Secret Plan Inn

My dreams are to fill my first Christmas tree with the cowgum full of apples. "Super Narak." My eyes shine.

The dream was to taste a pour of cow gum in my mouth. It would keep me young and youthful.

I had a mission with every foreigner. I would raise the sales.

The love machine. Our Toto Love Motel Inn.

I had Vivi Ra and Laura Turner to have part time students to earn their living.

We had no mercy to spread their wings. Sex sells and we sold it.

Mrs Maxima Seksyte honey was the best taste.

She was a new recruit from Vilnius.

Her temptation to travel and experience life abroad, get blond hair. Her long legs. Seksyte looks did sell.

Her innocence and air head character. Made customers feel at ease and innocent to pay her.

We took 60% of her pay and the rest of the cash we left in her hands.

Her politics studies allowed her to tape her with VIP customers to give a head start.

Her career plans had no mercy.

It was her. Our beloved employee who made your eyes shine.

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Pang Yo Water story continues in Thailand between European and Asian continents.

I had my mother pass away and I was free of burdens to pay for her treatment.

The United Kingdom was calling me.

I found a full time job in a fishmonger's market near Southampton.

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Each bedroom design had a crest of each theme temptation.

The treasure next to each comfortable mattress bed, the condoms and sweets.

An ashtray with a full packet of cigarettes in tht golden box.

We sold greenhouse grown cannabis. They were feeling free to smoke in a joint glass garden or they took home with them.

Our revenues had a huge impact on being married to myself. I earned 180000 pounds post taxes Sin Sold to myself every year.

It was a joy to love everybody.

Further my memories of my visit to Georgia Bull's father.

His cocaine narco cartel.

My time gap in the story leads back to Thailand to betrayal.

It was a back story of memories leading to the return of a true Congolese man Bradley Mat and Cuban Pete.

They were my number one customers. Their hard earned cash made me more loving.

I never had a clue they were agents to infiltrate my loving Inn.

Their true intentions were to research the case about sick Queen of Netherlands sexual SORRY sect from Nation of Tulips elite recruits we were hiring.

We heard the knees about Hague Royal Palace terrorists attack and Queen found diseased.

Their mission was to fight neo feudalism and racism.

A true Congolese man Bradley Mat and Cuban Pete had an appetite for us.

They both per visit every Sunday night did share that they would feel fit to work Monday morning in a local supermarket logistics storehouse.

They had Laura Turner Friday's night.

Them each waiting outside having a blow job in a waiting room from Maxima Seksyte serving one for another to finish twisting and kissing Laura Turner.

Our models manager.

They had enough to pay for deluxe service.

Their memories of sick Queen of Netherlands Patricia Willingness and her influence to Elle's Recruits Agency, Kurva Polish sexual SODRA sect.

Her elite Estonian escort to build Toto Love Motel Inn.

Made them upset they let the steam out in our Toto Love Motel Inn.

The new heroes joined in and the return of a true Congolese man made me a true lover.

I fell for him. It was my mistake.

They had accomplices.

Nina Kalashnikov a British Irish fashion model.

Miko Sito and Sarah Reika Aika the professional assassins from Japan.

Marc Polo a Yale religious studies graduate.

Australian Tim is an aspiring journalist.

Ren Wildflower is a teacher like me but not ambitious enough to make a business out of love making.

They went to London. Them renting in 130 Chad Street near 126 Chad Street, London's Olympic Park.

It was so problematic that I found out later. My beloved Latvian stud, my beloved lover. Ban Toya was having a happy married life.

His marriage to Renato Olympics' daughter drove me crazy in jealousy.

I only wanted to have sex with him. The temptation was too strong. I had to lure him to the Toto Love motel inn.

"I had to fock his brains out." I licked my lips before I sucked on customers' strawberry flavored condom.

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Belinda Love leaves her poor Lithuanian husband and changes back to her original surname to join us in my quest of love and theories in a live battle for morning glory.

My driver is Alfonso Polo from Oxfordshire Toto Motel. He picks her up to work for me.

