<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Femsuit on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/femsuit/</link><description>Recent content in Femsuit on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 31 Dec 2006 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/femsuit/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Colleagues Part 2</title><link>/stories/2006/12/31/colleagues-part-2/</link><pubDate>Sun, 31 Dec 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/12/31/colleagues-part-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="colleagues.html"&gt;chapter one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I woke up in a strange bed, in a strange room, in a stranger&amp;rsquo;s house. The door had opened and the smell of bacon, orange juice and coffee wafted into the room after the black bobbed latex clad form of the maid Sara. &amp;ldquo;Rise and shine. Wakey wakey Simon,&amp;rdquo; she said brightly and cheerfully a huge grin all over her face. &amp;ldquo;There&amp;rsquo;s an ensuite bathroom where you can go and have a shower. I&amp;rsquo;ll leave some clothes for you on the bed and you can come and join us in the breakfast room. Don&amp;rsquo;t be too long or it&amp;rsquo;ll be cold,&amp;rdquo; she said opening the bathroom door. &amp;ldquo;Oh and don&amp;rsquo;t bother to shave,&amp;rdquo; she added.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>