Peggy Goes Pegging

By Natasha Tsarina

Peggy Sullivan is an executive with a fetish for firm male asses. Jack is her new assistant and during a late night chat things turn from friendly to hot.

Jack confesses he has a fantasy and Peggy is more than willing to help him fulfill it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Natasha Tsarina
• Release date: Mar 14, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310743139

Natasha Tsarina

Natasha is a woman in her best years, She lives in Spain for the moment. Before that, she lived in the States and South America. When she doesn't write she likes a nice glass of wine a good book and long walks.If you are not sure about buying one of my novellas, why don't you check me out on Lushstories, which is free. Go to their website and then search for my name: NatashaTsarinaErotic.If you like what you read you can always make a donation on my blog.

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Peggy Goes Pegging

Natasha Tsarina

Copyright 2015 by Natasha Tsarina

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Chapter 1

Peggy walked down the sidewalk under the burning summer sun. She was wearing a short white skirt and a sleeveless light blue blouse. She had her Armani jacket thrown over her shoulder and her Prada handbag in her other hand. Her six inch heels gave her a few extra inches on top of her 5" 9'. Her hips sway under the fabric and she knew that the men behind her were watching. They always watched, some even commented, but she didn't care, she knew she was a walking centerfold, she had always been. Now, if she would have had a nicer name, life would be perfect. She hated her parents for naming her Peggy. She didn't feel like a Peggy, and she didn't look like a Peggy.