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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12th September&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The surgery waiting room was deserted. The two men stood in the surgery itself, shaking hands and swapping envelopes. The deal was done.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;John Rose walked out of the doctors&amp;rsquo; surgery with a smug, contented expression. He was a very rich man, but money couldn&amp;rsquo;t buy him the things he had wanted, until now.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The doctor, Jamie, was a lifelong friend of John&amp;rsquo;s, and one of the country&amp;rsquo;s top surgeons, although only in his mid thirties. He was financially well off, but didn&amp;rsquo;t have the millions his friend John had in the bank.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; Wriiten some time ago, but still good I hope!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;m not sure which was the most humiliating part, cummimg as she smacked my balls, or being tied to the tree wearing tights (pantyhose).&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Let me explain. As a closet crossdresser with a love of bondage, I often put myself into these strange predicaments, but this time it had all gone wrong.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a Wednesday morning, the wife is at work and I&amp;rsquo;ve got a day off. No sooner had she gone, had I changed into some barely black tights. Whilst I pondered what to wear next I logged on and surfed the net for inspiration. I got the idea to go outside, and saw a site on outdoor bondage. It was written by a guy fairly local to where I live, and it recommended some suitable locations. I knew a wooded area that he referred to, so that was my plan.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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