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  • sasguru
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    Originally posted by WTFH View Post
    He felt something rise too, a stirring deep in the pit of his soul. He wasn't sure what it was, so he took the ball-gag out of his accountant's mouth and asked him.

    ...Snapping out of his reverie, he opened the cellar door. "Hi Piggy" he said, "...it's time for your poke".
    Pig in a Poke snapped out of her daydream too... Suddenly she remembered, in her desperation for rumpy pumpy, she'd agreed to role play with NLUK.

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  • vetran
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    Originally posted by sasguru View Post
    Which is why she'd agreed to go on a date with NLUK in spite of his halitosis and comb-over.
    Now as he opened the door of his cellar where he'd locked her up, she felt the nausea rise.
    It was monday so NLUK would supply Iceland Chicken dippers for tea. She didn't mind all the perverted sex stuff but after taking the goliath pony plug and the rampant Rhino at least NLUK could stump up for KFC.

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  • WTFH
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    Originally posted by sasguru View Post
    Which is why she'd agreed to go on a date with NLUK in spite of his halitosis and comb-over.
    Now as he opened the door of his cellar where he'd locked her up, she felt the nausea rise.
    He felt something rise too, a stirring deep in the pit of his soul. He wasn't sure what it was, so he took the ball-gag out of his accountant's mouth and asked him.

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  • sasguru
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    Originally posted by vetran View Post
    It was lonely on the Labour back benches. She hadn't demonstrated for months.
    Which is why she'd agreed to go on a date with NLUK in spite of his halitosis and comb-over.
    Now as he opened the door of his cellar where he'd locked her up, she felt the nausea rise.

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  • vetran
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    It was lonely on the Labour back benches. She hadn't demonstrated for months.

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  • BrilloPad
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    Then NLUK unlocked the cellar door.

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  • ChimpMaster
    started a topic Crowd-sourced story anyone

    Crowd-sourced story anyone

    Fell through the cracks. That was her excuse. Her reason perhaps. She couldn’t change where she had been and she didn’t know where she was going. But none of that mattered any more. Society had forgotten her.

    It was dark, and she was alone, tired, hungry.

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