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It was made in middle of the upgrade (Submitted by ellemenopea on Thu, 02/03/2011 - 00:02) and ended up in the old database, please post again.. Here is the text extracted from old db..

The snow did mean Sir couldn't come over for our usual Tuesday date. Things don't look good for next week either, it's our monthly discussion group meetings.

But I'm not all bad news! Saturday Sir's girlfriend asked if i wanted to come over Sunday for dinner with her and Sir. I was expecting nothing more than dinner, tv, and if we had any alcohol, to stay the night, which isn't unusual for us. Sir chimed in though - bring your lunchbox.

See, I occasionally use this metal lunchbox as a purse at events. It's cute and people associate it with me. A friend has been teasing me for over a year because i promised him dirty pictures with me and my lunchbox, but i haven't given him any because I haven't taken them. Sir found this out, and has been threatening to make it right.

When i arrived at the house they were still working, so i was told to make them drinks and get dinner started. I like that i can be of use to them both, particularly when they are as busy as they are. We had a nice time relaxing and talking over dinner. I was careful not to mention the lunchbox or anything, hopeful it had been a joke. When it was time to clean up, i was told to take off my shirt. Apparently that makes doing dishes easier. With the table cleared Sir asked if i had been good and remembered my lunchbox.

Damn, he remembered. His girlfriend was all too happy to help, and pulled off my pants (i'd been told to get into pajamas when i arrived) and pushed me onto the dining room table. The same spot we had this intellectual discussion moments earlier was now where i was being told to spread my legs wider and look like a happy hole. He had the camera ready to go, and she helped by slapping my legs if they weren't positioned right, slapping my stomach for twisting too much, and holding my hands so i couldn't cover my face.

After getting a number of shots, it was pointed out that this was getting Sir excited. He moved around the table and pulled my head backwards off the edge to suck his cock. His girlfriend scolded me when i gagged and slapped me otherwise for fun. After a few minutes it was suggested i was getting the tablecloth dirty and we should move into the living room. He laid down on the couch and i went back to work per their orders.

(edit: I forgot to mention the awful moment when their housemate came up looking for something. It's the type of household where these things aren't unexpected and no one but me was embarrassed, but Sir's girlfriend announcing "Oh hey! Elle is just being a whore! Don't mind us!" was pretty awful.)

His girlfriend joined me for a bit, the two of us alternating licking his shaft and balls. She decided i didn't deserve his cum though, and not to even see him cum. He told me to turn around and kneel and not move. I heard them kissing and laughing a little as he came all over my back.

"Don't move girly" she told me. It felt like forever kneeling there, feeling it drip and cool. I heard them pick up their clothes, put the tablecloth in the laundry, and even get a drink, before she came by with a washcloth and cleaned me up. She really is equally mean and nice to me.

did my last blog post get eaten? Or was it just removed?