God, she looked like a train wreck. Glancing up at me, she quickly walked passed me, not saying a word, just as usual. “Jesus sis,” I said turning around, “You look like shit.” “Oh fuck off,” she mumbled as she made her way into the bathroom, legs wobbling. “I had a rough night.” As the door slammed closed, a wave a relief flew through me. God did I feel good. The fucking rush of last night’s escapades made me feeling fucking on top of the world. What can I say, my body was still pumped full of endorphins and lustful rage. I never thought I could ever do something so, so nefarious. Did I seriously just become a rapist overnight? As the day went on, I got a call from work, asking if I wanted to come in for a few hours this evening to pick up some of the slack of a call out. Not really having any extra plans for the evening, other than planning on more ways to use my sister, I accepted. Throwing on some gym clothes (Yeah, I work at a gym), I grabbed my bag and threw my little baggie of pills in one of the compartments. Hey, you never know when these will come in handy… Might as well always come prepared... Getting into work, they really just needed help running the front counter. You know, checking people in and out and such. It was a pretty simple job, just greet the regulars and point towards the barcode scanner. On occasion, we’ll get a newcomer and I’ll just greet them and hand them over to the manager in the office. Pretty simple shit. It’s been a few months since I’ve had to work the front desk. Lately, I’ve mainly just been a personal trainer. With it being the evening on a weekend, the place was pretty dead. Maybe a couple dozen people inside working out, and one or two people popping in every 30 minutes. This gave me quite a bit of downtime to just fuck off. Going through the computer, looking at photos of the people that have recently checked in today, I started reading through the profiles we had on them. It seems the system had been updated recently, asian and it added a new custom field that’s viewable by employees only. When the patron scans their card, a profile pops on the computer at the front desk along with their picture. It gives quite a bit of information about them. Especially in this new custom text field. Seem’s the guys that normally work the desk have way too much fun with it. Going through some of the profiles of some of the people here now, I read some comments such as… “She’s fucking single!’ or “She's a regular at Patty’s pub down the street”. Or even, “She’s a total slut, buy her a drink and she’ll pay out.” The past few years, we haven’t had many girls working the front desk, that sure as hell shows, especially now, since the update. Our manager is pretty laid back and lets us run some of the day to day, so he really doesn’t give a fuck if nothing gets out to our patrons. As the evening progressed, this one younger gal came strolling in about 30 minutes before we closed, and god damn was she a sight for sore eyes. Standing at just about five and a half feet tall, her body was as thin and toned as a marathon runner with tits the size of cantaloupes. Her tight yoga pants hugged her ass perfectly. Her top revealed her incredibly toned abdomen, while her tits were literally screaming to be unbound. To top it all off, her dirty japanese blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail with her hair flowing down halfway her back. Hairy She managed to say yes sir. Again keep in mind that this is a work of fantasy and not everything will be fully realistic. Jaya pulled Sujata by hand and made her sit next to her. My mind melted in rapture. He picked up the slender teen over his shoulder again and carried her up the stairs into his bedroom. For now what they had was working just fine. She'd be scared if she wasn't still angry. “ Also make arrangements for the trainer of these three to train Rebel.” She replied.” Yes Master. Liz kept her grip on him sliding her hand up and down him gently but firmly until she was sure she had drained him of every last drop of seed. They took it apart and Sue decided it couldn't be fixed. I'm going to orgasm.” When the brand was white hot the blacksmith pushed it hard onto her cheek and as the smell of burning flesh and smoke rose up she screamed for a few seconds then fell silent piss shot out of her on to the blacksmith’s overalls, his cum shot out of her arse and run down her thigh . Reg said she’s passed out, he held the brand for a few more seconds until he was satisfied then removed japanese it he then sprayed it with lotion he uses on livestock then Reg and Jack examined it, it was about an eight of an inch deep and brown , Jack asked will it always be that colour, and the blacksmith said it should fade to a lighter brown in time, but will always be that deep. After a few moments she just shook her head in confusion. I whimpered as her hands wrapped around my thighs. Something is building inside me, something like an explosion that’s swelling out from between my legs spreading warmth right to the tips of my fingers. Chloe answered eagerly “YES! She looked straight at Daryl as she sniffed. He ran the finger up and down and I felt my pussy starting to heat up with the attention. I made my way back home and relived the whole day over and over all night. She looked terrible, her dress covered nothing and her body was glazed in what looked like cum. “Maybe.” I said, not believing for a second that Trish would be merciful on Hairy her return. What are they doing? “No idea mate, maybe in the dunes, maybe at the other end of the beach, or maybe they only come out later in the day.” Harry replied. He rotated them, keeping about five around to help around the house and to look hot. He supposed he'd add restlessness to the list of asian appropriate reasons and got out of bed.