The Meeting

The Kingdom of the Netherlands princess decided from sucking the Eastern European president got infected with a dirty sex virus and from her beloved and bewildered profession finally betrayed her father and swapped her passport from Kingdom of Netherlands to the Republic of Lithuania.

"It is only because I am Dutch whore and good at selling women's underwear I swapped my passports sucking out this grey President of Lithuania for him to win elections and for my father to be rich." 

I spoke with my sister, the second Princess riding Eastern European in Utrecht; she drugged him and kidnapped from Ossendrecht. 

"Maybe you will change your name like me after this safari adventure?" 

Eastern European logistics company driver slaps her tit. When the second splash hits she moans on her phone, eyes closed riding him. 

She eyed and felt his spirit on the train. 

Now he is speaking. "Lekker, it's Dutch delicious. I had vocational training from work to settle with you and work." He seems happy underneath while she settles her family phone call. 

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Kingdom of Thailand princess sucks US 46th Dr Bio Bider dick to watch King of England HM Andrew Sex fill US 46th first lady Jill Bider full of jizz they would like it out with compassion and passion of love to worship Jokubo or so called Jacob Witness worshiping ordin or religion. 

"Uhhh yes sister, your report is great. I would like to imagine how magical is awkward of Thai monarchy." 

The princess arches in the Eastern European. "I am ok I am ok, I just had muscle cramps watching TV and thinking about the princess of Thailand gone wrong but you are a great sister bringing food home." 

The hand slaps ass to start the engine once more. "I hope she kept video records to bring back home." The Eastern European boyfriend of the second Princess of the Netherlands Kingdom grabbed her but cheeks to start shutting her up. 

Our Popi Dregna Zalupa and Pink Cardinal Dreghorn Fockawell blessed them within their black cloaks near black bible prayers. 

They were hoping to gain control of the Kingdom of Netherlands but it was no luck with this greed of Eastern European underneath the princess. 

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"My dear hubby president, you remember how in our whitehouse public bathroom the King of England filled my heart content full of custard like I would be filthy Irish made servant found stealing in the kitchen." 

"Yes it was great to feel the 47th President of the United States once more filthy Irish. Maybe I should play American and write on a whitehouse public bathroom bar, no dogs, no blacks and no dirty feet Irish." 

"I would be the whore Irish wife they took to fock inside while you were waiting outside your own place my dear 46th President of the United States." 

"Yes. They will baptise you in my oval office while I am waiting outside." 

"You should be careful dear President Dr Bider. Our King of England might feel greedy and have you in with the princess of Thailand luring you in with the blow job and make you watch how he throws yellow custard on my ass check and let you know he is still hard butter your butt up and make me watch with princess of Thailand how strong he is." 

"I would beg him to make princes of Thailand to make her pregnant with yellow tard." 

They both laugh in tea party drinking in whitehouse hall watching Churchill skull casted sculpture like their symbol of future of America families social and privacy laws they were planning to set in controlled state relationship to stabilise government control post coronavirus. 

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"Penguin, it can't work between us." I tell him straight up. He looks heartbroken but he masks it off quickly. I watch him drink up quickly and get on his feet.

"Shit, I have a press conference in about thirty minutes." He rushes out quickly. I watch him dash out of the tavern almost tripping on one of the chairs. It was a good thing that the tavern was big on privacy. Had it been elsewhere people would have whipped out a phone to make a video. I was sure this would trend and the media would have enjoyed this.

"Last time I checked his conference isn't till two hours later." A familiar voice speaks to me from behind. It was Renato and I felt my breath stop for a few seconds. He spun me around and slid his hands up my neck like a choke-hold. 

"Petalo you just broke His excellency's heart." His Italian accent was quite pronounced. He was angry and looked a bit jealous too. It must have taken him a whole lot to not act on this. I had a feeling I was going to be a victim to these emotions. 

He was the Republic of Lithuania pig fixing illegal government deals. Our true friend from the Republic of Lithuania. Our Renato Olympo. The true carpenter of London Big neofaschist of London Motorcycle Gang and Club President. 

"Did I know?" I acted oblivious. The whole time I knew Renato was the owner of the tavern. I had carefully seemed him out with the frequent meetings. He knew that too and it was something we decided not to discuss about. I knew about his wife's death, although I wasn't so sure of what led to it. The information was heavily guarded and those probing it had sworn silence. 

He is now married to another hairdresser. Her name was Ligita Stratford and felt passion cheating on him with her Italian clients while he was busy with his Thai and Latvian whores. 

Our true Latvian hero Ban Toya said once. "Bljat brother Renato Olympo. I am focking your daughter. I bought Spanish from the debt you left. When I made her clean house after good shopping and sex while I grabbed a proper Latvian beer with bare ass. When I felt real love for cheating Thai whore you focked in your tenant's bedroom I had her on the washing machine wearing your wife's dressing gown. We can now have proper Latvian beer." 

He was a man like from the gangster movie I learned from my diplomacy ambassador in Baker Street of the Republic of Lithuania. 

"Darling I have a place up on the rooftop I want to show you." He doesn't even wait for me to agree to his words. Renato pulls my hands and guides me to the stairs. I follow him quietly while trying to calm my racing nerves. Only him had this great effect on me.

"I heard you were taking courses one time. How were your studies?" He attempted small talks while we climbed up.

Her studies, I laughed internally at this thought. I had been forced to take up an economics course to understand how to properly run the business. Laura, who had previously managed the motel, had disappeared with my funds. She was still in hiding but I knew I was going to catch up on her sooner or later.