To Krakow

He never knew the true nature of Elle's recruits were to run underground SODRA network to supply supplementary sex slaves in a form of women spies to Netherlands Kingdom.

Cuban Pete's jaw dropped for many years before me.

He learned the true nature of the Polish "Durak Game" involving their wives and daughters on sale to fill the Queen of Netherlands love nest if she could spread her honey trap.

He said to me he will take care of the games they play in Netherlands Parliament about SODRA prostitution but before then I had my memory back.

How we met and learned about each other.

We had a visit from another polish logistics company supplying Dutch supermarkets and they were violent racists swearing in Polish.

When Cuban Pete step in to fight racism and discrimination living and working a lot longer than me in a land of tulips.

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"Do you know Dutch prostitution sex ring SODRA and Royal Family Household Havana Syndrome weapon?"

Cuban Pete sitting with swollen fingers covered in blood holding his drink and cigarette looking forward to the way he kicked racism out.

He was chilling his feet in the cold water after he twisted his dancing shoes and kicked polish men in the face.

Cuban Pete was happy.

"I am not sure I know about their links. I work in logistics and we had a wild fight of our night kicking and punching racism of sickness out of polish men asking them to leave."

The Manservantvillie holiday park was peaceful as ever like it was ok to relax.

"You were lucky I was cycling past to pick up a few items I stored in the attic. I saw those fools hoping to play you and Miss Daisy. Those drunk polish villains should be dead or in prison."

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"You shower well. I wait for you to smile in bed."

I walked in to say Miss Daisy to be ready for sleep and we work tomorrow.

"I want my hard throbbing love to pass your love pin arc hard and spread in juicy love, let our love arcs join. I take out to see your soft stretch to close letting our future out."

She walks in, out of shower wearing nothing but a towel for me to pull it off and have her one hand pull closer to my hero.

Me wearing nothing but a spandex suit sat close to my lover.

"I feel great touch checking you are ready to join in our journey through life."

Her voice let her vocal chords out, feeling my vocal point pointing out below her in blood pressure raising her temperature.

Knowing and feeling me below her she bends her knees steps over me closer to see the tip in let's go off her towel completely.

The naked body unfolds before my eyes does measure inches of her precious body exploring unseen territories every time I see it.

Miss Daisy completes her love journey with me to sleep in a cowgirl position squeezing her hips with tighter around me kneeling before my glory.

"The kiss of you, your mouth, your chest tighter in my mouth, the breath of us together."

"I say thank you."

We both covered in a damp sweat did acknowledge each other to sleep.

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The very next day we left early cycling and I, being a tour guide, showed our Cuban Pete the way around Maarssen to Utrecht.

We had a great morning in a park picnic sitting in the garden park near the observatory gallery gardens seeing young couples taking their time on the date.

I enjoyed last night and the morning free before I went to work.

My recap from six months of employment in Elle's Recruits B.V Netherlands company, including previous employee Cuban Pete who left his job and told me they are extortionists to run from.

He tells me the whole story parallel in action to mine and our life spans intertwining learning about Polish to be Sex Orgy Disgrace Racism Anarchism to be SODRA organisation supplying sex meat to the Hitler's Queen of Netherlands Royal Family.

The Cuban Pete's story.

My dreams were like a women's prison.

I felt wrong and knew the evil Polish Overlord henchmen were well skilled to make lies and diversions to assist the Polish Empire of Evil to prosper however SODRA sexual sect were made to make good amounts of szloty.

Damien News the blond kid from Poland spoke on the phone with his friends from Poland he did order cannabis from Utrecht Hot Pot Dealer store.

He was ready for home delivery and hoping to set loose smoking drugs, drinking beer and looking for free women while he waits speaking on social media with his friends in Poland.

"Ok big boss you call me when you are ready."

He made a one joke to me when I left with my gym bag.

"I think you look great in a gym taking up the end of the weekend well."

I did say thanks hoping he will choke on his drugs, alcohol and loose women.

"You are a great man."

Bradley looks closer to me leaning for sunshine hoping to see the sky. He opens a refreshing drink letting steam out.

"I am living in the Netherlands Kingdom, Maarssen, the Dutch hell."

I did allow him to continue the part of his story.

The housemaster was the same fat Polish alcoholic who drank every day to sleep.

Bradley did agree with me about Agniezska and Damien. He did observe it right and I visited him at a good time to save them.

Her red nose told everything about herself. I was wrong to believe the country of tulips, was a drug whores and prostitutes kingdom.

It was a temple of hell.

The narcostate it was the name of the Netherlands Empire Queen did take me in; she could use me chewing and spitting me out.

I knew the truth.

It was no place for religion the King of Netherlands discarded as a crime nor his wagon from earned slavery was merely his vagina chariot to Royal duties of his whores housemaster.

When I moved next door to a house full of Polish people, they spiked my drinking water with narcotics.

They did laugh and like I spoke with Bradley Mat nothing changed in their welcome to the Netherlands.

When learning from Brad about his sexual experiences how he was able to observe a married woman from Vilnius to an office worker was displaying sex genitalia in online cameras.

I was browsing porn sites hoping to see a record of it but I was unable to find it.

I submitted to watching Maxima Seksyte play her fingers under the desk, letting her married finger wild in spoiling juices.

"She had her daughter walk in and husband but she said she was and did not discontinue a hidden camera peepshow letting her married finger soiled."

It was then I understood the joy and love the way Bradley spoke about her videos.

"I knew the Netherlands had sexy lips when a blond Polish teenager raised my black staff near the drawing bridge behind my bush with her. "

Bradley told me and I never let him know it was the same love we shared we were lucky in.

"I was holding her small blond haircut when I burst."

Yes I said I knew.

"The white cream was pouring out her mouth."

I can imagine it when I spoke about it with him.

Read carefully if you want to have sex for free.

"You met her online and she is in your sex friends call logbooks."

He told me but I refused to contact her mobile phone near Park Vechtenstein.

"I added to her contacts to gain access to her friends, friends and families."

I did have him lose the gun in my mind.

"When the sperm filled her lips it was amazing to know."

I remember a late night in a park near Bradley's success.

The river I had two cans of a proper brew when the main heroine of his story did appear.

The polish late-night jogger or per day love sucker.

She decided to sit near me in slim fit clothing,

Her rub of her arm on my knee turns me on watching her watching me, looking me in the eyes, kissing me and listening to the wave's of her hand lifting me up.

She set her climate control bra loose to let me see loose my climax.

We did talk further with Bradley about it and our minds in imagination let us loose to further our minds.

I had a cycling accident hit the back of her bike back from office work I told Bradley.

"I want you to let me in on my staff because I am ready to make love with you again. I will never refuse you."

The office work lover told me she stopped near me on her cycle.

"I want you to look down and to do it in an empty building."

We look below the hill.

I helped her back and front forcing her stockings apart feeling autumn Dutch breeze out our breath.

I let butter slide through her tired and well loved love nest.

We left home well and tired, whipping our sweat in the lake near an abandoned building before her husband returned and she was cooking dinner all with a smile on her face.

"She did not complain, I made her leggings break then."

Bradley did tell me a story parallel.

I only nodded my head encouraging his story to continue his journey letting him know mine.

"It was a juicy pumpkin to spread the seeds."

I did listen to him.