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Text: Oh lord. That's gonna be a Danny question. You just let me know how that goes, lol.

Text: If I'm gonna convince you and Danny to guest-spot on there one day, I've gotta lay it on thick!

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Text: I get it. Oh number one, huh? Someone's laying it on thick, lol.

Text: It's the only way it doesn't feel weird for me, I can't charge you. Awesome, glad my number one customer is enjoying himself.

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Text: Well you don't let me pay anymore...but yes. Good content, nice mix of kink and scene, no click baiting. Very good.

Text: Customer survey time. Good value for money?

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Text: Yes.

Text: You still subbed to my OF under an alt?

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Text: Appreciate it.

Text: I mean, you can ask, and if I answer I promise it'll be honest.

Text: Always will, Nate. That's a promise too.

Text: Can I ask you a question and you totally have to give an honest answer?

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Text: I can imagine.

Text: I do, Sammy. Promise.

Text: Oh lord, I can only imagine. He's pretty much at 10 any given day. Can't imagine a day like that on top of it.

Text: Of course, Sam. I still...care abotu you. I don't see that changing.

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Text: Oh lord, I can only imagine. He's pretty much at 10 any given day. Can't imagine a day like that on top of it.

Text: Of course, Sam. I still...care abotu you. I don't see that changing.

Text: Yeah, Owen kinda lost it. Best present I could've given him.

Text: I just wanted to reach out and say, I remember how you said it was best not to go over everything with us when I found out we were exes. I didn't totally get it at the time, but that would've been...upsetting. I'm really grateful you were looking out for me, Nate.

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Text: Damn, well that's a hell of a Christmas present. Well sure, because you don't always know what memories you might have forgotten. But, if you recognize people now, that's probably step one.

Text: If i can help, lemme know.

Text: Yeah! I just woke up on Christmas morning, and I could remember things. Like, I'm pretty sure its everything, you know? Or most things. Apparently its hard to be 100% sure its 100% of the memories or whatever.

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Text: You...damn, well that's great right? I mean, congrats, that's awesome, Sam!

Text: This is probably gonna get a little weird, but I'm better. I got my memories back.

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Text: Hey, man.

Text: Hey Sam. What's up?

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PM: They wouldn't dare. Do you really think I'd steer you in a direction to get a punishment by anyone other than me?

PM: And now you don't think I can handle you? Sounds like my little hellcat needs a reminder of who owns her.

PM: Well, if I'm gonna get my ass railed with a crop or whatever they'd use for punishment, I'd at least prefer it if you were the one doing it, Sir - and I don't think they'd let me call you into class to issue the punishment. But you're right; you want me touching myself in class, and that's what I'll do! I'm gonna be sooo wet and needy for you by the time you've got me all to yourself. I hope you'll be able to handle it. ;)

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He hissed as he felt her claws against his skin, his cock throbbing at the pleasured pain as he drug her towards the door. "That pussy is only good for dripping and cock," he agreed with a maniacal laugh. He growled as she screamed for him, pounding himself roughly into her petite body, scratchign and bruising her skin with each movement. He pushed his thumb harder, feeling her part of him as his lubricated thumb managed to enter her tightest hole. His thumb fucked her in rhythm with his cock as she moaned and screamed to her audience below. He bent forward as she came up flush against him, nipping at her earlobe as his free hand roamed up the front of her body, groping her breasts and pinching her nipple. "They see me just fine, little whore. It's you they're fantasizing about," he moaned against her ear. "It's you they wish they could have screaming in their ears, cumming on their cocks," he continued, switching from his thumb to two fingers working to fill her ass while his cock continued to stuff her cunt. "Tell them who you cum for," he encouraged, "Scream it, whore. Now. Cum."

Marcia gasped as she reeled back, Nate’s fist in her brown hair, yanking her shakily to her feet - his voice at her ear, commenting on the mess she was making hardly helped the situation. Marcia’s eyes rolled back and arousal gushed more aggressively from her sensitive folds, she melted as his lips seared against her neck - it was almost romantic, until it wasn’t. She reached back, raking her nails across his chets to his shoulder, hissing with utter delight as his teeth sunk in against her skin, nice and hard, almost enough to draw blood and surely enough to leave her marked for everyone to see after this - just the way she liked it. “If I wasn’t such a good girl, I’d argue that you’re the one makin�� me make such a mess, Daddy - you can’t expect my stupid little pussy to keep it together around you…” She giggled, gasping through her laughs as she was manhandled out to the balcony, only to be benty of her the railing, her legs spreading, baring her sopping cunt for him to use -and use, he did. She threw her head back and screamed without hesitation as he slammed into her in one sweeping motion. “Fuck! Yes, Daddy!! No one fucks my cunt like you! Mmm, you make my little slutty body feel so fucking good! Thank you, Daddy! T-Thank you!” She screamed, her body jerking back and forth with the force of Nate’s thrusts. She registered his thumb at her asshole, but she was too consumed with arousal to give it much thought. He could literally do whatever he wanted to her and she’d simply thank him for it, and then scream out to the grounds how grateful she was. They were attracting a bit of a crowd below, which made Marcia even more mindless in her lust. She stood up as much as she could, keeping his cock buried in her pussy as she reached back and held herself to him with her hand reaching up and around, bracing the base of his neck. “Mmm…want them to see both of us, Daddy - want them to see the fucking perfect stud who’s taking what he fucking owns right here for everyone to see.”

