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Good evening my pet :kiss: Good evening little one :kiss: and a good evening to all the pervs :)

I think we succeeded in getting a few pair of panties wet this weekend. ;) I know you're still perving through all the goodies I left last night and finding more reasons to do laundry, the both of you. :devil:
Evening to you RC :rose::kiss:
Or .............. shorts :D
 
Hi again everyone, computer crashed on me and just got it started in time to wish you all a good night. :kiss::kiss:
 
Here's a story by ShaeLee Tanner I like that I put some gifs to. Hope you like it.
The first post has no pics and just sets up the story to follow. Enjoy.

An Interview With Destiny





I walked from the elevator, turning left towards my apartment still shaking the images from my mind. The events of the day had left me wonder-struck, unsure if I had really experienced them. She had seemingly come from no where and ended up dominating my time and thoughts for several hours. It was that interview. The way she sat and used her body to hold my attention. I know she caught me looking, no matter how hard I tried to be discreet. She was exuding sexuality with the ease of a movement. I put the key in the lock and stopped, remembering the feelings she stirred in me.

I was enthralled with her manipulations. Innocent movements became suggestive innuendos that kept my eyes attentive on her. The words on her resume became a blur, my thoughts imagining her as my lover, than my secretary.

"I'll hold on to your application, Ms. Simpson. After I've seen all the applicants, I'll contact you and let you know if the position is yours or not. It was nice of you to come in, I wish you the best of luck." I remembered saying to her thinking, ‘Baby, if it's down to who looks better, you got the job‘.

I saw the look in her eyes grow deeper, more thoughtful in their look, as she stood and looked at me. She seemed to be sizing me up, almost like a prey about to be captured. I shook her hand and felt the warmth in it. Most women had colder hands than that, that surprised me. They were soft, but held a strength in her grip. Even that left a suggestion of something.

She gave me a smile that was in some parts friendly, but the underlying tones of it and the look in those eyes, told me far more was intended in the meaning and portrayal. She turned and walked out, my eyes focused on the seductive twitch of her hips , as she walked away, feeling my arousal heighten yet again..

I struggled with my job, trying to pay attention to the last three women applying for the position. I was hopelessly comparing them to Ms. Destiny Simpson and none of them came close. My professionalism went out the door and I knew I was in trouble of violating my position.

I left early and went down the street to my usual haunt, Flannery's, your typical single guy place. Kevin Flannery was behind the bar serving his usual clientele, when I sat down. Without a word, a double of single malt slid in front of me and I looked up with a smile at Kevin. He smiled back and said,

"I don't want to know."
 
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