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Soon, she was already crazy about intolerable pleasure, so she was happy with her new role and she liked to serve the Real Man.
Her hands were still shackled behind her back, her chest was tortured, the lustful ass wobbled faster and faster with every second and now she no longer stands.
And he knows that the Master did not allow her to have fun, and all the same, with frenzied exhaustion, squealing “I am a Vaasha Aaaaaaaah! Konchaaaayu! Ahhhhh! Uum

Ahhh! I can not! Aa
I’m fucking! Your Fuck, Your loyal Bladeaaaaaa! Oh.
oooooh! how cool it is! ”He liked how his faithful whore served his gorgeous ass, but for allowing herself to scream, he took her to the toilet, put her on the toilet and grinning lasciviously, began to dust her blouse.
A golden trickle ruthlessly painted over her once-luxurious blouse, her disheveled hair, her lipstick, eyes, nose, mouth.

Fuck finished again and almost fainted.
Well, Swe.
Oh, I’m sorry.
Well, creature! Did you like everything that was with you ?! Do you agree with your new role in this life? – Yes, my Lord, now I am your thing, your property, your napkin, Dust under your Feet, and I will always do everything for you !!! – You should have said otherwise, I would have killed on the spot! – Laughing, concluded pleased Master.
– Well, that’s what.
Almost all your salary you will now bring to me, because now you will not really need a luxurious life.
Thanks to me, you have found a new fate and a new role that you like, but you yourself agree with this one hundred percent.
Everything, now you can pizdovat from here nakhuy.
The next time you give me a master class on sucking.
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And Blyad, who was once a solid manager, Blyad, who was once called Svetlana Nikolaevna, nodded quite.
Everything described below is strictly autobiographical.

There are no exaggerations and even a hint of fantasy.
I described in this story only those moments from my childhood that were remembered unusually clearly and vividly – for the rest of my life.
Author A few years of early childhood, while my parents studied at the university, I lived in the village, with my grandparents.
It was there that the first incident occurred, which postponed the imprint on my erotic addictions, which gradually developed over the course of their future life.
That’s what I want to tell.
At that time I was 3-4 years old.
I remember a bright sunny day, perhaps in the late spring, because there was no fierce heat even in the sun.
Not far from our fence, near the roadway of a deserted village street, there was a big pile of sand.
Obviously, it was delivered the day before to level the sides of the road, which had never known asphalt.
The sand was clean, pale yellow in color and very fine, easily crumbling in the hands.
Naturally, such a magnificent testing ground for research and games immediately caught the attention of local boys like me.

That morning, armed with a set of molds for the sandbox and for some reason an old scrubbed eagle, I climbed onto the outer slope of this crumbling Elbrus.
I made the company a girl much older than me.
As I guess now, she was about 10-12 years old.
She probably stayed in the village with one of our neighbors.
I didn’t remember her appearance or any particular features except for one thing – she was decorated with a shock of thick black hair to her shoulders, brightly shining under the sunlight.
It was hardly interesting to me, perhaps, the grandmother instructed her to trace how something happened near the road with the restless granddaughter.
She failed to turn away, and there were no girlfriends nearby, so I had to condescendingly teach a still snotty boy to make Easter cakes from improvised material and thoughtlessly to think about how to find a decent excuse to escape quickly.
For some time we were just picking at the sand breaks under her lazy leadership, it was important for me to have some kind of team and attention to our person, because besides the two of us, no one was seen on our heap or nearby.

After a while she even got a little carried away and began to lively demonstrate the techniques of building sand constructions – houses, fences and platforms.
We quickly found application for my old Julia – with her help in the sand, even grooved grooves with a diameter of about 20 centimeters with a deep cone-shaped crater were easily obtained in the center.
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