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It was an open secret that Dan was selling the company, but it wasn't widely known that he was in New York with Holly to finalize the deal. Their trip dragged on as the last i's were dotted, and the t's were crossed. I spent most of the two weeks they were away coaxing the big press at station 8 into action. It was a notoriously finicky piece of equipment with a chronic backlog of jobs. When I wasn't working on the press, I was busy taking care of Holly's daughters and keeping up with the housework. The mechanical emasculator Holly had me wearing affected every part of my life. A mental image of my cock in its grasp popped into my head when I ordered coffee, held the door open for someone, or talked to the guys on my crew. I felt its unyielding presence when I walked between stations and when I squatted down to work. It was an unrelenting reminder that I was less now, and somehow everyone picked up on it. People at work took me less seriously, and waitresses ignor

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Love Song

августа 15, 2021

Copyright © 2021 - This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author. ~ ~ ~ Love Song ~ ~ ~ Cathy Jenson was walking through her family's wheat field in Iowa. It was early in the season so the wheat was only knee-high. In the distance, she could see her father and brother working on the fence that the cows had broken through to get to the wheat. She giggled at that thought but the unruly cows had been troublesome as of late. This was the second time they had taken a shortcut through a field that was fenced in with barbed wire. Cathy had just come from herding them back to the barn through the field. She could also see Michael Johnson from the farm next to theirs. Smiling she walked just a little fast so she wouldn't miss saying hello to Michael. When she got to the fence, her dad was just finishing getting the list stra

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What A Monday That Turned Out To Be

августа 12, 2021

Why was I asked to help a stranger. What A Monday That Turned Out To Be. Can you look after me for three weeks. I sat drinking green tea and eating a French pastry in the Pipeworks member's club lounge in Glasgow, a gay sauna, slowly recovering from my early morning steam room, sauna and massage, the Club was also unusually quiet for a Monday morning, unofficially this was the seniors time a fraternity that I was approaching with the passage of time. As I glanced around at the other members sitting at their tables I noticed a young dark haired, maybe twenty, doing the rounds of the tables he was about five foot eight, slim, toned and with a nice olive complexion. The Club members seemed to be rejecting whatever he was proposing to them before sending him on his way. As he came towards my table I noticed his distinctive walk almost dance like with a flowing rhythmic motion the way his hips effeminately moved. Wearing only a snug fitting snow white wrap that sat low and loosely on

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