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We can see further about President of USA Dr Bio Bider and President of China President Communist Xi love affair while sexcase and King of England HM Andrew Sex is masturbating enjoying the view. 

President Bider rushes his old tired hands along President Xi. 

"I love your red communist top. We are amazed about it in a whitehouse public bathroom. It is where I made my first jill jizz." 

"I am here for my communism." He presses his grey hair to lower him to his knees he pulls his trousers button aside and asks for a clinical office job. 

"You should be a sterile old man." 

"I had more than that from Rockafellas to be a President." 

"Now you have it like all Americans could pay their rents." 

"You wait, I take my mouth pieces." 

"It is great to see you can have oval suction." 

"You keep going like in my rose gardens." Our sex case King of England was stroking his sloppy lump of meat finding it difficult to have it up. 

How two men are enjoying themselves. "I made it watching my two sons through a tube because my wife was busy having a trust of a doggy style from a gangster from Scotland." 

We discovered the future monarchy of England. 

His lips started to suck communism and it was great. It was future politics binding. 

When David Bleckmann took his revenge on Alice Davines from Lithuania raping like a not honest Lithuanian employee covering for federal police a broken condom and in gentle motion repaying the Republic of Lithuania Police Department his Dutch debt in Amsterdam Netherlands. 

He had her butt fucked in Japanese love knot legs tied to her arms enjoying gentle electronic beat. 

It was like a dream and music to our ears. Our dear muse. Our dear Bleckmann. 

President Bider spat on the floor a yellow snot. When he spoke those words. 

"How did you hear it?" President Communist Xi made a question. 

"Xi, now you lick it off the floor." The King of England made a full sentence. 

USA President Bider cleans its lips sealing the deal. "I heard your mother from the German monarchy felt sick having children like you from the last Greek loser." 

"Ohhh, I feel it's going to have Thai yellow gold." The sex case and King of England burst in yellow blood to let others know he was done.

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I noticed she had dropped the honorifics. Ina had her claw out to destroy me but I wasn't in the mood for the bands. The girl seemed naive and had fallen for the wrong person.

"You don't even care about her. I've seen it in your expression." I raised my brows at her words. She certainly seemed perceptive if she had caught on that. I smiled at her and tapped her gently. 

"It's that man you're after." She pushed me away. I can't tell which person she was referring to. 

It had to be the Republic of Lithuania President Dr Drantakis since we spent lots of time together. I make a mental note to make our meetings more discrete. Grazi Ina was proving to be a thorn at this point and a pained lover can do just about anything for revenge. 

"I'm sorry Ina." I informed her just before leaving.

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In order to stay in business I had learnt a few things along the lines. The importance of supply and demand. I had created a great demand for the motel and somehow with the elections coming I had a wide range of customers than usual. 

"Procurement or Conveyor?" President Drantakis asked out of the blue. I'm staring at him in confusion wondering what he's about. 

"I think you're the conveyor here. Without you I wouldn't be sitting in this place." He said proudly. 

Penguin Drantakis Intimissimo was a grey hair hunchback of Lithuania. The middle age doctor of Lithuania sworn to communism. Who achieved the rallying cry of his elections to victory had a blow job from the Princess of Netherlands from Kingdom of Norway lakes across Kingdom of Sweden to the Republic of Lithuania boat trip in their secret scheming Holland economy wealth. 

Who had managed to emerge as the victor in the elections. It wasn't much of a surprise to me but it felt good to see my hard work pay off. 

He thought to himself. 

"You have a strange way with words." I told him. He doesn't respond but continues with his drink. At the far corner in the bar. Grazi was with Diana, I suspected they were in a huge argument. 

Right before Diana Litouwen. Our office secretary pulled her in for a long kiss. I can't tell if they've made up or if it was a goodbye kiss. 

Grazi Ina felt her sweet lips brought to work in White Office of the Republic of Lithuania from brothels of England to support her underage girl in council flat. 

Her studies as a fitness coach were harsh to reach her first degree. 

They both stared at each other before parting ways. I tried hard to come up with an explanation of what just happened. Grazi's love triangle was one I never did understand. It remained a mystery I could never solve but rather was given a privilege to be a spectator of.

"Varke!" Drantakis called and I turned towards him. He had a confused expression on, I must have zoned out on him while he was speaking. 

"Something caught my attention over there." I informed him. He doesn't seem satisfied with those words and just nods. 

"What were you saying?" He takes a sip from his drink and doesn't say anything at first. I found his behaviour strange. I was in no mood for this tantrum so I ignored him. Joining in the drinking session and gulping the contents of my glass. The bartender noticed my cup empty and I signal for another drink. 

"Now we are off duty bars. There's something I'd like to tell you." I don't turn to look at him, instead I'm concentrating on the bartender. 

I was ready to be his barely naked near Grolschh canister to see him me sit on both steel cans lifting my skirt to earn his quick manner.

He's different from the last person, there was no theatrics to his mix and I was getting bored. When he was done he slid the cup to me with a smile. 

I picked it up and inhaled the contents, there was a fruity smell and something else I wasn't familiar with.

"I love you Varke." I almost got a whiplash from how fast I turned to him. There were a thousand things I expected him to say but this wasn't one. 

I knew I was from the Philippines. I was a seventh child from a drug smuggler mother and loser father whose dirty brother police dealings with the Philippines law force made him sell his house in Lithuania and marry my mother after her failed love life. 

She sat in Thai prison and had six children from different losers from Thai and Philippines Yakuza families. 

My father inherited a banana plantation to grow cocaine but local gangsters broke his feet and made my mother to have sex with village children to see my brothers and sisters to watch it to let our house guard. 

Our beloved German Shepherd to finish in her. My father held me in my hands because his brother was a police officer.

I am now working a slight whore in the Republic of Lithuania Parliament office hanging coats to earn this government career. 

It was my father's career to work as an undercover agent for the Republic of Lithuania Conservative Office to spy on Rotterdam gangsters shipping docks and logistics moving freight and seeing prostitutes and using cocaine to have them jailed in Rotterdam.

His name was Simonas Petrevicius and he was from Lithuania. My mother was from the Philippines.

Her life in Thai prison was saved because she was a prostitute and a perfect smuggler but her career as a prostitute in University of Manila. 

The money my father made in the Republic of Lithuania selling Rotterdam smugglers to prison working in warehouses every time he returned with a bleeding nose. 

He sold information in Lithuania to Europol through his brother earning cash in the Republic of Lithuania and local mafia passing envelopes of savings to his single mother. 

My father. 

Simonas Petrevicius was a real Traitor and an asshole to lie that my six brothers died and make illegal documents to bring me to the Kingdom of Netherlands.

My mother kept her body in the Rotterdam harbour to continue Netherlands mafia surveillance and earn me a privileged job in the Republic of Lithuania Parliament. 

Her sex sales were the best to trick dumb Rotterdam Hollanders. I thought to myself zipping this Grolschh looking bartender right in the eyes before I led myself with him to a backroom to see these two steel barrels. 

"That poor bartender, it was great." I licked my lips seeing him in the eyes seeing my dark between leaking white and red juicy love details my mother made me from. 

"Thank you Madam. It is a pleasure serving the Republic of Lithuania Varke Petrevicius or whatever your dear Parliament name as it was I slapped. " We both laughed from the joy we met this way. 

I had a soft foreign husky butt to sit on him. He admired that we both lit a cigarette. I felt love to kiss his moustache. 

The erotica was bartender exotics. My traitor's mother's butt I was ready to sell. 

What a slut? Belinda Petrevicius. My mother. 

"I earned it."