I met her at the hippest nightclub on the island. She was the hottest girl on the dance floor, and believe me there was no shortage of hot girls in that place that night. The island was the newest hot spot for vacationing beautiful, young and wild people that year.nnAnd this nightclub was the place to be on a Saturday night, or any other night for that matter. The air inside was thick with pure lust. Sexy young women dressed in their sexiest clothes were trying to seduce young men and sometimes women. Hot men were doing their best to keep up with their girlfriends or get the attention of others.nnI was standing in a corner with a bottle of beer in my hand when I noticed her on the dance floor. The first thing that caught my eye was her hair. It was black, thick, long and glorious. When she moved her head as she danced, her hair would brush against other dancers on the floor. She was wearing a sexy white halter-top that complimented the perfect shape of her medium sized breasts. Her flat V shaped stomach was bare and I could see the little diamond stud that decorated her belly button. Her tight jeans were low cut and I could see the tattoos that decorated her lower back and her torso. The crack of her shapely butt was also revealed every time she bended or leaned forward.nnI watched her every move intently as she moved to the rhythm and beat of the dance music. A handsome blonde guy who looked like he already knew her approached her a few times and she all but completely ignored him. Then a busty blonde girl approached her and they started dancing together. My cock started moving in my jeans as they started boldly touching, rubbing and humping each other on the dance floor. After the blonde got tired and sat down at a table a couple of good-looking men approached the black-haired beauty, but they were also ignored.

Always, in the evening, I love to hold my beautiful Indian wife Anita in my arms and gently caress her soft and smooth body. She is 34 years old and very feminine. Her body is naturally curvaceous - with generous breasts and nicely rounded arse. But she looks after herself, exercising regularly and keeping her stomach nice and flat and her legs well-toned. Her hair is deep black and her skin dusky - its richness set off by her red lipstick and the golden bangles and necklaces she loves to wear. Oh yes, her perfume is always noticeable. In short, she is striking indeed and always turns heads. She is also very sensuous and more than satisfies my needs. He cunt is shaven smooth and always open to me - and invariably wet. What more could a man ask? Well, I was now about to discover that there was more…nnOne evening as we lay together Anita reached for my cock and began to gently and seductively stroke it. But there is something different about her, an air of nervous excitement. She leans across to kiss me, her soft breasts sliding across my chest. As she does so she holds my gaze. 'Darling,' she says, 'I have a confession to make, I need to tell you something. Something happened while you were at work today. Your Indian woman had an adventure. I'm a little nervous telling you. But I don't want any secrets between us. I think you can handle it - can't you?

Emma was at home more often than she used to be, so she met Harriett much more frequently than before. Harriett's hours of work were determined by the demands of her job which varied considerably from both week to week and from day to day. Generally, Harriett was as likely to be at home during the day as in the evening or weekend. nnEmma returned from visiting a video company she'd been investigating. This company made sex cartoon films which concentrated on a set of standard characters with rather exaggerated sexual characteristics. This included a woman with 80 inch breasts, a man with a twenty-four inch prick, a woman with buttocks she could bounce on and so on. Sex cartoons were able to deal with subjects which a Four X station would be able to screen with less worry than if they contained real people, but Emma was worried about the suitability of bestiality and child sex displayed in some of them. Her biggest concern was with the rape cartoons, where violent rape was somehow disguised as comedy. nnWhen she got home, she was surprised to find Harriett in the living room sitting on the sofa with her head in her hands and to hear small sobs come from her. Harriett was normally so cheerful, so this was especially strange. Emma threw off Charlottes's overcoat, ran over to Harriett and put her arm round her shoulder. nn"What's wrong?" she asked, studying Harriett's tear-streaked face. nn"Nothing," sniffed Harriett. "Nothing." nn"Don't be silly!" Emma said. "There must be something." nn"It's work," Harriett admitted. nn"Yes?

Thanks to all the feedback I get. Let’s start this first part off by explaining the fictitious version of how Torrie Wilson got into Playboy. Or is it? (insert evil laughter) nnStephanie McMahon felt complete. She was the happiest she had ever been in a long time. She loved her secret submissive lesbian life. She was resting in her hot tub with her lover Leanne when she got a phone call. It was her Mistress Angela.nn“Hello?”nn“And how are my two girls doing?”nn“We’re doing okay. How are you doing Mistress?”nn“Wonderful. I’m just looking over your tapes you have been sending me.”nn“Are you pleased?”nn“Yes I am. It’s time for your next mission. What’s the name of that blonde who used to hang around that gold guy?”nn“Terri Runnells?”nn“Yes!