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Looking for a dirty . I'm looking for someone who is into practicing our writing. Maybe write something collaboratively? here is a writing sample: "Ok," I say, "the paperwork is all in order. You understand that you have to do everything I tell you, or quit, right? If you quit, you have to be out of the house within 24 hours." "Yes" she says, with a look of both hope and resignation in her eyes. She really needed this job. Now, I usually train computer people. Everyone else? I expect them to know what they are doing. "I want you to tidy and dust the front room before my wife gets home" I say. She starts picking things up and asking me where they go. I did tell her that keeping track of stuff was her job. After the third time she asked, I let some of my irritation creep into my voice. "I hired you so I wouldn't have to worry about where things are. Are you sure you are cut out for this job?" "No " she says. "I will do better" - and she returns to cleaning up, and I return to my terminal. Suddenly, I hear a tremendous crash. My wife's big clock is now on the , broken glass all around. looks at me with pleading eyes. "I... I'm so sorry" she says, with eyes pleading for understanding. "Do you know how much that costs? Maybe you aren't cut out for a housekeeping position after all." I say darkly. "Please," she pleads, "Don't make me sleep outside tonight. I'll do anything" "There is, I suppose, one other position available. " I stand up and walk towards her, glass crunching under my boots. I look her hard in the eyes. "Get on your knees." I instruct, and she obeys. I unbutton my pants. She gasps, and with that, I shove my large, cock into her mouth. "Mmmf" she says. "Mmmf" "Do you want the job?" I ask. "It pays a grand a month and you get to sleep here. I know you have no place to go. Tears stream down her cheeks. I remove the cock for a moment, for her to answer. "Yes." she sobs. I slide my cock back into her throat, and put my hand around her neck for good measure. "You can quit anytime you like. But, until then? I own you. You are to address me as "master" and my wife as "mistress" - Am I clear?" "Mmmf" she says again. I remove my hand, and my cock. 'Yes' she says, . "Yes what?" I ask, with ice in my voice. 'Yes, Master' she says. I force her head on to my cock, all the way down this time. She gasps when I remove my cock, tears causing her mascara to run down her face. But she doesn't protest. I continue face-fucking her. The door opens, and my wife comes in; She sees broken glass all over the and a crying girl gagging my cock. "That's the whore you got?" she asks, with disdain in her voice. "Yup" I said. She also owes you for that clock your mother gave you.' "That thing?" my wife says. "who cares." She looks at the younger woman with scorn in her eyes.

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