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New Job at the Giovanni Plastic Factory.

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Nice to meet you. I’m Frank.  I work upstairs in Quality Control. Welcome to Giovanni Plastics.  I’ve been here twenty-three years and loved every minute. I’ll tell you something; the quality of plastic produced in this factory is the best in the world.  When I started here, I didn’t know what the fuss was about. But when I actually felt the quality of the stuff coming out these machines, I thought oh yeah, this is like, the best, softer and shinier than anything I’d come across ever before. I think you’re going to enjoy working here. In fact I know you are.  Karen, in personnel, does extensive research these days on everyone who applies to work here, including a thorough examination of on-line activity, and she only selects people who’ve got a thing about plastic and shiny material. It guarantees a loyal workforce. I mean look at this.   Mmmmmm! This is our top range food wrap. Feel that… This stuff comes off that machine over there. It might look like an ordin...
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The Mask Of Mistress Eva.

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Curious, I put the large leather briefcase on the kitchen table and open the lid. Inside there’s a dress made from bright red shiny latex. I lift it out gently and lay it out flat on the table.  ‘What the…?’ I ask myself softly.  I’ve not seen anything quite like this and  I am very pleasantly surprised by just how smooth and soft latex feels. I find myself caressing it gently with my fingers. I’ve never been interested in the fetish scene, but the sight of this dress takes my breath away.  The briefcase belonged to an old man called Cyril, who used to live next door but who died a month ago.  For some unfathomable reason he left this briefcase to me in his will. I cannot figure out why. I really didn’t know him well. The first time I met him, I realised he was ill and from then on I decided to keep an eye on him. I called round and helped him out with a few things, just being neighbourly, that was all. I cannot understand why Cyril would want me to have thi...
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A Horny Slave is a Happy Slave.

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On a warm and pleasant late afternoon, Berenger sits at a table on the terrace of his favourite café bar, with his dear friend Simon. Usually when they meet, they lament for a while about the miserable state of the world, and the latest dreadful things the president is doing to make ordinary peoples’ lives more difficult.  They grumble quietly of course, ensuring no one sitting near can hear what they are saying.  These days it’s a dangerous thing to criticise the president, or the rich, powerful men who manage the ruling Party.  But then invariably Berenger finds something to laugh at, and then they pass on to more enlightening subjects.  Today is different. Berenger is eager to tell Simon what he saw that morning.  I was at a train station in the centre of the city and needed to visit the toilet. The only one I could find had a sign outside to say it was closed, but I’d seen a gentleman go in ahead, so I thought I would follow.  When I stepped inside I sa...
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