In the woman's closet

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You conceal yourself in the closet as the woman enters the room. To your horror, she walks directly to the closet. She opens it and gently hauls you out. Looking at her naked body -- she's discarded her towel min the pile of dirty clothes -- makes your already-hard cock throb. Her wet, waist length auburn hair cascades down her back.
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You conceal yourself in the closet as the woman enters the room. To your horror, she walks directly to the closet. She opens it and gently hauls you out. Looking at her naked body -- she's discarded her towel in the pile of dirty clothes -- makes your already-hard cock throb. Her wet, waist-length auburn hair cascades down her back.
"Well, well," she purrs, removing her panties from your body. "What have we here?"
"Well, well," she purrs, removing her panties from your body. "What have we here?"

Revision as of 22:52, 23 August 2011

You conceal yourself in the closet as the woman enters the room. To your horror, she walks directly to the closet. She opens it and gently hauls you out. Looking at her naked body -- she's discarded her towel in the pile of dirty clothes -- makes your already-hard cock throb. Her wet, waist-length auburn hair cascades down her back.

"Well, well," she purrs, removing her panties from your body. "What have we here?"

"Um..." you stammer.

"Never mind where you came from," she says. She places you on her bed and binds your unresisting limbs to the bedposts with four silken scarves. "I think I'll have some fun with you." She runs a finger from the base of your cock up to the head, and you shudder and let out a moan.

"Please..." you whisper. "Don't hurt me."

"Oh, I have no intention of hurting you," she whispers huskily. She puts her mouth to your ear and murmurs.

You are possessing:
6th Grade Boy
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