibrate, almost as if I had the ability to scream or maybe even talk again. I couldn’t really experiment because of the ear phones but I could hear myself in my head, intensifying the pleasure.&nbsp; I was thinking “Deeper, Slower, Deeper. Please don’t stop.” I was hoping this was coming out of my mouth. I could feel my lips moving and my throat vibrating but was I really speaking? I guess I would never know. What I did know was that it wasn’t going to be long before I reached climax, all it would take is maybe a tongue or another finger slipping into my plenty lubricated hole.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Arreichio's Diary: Anita [Jaberwok x Sparta Belle]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 20:09:52</strong>
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				With the spell gone, a virtual flood of sighs, groans, and mewls of pleasure spilled from her, mixed with the occasional begged request; she was close, very much so, and I added a third finger to the mix, and curled all three to press upwards, against the sensitive and swollen spot on the interior wall of her pussy, and rubbed hard, even as nibbled softly on her clit, sucking the sensitive nub gently as I urged her on to greater heights. Her muscles clenched, bunched, trying to restrain the growing swell of energy building behind the dam, but I could sense cracks forming, and knew the release was imminent.
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