MyTom Power agreed to be her first customer inspecting my hotel.

Rob Dutch the sexually perversive Polish Overlord visited my love motel on holidays.

I was his escort. We could stop our escort vehicles and Alfonso Polo left for the bathroom to have his cigarette waiting.

We had a couple sharing role play on the vehicle engine hood.

They both talked, spreading our skirts apart holding their conversation ignoring us.

"Kurva be spakoinaj."

"Si si this biatch is mine I saved her from dying on Thai street corner from a mad stab of Latvian convict."

"I hope you cleaned her up?"

"Yes. I restuffed and retrained to love her in our Vietnam holidays."

"Yeh. I can see your new desperate and newly divorced housewife is great stuff."

"Si si oh I nearlyyyy… I finished." I watch how he pulls out and tosses the condom.

Me and Belinda Love kissing and not talking, only focusing our gaze, our love making to each other.

Our skirts were spread. I apologized to him before he tossed his condom and I drank from cowgum.

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I am her brother and will visit her from my new job in Frankfurt. I am a financial stock market advisor and my name is Krap Narak.

The day was happy with how she treated me in childhood theatre. I was pleased with her every time I saw her and my friends were enjoying our friendship.

The childhood passion made me pay a visit to her Toto Love Motel Inn.

Oxford is great and I felt to feel her inside. The temptation to break her legs was on for many years.

If you would like to have free sex continue reading further.

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I rented him a free room in our Toto Love Motel Inn. He is my brother. I had to prove I am fully capable of sex and I am madam in my home.

Our memories of Georgia Republic students using my father in law condoms collection are enjoyable.

We together behind a farm barn lifted my skirt one after another.

The restless youngsters had Yuri Tilsi observing me from behind. Him cheering me on and I looking back on him.

The palms of my hands crushing the wood love subjects pumping me in.

We had joy. He was the best. I left him.

I left the Georgia Republic. They had no breaks, our young University students group seeing the very afternoon love affair. Our romantic stroll and discovery.

I have a new passion.

The handmade bags. I love the cut and treatment of the leather. The Italian designs are the best.

The Florence Renaissance made my life easier.

Their designs became my subject of shopping for European top grain leather cut off the cow skin.

The edges are smooth finished. The patterns and shapes to sizes I had my Polish butlers set a whole room to keep them on display in our Toto Love Motel.

If you would like to have free sex continue reading further.

"Hello Ka brother."

"My sister." I hug my beloved brother and grab his butt check letting him know what is waiting for him.

He smiled from my hug. He knew what was awaiting further.

We met in North London airport. His flight from Bangkok was long. Our night was young.

I had plans for him all night.

The questions in my mind. How I seduce him to bed. How much do I charge him for an hour?

Is it 100 pounds per hour or 50 pounds per hour to make him think I am cheap in the morning?

Maybe I should lick his balls first or I let other customers see me first watching him on the chair before he starts the night.

How I should stroke him up for the night. The way I drop the bra letting my chest drop and my nipples pulling out him seeing them grow.

How about letting him take advantage and undress me? He felt temptation and advantage. He would seek courage all night.

How should I start? I sit on him or will he push me under?

I had a camera in my room. We could watch films in the morning and start over our relationship.

"I heard you left teaching foreign languages?"

"I am a hotel founder, owner and manager of a loving and caring environment."

"I love you more."

I planned for our hotel model manager Laura Turner to attend to him in the back of our car sitting next to me while we are driving.

I am smoking while watching them.

Her skirt slid and slid on him now sliding on him taking advantage of him.

The smoke of white cigarette I am smoking out the tinted window in our deluxe business vehicle.

"I am happy to meet you. I am Laura Turner." Her tongue moistened her lips looking him in the eyes, ignoring me.

They were meeting and greeting each other. His out of breath words crushing his fingers had no words on her cream silk business suit.

His face was hiding in her open shirt chest. "I love you."

I exhaled smoke out the window in a vehicle driving on M13.

"It is not long before we reach Oxford my friends." Our Polish driver had one look back letting us know the journey.