The League of Gentlemen in Second Life

I walked into the house, tossing my keys on the coffee table. My purse joined a moment later. Sighing heavily as I slip out of my shoes. Resting neatly on the large recliner is a little note written on an off-white parchment… it says only “Get ready. 7 sharp”. I bite my lip as the smooth flow of the script...

She waited there a while. Butterflies in her tummy just refusing to settle. She wanted to feel confident. That wasn’t going to happen, not yet anyway. Pacing a bit on the corner of the street. The bar was across the street. That was where she was meeting him. There was another ten minutes before the time they had agreed upon....

“I look ridiculous…” my voice curling around the half-closed door of the bathroom. “Did you follow the instructions?” The strong voice echoed back, a curious amusement in that tone. “Yes… but I’m 19, not 14…” “Then come out here…” his voice becoming more firm. The phrase wasn’t a request. I reluctantly step out of the bathroom. Looking across the expanse...

I am walking down the street when before I know what’s happening a man comes up behind me, wraps his hand over my mouth, grabs me and starts pulling me toward the curb. I hear a van pull up, doors open and another man jumps out and places a blindfold on me before they pull me into the van, close...

Åsa tastes it and swallows every little drop..her pussy still dripping from her previous encounter… feeling many eyes on her right now…and moaning… Jon: Hey Kelwyn Jon: come to see the show too? Åsa eyes widen as she hears another familiar name… Jack: “fuck she is so good Jon” Åsa moans deeply…tasting his precum as it oozes out of the...