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PM: Do you think I care? I don't think you'll get punished though - I mean, they want to see we're using what they teach, right? Plus, I've seen subs ordered to do far worse with less consequences.

PM (NATE): You're mine today. You have from the start of class until 5pm to edge 20 times for me. The only thing you can't use is your own hand/fingers. Wear a skirt, no panties, and no top under your coat. In the building, you don't wear the coat. Then at 5pm be on your knees at my door. Don't you dare cum.

PM: Oooh, yay! Thanks, Daddy! D'you think my teachers will get mad at me for touching myself during class? I might get punished. Especially with my top off too - I'm gonna be such a distraction from their lessons! ;P @dom-i-nate

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Text: Well sure, but that'll be our money, not yours and mine and leaving us feeling like there's always something to owe or pay back or whatever.

Text: Yeah, I mean, fair. Yes, I had assumed you would, and I do get that. I'm thinking I could desensitize myself a bit. Like, if it's always around, it feels like less taboo for me, so I maybe won't care. And, if the temptation is bad that day, I can call in. I know Sam doesn't know about it any more, but even after the accident, he's still Sam - so he's pretty understanding and if he's willing he might work with me on it and let me call in sometimes or something. I dunno if it matters if it's fair or not. I hurt you, and I've apologized and while I can't do more than that, I can't fault your brain from going there. But, I do feel like I should point out, I can't possibly show you things are different without being given the chance to. Also, I love you.

Text: You know that attitude will have to change when we get married ;) Fair enough, I get that.

Text. Okay. Several thoughts here. Obviously, I'm thinking about your sobriety being in an environment like that. I know you're committed to it, and I support you in your thought process of wanting to keep people safe. But I want to keep you safe, even if its just from temptation, you know? It's also - bringing up thoughts from last time you were in a bar with one of your exes, which I know is not fair of me but my brain can't erase it.

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I get that, a claim tends to make you think a bit more about those things. Sorry to hear that, Oz.

Agreed. I never thought much about having kids, but I wouldn't mind now that I'm in a claim. They really are. Mine passed away when I was in high school.

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Text: yeah but without a job I can’t pay you back. Also I like having a job but the store in town I used to work at doesn’t need anyone right now.

Text: ok, so I need you to keep an open mind here. I think I’d like to be a bartender. I’m in a real good place and I think that as someone who can spot that kinda trouble, I’d also help people stay safe in those situations. Especially with everything going on - Sam getting jumped, and whatever the hell went down with Lodge and Jones. And I think the bar at The Evan’s House would be safe for me because I know Sam and Owen and all that and it is way less seedy than some of the places on the South side.

Text (Danny): hey babe. So I need to get a job, my savings is going to be completely gone after Christmas. And I had an idea but I think the conditions of proper communication and rules of a good boyfriend dictate I should run it by you first.

Text: Wait, really? Babe, I can float you some cash if you need it, I have plenty left from selling Dad's business. What were you thinking of getting for a job?

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He was still thrusting into her when he heard it, and only stalled for a brief moment. Did she just say what he thought she said. Did she know she just said that? He pulled out of her and grabbed her by her hair so she was on her feet in front of him. He wasn't sure he even wanted to ask right now, happy to continue using her like his own perfect toy. Besides, her brain was so melted and deep in primal mode, there was no way she'd focus long enough for this conversation. "You're making a mess little slut," he growled against her ear, leaning forward to first kiss at her neck, then take a hard bite of it, marking her for at least the next couple days. He looked over at his sliding glass door to his balcony. It was warm enough, so he dragged his girl outside, returning her to her bent over position against the railing. "Let them hear you, slut. Let them hear how good Daddy makes you feel," he said, thrusting himself back inside her, using the aftermath of her orgasms on his thumb, playing with her rear opening with lubricated pressure.

Marcia's eyes rolled back and she came on command; a skill she'd learned with him and really only had success employing with him calling out the command. Something about Nate's dominance flipped a switch in Marcia; cumming when he told her to was as easy as inhaling and exhaling - she came hard, her pussy gushing and her bent-in-half, tan, toned little body shook with pleasure as she did. "T-Thank you, Daddy - for letting what's yours cum on your perfect cock!! Ifuckingloveyou...oh my God," Marcia was of course too fucked out of her mind to register what she'd just said. Still, if she was able to communicate effectively right now, she'd probably be able to convey that she didn't mean it romantically - she meant it in the capacity that their relationship allowed. She did love Nate, she loved his dominance, his power over her, his body, his cock, his handsome face, and the way he protected and cared for her like no one else, save maybe her big brother, had ever bothered. "She blinked happily up at him, Giving her beat-red ass a little wiggle on his dick as her wetness sprayed against her thighs and dripped down her smooth skin.