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I am unfastened! Ula his handcuffs, removed the collar and clothespins.
My brain came to life, and I began to gradually think, then the feeling of gloating gave way to pity for Sergey.
“God, what did I do?

Poor you are mine.
“I hugged him and he again burst into tears in my arms.
I buried my face in his hair, stroked his broken body, kissed his torn wrists. vk webcam porn
“Take me Home.
You are welcome.
“he whispered.
I helped him to get up and get dressed, then we left the club (more precisely, I left, and practically pulled myself out).
We got on the road, caught the car and drove to my house.
It seems the driver looked at us all the time with suspicion.
We obviously did not look like an ordinary couple in love, who were going home late at night to retire and make love. micro webcam usb