she looked up at him and smiled. it was indeed the pearl necklace she'd wanted.
THE END.
THE END.
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Wed, June 8, 2005 - 3:23 PMIt was a weakness, he knew, but when it came to her, he just couldn't help himself--his impulse was to give, give give. -
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Wed, June 8, 2005 - 3:32 PMevery time he tried to shove his cock down her throat, like she'd asked, he found himself distracted by her ample bosom... -
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Wed, June 8, 2005 - 3:41 PMASIDE: so much for restrained innuendo...
she was greedy. she wanted diamonds and pearls and a cock down her throat, but -
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Wed, June 8, 2005 - 3:50 PMgrowing up as the daughter of an independently wealthy american president, she'd been a bit neglected, a bit spoiled, accoustomed to getting her way and sexually repressed. in a word, -
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Re: pearl necklace
Wed, June 8, 2005 - 10:29 PMwell, many words ... a red-blooded, all-american, cornfed whore. not cheap or easy, but a whore all the same. still, she yearned for -
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Thu, June 9, 2005 - 1:21 AM...most likely to breed.
there was a knock at her hotel room door. it was travis. just like she suspected he was wearing the necktie. she let him in and gave him the money. "why can't we give it another go?" he said as he poured himself a drink. with a sly smile she approached him and asked, "how much are you worth these days travis? how much are you worth?"
travis was silent. just then, there was a knock at the door. room service. "saved by the bell" he thought to himself and took this oppurtunity to leave. why did he have to ask her about the past? he knew better. he'd known exactly what she was for years.
"a greedy fucking goddamn daughter of a son of a bitch" was the word used to describe her,
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