Ellis Hording. She got out of the pool, her huge breasts bouncing around wet. She called her butler over:“Fanso! Can you give my hair I quick brushing.”
He responds.“Of course Madam.” He walked over holding a brush, and begun to comb her hair.just then, Mr. Hording,a tall handsome man walked out of his giant Mansion. He looks at his wife:
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See you later.” Three words that set the cogs in motion…of everything that would transpire, but more specifically and crucially, the gears in the minds of Jared and Rory as they watched Aunt Clarissa leave for work. She wasn’t their real aunt of course. most aunts aren’t. she was one of those aunts who were actually just an unspecified family friend. the title of ‘aunt’ bestowed upon them to ensure respect. With Clarissa the title just stuck. even when the boys reached their late teens. It made even less sense when you realise that
Jared and Rory aren ‘t even related and that Clarissa was the mutual best-friend of their respective mothers, who over the years had made the most of their friendships by sending the boys to stay with their ‘aunt’ near the sea whenever they felt like a quiet weekend.
An orchestra of engines and blaring horns played a chaotic symphony on the busy road and even with a blindfold padlocked into place, Paul felt well and truly like he was in a front-row seat. Through glossy purple painted lips he lamented the day he ‘d told his girlfriend Rita that he wanted to spice up their sex life, and slowly he lifted one high-heeled leather boot off the curb and stepped out into the street.
Oliver’s French tipped fingers ached. worn and bruised just like the real
things…just like the rest of his body…well. this body he had woken up in. But. in
spite of his initial instinct to run, he had picked up that broom and now the
previously disgusting workshop glowed around him. He pulled up a stocking that
had begun to droop a little and snapped it back into place and carefully placed the
broom back in the corner to admire his work. His satisfaction was short-lived and
he was brought crashing back down to Earth as he remembered the predicament
he was in. The sound of a key turning caught his ear and he watched with baited
breath as a small, mousy looking woman let herself in…
