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Brigitte92
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As I swayed and moved my hips, sticking my round ass towards Chris, I wondered what he was thinking. After all, he must have pleased with his handiwork. He had been lusting after me for a while, and here I was - shaking my round ass like a skank, just for him. He must have been ecstatic of the fact that I wore that yellow thong after his comments, and the fact that he spanked me into submission just minutes ago. I wondered as well about the video camera he was holding and for how long he wanted me to twerk like this.
I couldn't help but feel guilty of the fact that my boyfriend was downstairs, unaware of how turned on and drunk I was at the moment. Unaware of the lewd comments I received, of the flirty and sexual wagers Chris and I shared and of how he kept passing me alcoholic drinks throughout the night.
"Hold on, big ass." he said, objectifying me as per usual. His fingers went to my white tights, yanking them down to reveal my bare cheeks. I gasp and laughed, pulling them back up while he kept recording - eventually, placing the video-camera down on the dresser.
"I just had an idea."
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Name: Kathy Miller
Age: 18
Height: 5'7"
Cup size: 38C
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It was a real simple Tuesday and I mean it for every sense of the word - my parents were out of town for another two weeks, I had summer break and as crazy as this sounds, the house all to myself. I know, not many parents would leave their beautiful suburban home alone with their daughter, who barely graduated from high school - but I wasn't your typical high school senior. I mean, I got accepted to Yale with a full scholarship; I never got so much as a parking ticket and I was even in the choir at church!http://i1080.photobucket.com/albums/j328/Nomoremtvsoda/Nomoremtvsoda051/CCi-zqgUAAADOZJ_zps2qcdggb1.jpg
Name: Kathy Miller
Age: 18
Height: 5'7"
Cup size: 38C
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Yeah, sorry. I'm not trying to brag or anything, but give you an idea as to why I'd get the home to myself.
Anyway, so my tranquility of eating cereal from the couch and watching television was pushed aside when my cellphone began to ring. I would have ignored it, but I could see from the screen that it was Michael, my boyfriend, calling me.
"Hey honey." I said, answering the phone and turning off the television.
"Hey baby. I uh...I have a huge favor to ask of you."
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"...What?!"
So, what happened is that Michael wanted to host one of his get-togethers with his buddies over at my place. Honestly, I wouldn't object to that; I knew most of Michael's friends and they were all good people. The only problem was for this particular get-together, he wanted to invite Chris.
So, let me tell you about Chris- he's an asshole. He's this old perv and the manager of the grocery store where Michael works. He's mean and he's always hitting on me whenever I drop by the store. Worst of all, he's constantly picking on poor Michael and making his life a living hell.
So, why have him over?
According to my boyfriend, Michael wants to get on his good side before we go away to college. After all, being a manager and all, Chris might get him an office job when we all move.
"Sure honey. We can all hang out at my place."
"Even Chris?"
"Even Chris." I sighed.
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