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<p>Boredom had already settled in after only three months in a job that I had hoped would launch my career. My new boss was an ex-Nazi SS officer, still playing the role to perfection. He didn&#8217;t like any of his reports much, but I was special. My day always ended the same way, with Herr Doktor&#8217;s red-faced tantrum in broken English, laced with undecipherable German expletives. I took it all with a smug grin. He hated [<a href="http://naughtysextales.com/575/two-blocks-from-the-edge/">read more...</a>]]]></description>
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The sun warmed her face as she tipped her chin up into the blanket of summer heat. She had closed her eyes long ago, only after his bronzed chest and shoulders finally failed to block the blazing disk that made its way across the sky above them. She stretched luxuriously under him, her hands and arms exploring the hard contours of muscle and bone. Then, as if gliding through a warm, shifting sea, she spread her arms wide, hands plunging into the warm sand just beyond the edges of the rumpled towel. &#8220;Nothing should feel this [<a href="http://naughtysextales.com/573/jackstraw/">read more...</a>]]]></description>
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