Thai love with black slick moist hair curves under her ear wearing gold John Lenin glasses. Her long hair captures my eyes. The spread legs she has were much horror and thirsty many men. I have them now.
"I love you darling, you invest."
"Thank you. I am feeling shy every time you spread those legs in those men. I make money. It was a great Thai Baht catch. I made good cocaine laundering in Tbilisi. I will transfer your pussy juice now to Vilnius."
"Thank you darling." Her hand softly places on my cheek reaching finger tips vibrating her lips kisses me to encourage me in my hard dick vibrating up. Her hand squeezes and vibrates her palm of the hand rubbing my balls to show me how my Georgian bull goes up.
I am Georgian Birka and I am happy.
The pressure and pulse I streamed money through her made me grow richer. The pleasure of spending and growth. The nation loved her. I brought her in from Georgia, capital Tbilisi.
Pintines Gatve 5AA-666 it was an idiot's address. I left a little crater behind once they tricked me, the Georgian Birka.
They paid the price to the Georgia narco cartel. Our narcostate will never surrender, providing hard product laundering and good cash in bad books. We are cooking.
"I had my life but I lost it now." The corrupt investment funds did make my luck a victim in Vilnius.
Vilnius National Heritage hotel has captured our imagination. We walked holding hands to a black building tilted windows to sides. It did look like a coffin to me.
I knew in my view it is nothing but a strip tease brothel full of pornography.
I never knew holding my money then. The sex they made in money was great and I wanted it too.
The scenery from the hotel to the landscape was great.
We took a stroll around Parliament, Gediminas Tower on Iron Wolf Hill, the Oval Office, bars and restaurants in wide Polish streets.
It took us to the inquisition building.
I made money. The genuine offers from Estonia and Latvia I failed due to corruption prevention in Lithuania.
"Sweetie how do you feel snoring coke off my cook? When I am done making money."
"Kop Kun Ka." Her arms join in prayer mode and continue to work her lips chewing gum. I knew her hints.
They did attract me here to find a new life and business for my family from Georgia.
But what happened? I held Lithuanian prosecutor's dick to piss on my Thai wife. The other I enter terms and agreement of contract.
I was true men from Georgia and murder them in watermelon revenge plot.
The funds left the IT business portfolio from the CEO Gingerbread office. He was happy enough to work with me.
The IT mogul from the United States was happy to launder money through us. His IT way was the best.
The American Meta IT company had its way to help criminal cash flow.
The contract was a disaster. She loved nasty things and left back to Thailand. l cleared problems away and died.
Her pearl bottom and eggs shaped breasts were heaven. I never knew a man to say no to her.
Her long history of lovers did make sense. The knowledge of corruption and gangsters made my life not on its own. The Georgian communist did suffer. Communism lived on in Georgia.
I told her before she left me for other men in Thailand Kingdom. There was no hope of ever returning once I took hot Georgian blood revenge on the law enforcement office.
They stole 50 millions euros I lost in business. The fake IT company of Bronius and Co had my saliva leaking how much I triple the cash.
I was one sick idiot hopping and groping to hope illegal funds from economical coercion makes my way to Lithuania.
It was awful experience but I lived on to tell you penniless, homeless idiot wearing and laughing suicide vest to the bank.
When the story began like this.
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Vilnius' corrupt Prosecutors Office was in bad business with me and my plans to invest in telecommunications networks aiding technological advancements in post-communism era culture and economy.
"Thank you for having me here." They gave me the first hot seat.
I was happy to be able to move in the country and bring my new Thai wife to live a much richer life.
Her family was from a rich bankers dynasty. The mind did not care who she slept with. Her enjoyment lives on.
My hopeless attempt to open a family business was bankrupt from the Prosecutors Office in Vilnius for money laundering and economical manipulation coercion designed to bankrupt foreign capital investment.
I had unfortunately stolen one. I paid Satan to lose my life.
They made me guilty and found me guilty in a tribunal for embezzlement of funds.
I made an agreement to cut and avoid taxes in reality agreeing to their protection. They made other plans. The trade-off made a huge impact and I lost it all.
I had an arrest warrant and order to keep my distance from the public office serving time in public cleaning the very same streets prosecution is walking and dropping their snot nose droppings.
"You stinking Lithuanian aubergine root will never stop this Georgian dick." I rubbed my hand on my crotch and moved my zip up and down. The mediation judge was not happy in Pintines 5AA building with a twisted window.
"How are you doing Mr Birka? I hope your flight from Georgia was great. I am happy to have you."
"I am here to announce the decision in your case." The dumb decision maker spoke in executive chair.
"Thank you. I had a great watermelon."
"Let's talk about money Mr Birka."
"You lost your case in favour of the law our constitution holds in justice." I hated them.
"I send you my powder business cash in stocks I buy from in a form of business." I
whispered in the prosecutor's ear.
"Thank you Mr prosecutor X for the advanced information ahead. I am very pleased to investigate the evidence." My Georgian pride and cock just dropped witnessing the chief justice prosecutor selling me.
"I am happy to hear it." I threw saliva off my mouth on papers held on their table.
"You additional are barred from public buildings for next two years only in case of emergency. We will transfer your case to the public correctional office. They will judge your character and decide about you." Therefore I signed a contract with the devil.
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Her security firm between the prosecutor's Maxima silky panties. Her seduction out of my money, made me powerless.
Maxima's visit to our hotel room astonished us. They did it to see us well once they robbed us.
In silky panties prosecutor Maxima sniffed two times on her nose. I was able to see her full chest bra past her business suit.
"I smell corruption here." Her arm places on my crotch looking in my Thai wife's eyes as she licks her lips.
The womanhood of Maxima prosecution did visit me in a back stockings wearing a dark business suit offered to lick her watermelon or bad luck. When the profits expand.
I learned I lost my cash and they called me in for questioning and the deal maker left for vacation in Cuba. Have his near friend's wedding to see.
The case was decided and closed to rest.
I did invest in Lithuanian IT services and social services for an American Meta company but failed miserably to see big American communism investors meet his end in Vilnius.
Mr Gingerbread businessman met his end when his business failed. I knew he would never forgive me.
I made a deal with an American company to launder my cocaine cash for double investment but I became a drug mule myself off the cliff.
I, Birka from Georgia, eventually hit my Thai wife across her face, slashing my wedding ring on her. She left me.
I spread prosecutor Maxima stockings letting my Thai wife watch and filled her off moon love full of pure Georgia seed to leave my footprint in life.
I, Georgian Birka now wearing suicide vest eventually detonated an explosion in the General Prosecutor's building with twisted windows.
It was a tale of serial killers and sexually ill prosecutors steal Georgian money and enjoy sex with his sexual mosachist wife for providing fake protection financial haven.
The fake security sense.
They made me in suicidal maniac to kill sadists in prosecution office. A fake security firms a volatile ways of the public office.
When I heard church bells ring and I walked with highwire C4 explosives on my chest.
I hope they will find a crater from me!