August 25, 2013
From SaraSissyGirl Blog
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Sunday, August 25, 2013
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How quickly
would you drop to your knees for the opportunity to serve them?
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Saturday, August 24, 2013
Source | See the Pic
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Friday, August 23, 2013
Source | Lover of sluts
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Pink is perfect
for sissies!!!
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He spoke fluent Japanese, his mother was born there, but Karl
was still surprised he was hired right out of college to work at the company's
U.S. headquarters where he would interact with visiting Japanese executives.
But he learned he wasn't hired for his business skills, he was specifically
recruited for something else he possessed, his trim, almost feminine figure.
Karl, now Kari, wasn't going to visit any manufacturing facilities, he wasn't
going to put together budges or sales forecasts, his job was took him to fine
restaurants, to plays, the symphony, and the best hotels in town.
Kari was hired as a courtesan to serve as a companion for important clients and
executives, those who wanted the pleasures of a woman while they were away from
their homes, wives, and girlfriend, but a different kind of woman, one with
something special between their legs.
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I don't know about you, but I've been intimidated by every
pretty woman I've ever met regardless of her age or mine. And I think every one
of those women knows it, too, the second I talk to them, I think every one
understands, intuitively, that I'm not a man, even if I'm trying to pretend to
be one. Once glance, that's all it takes. One glance.
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