Olympo House

The King of England lured his son's wife and son with his newborn in my love convention for me to place the blade on his son's neck and watch how his father. The King. Is taking his wife from behind pulling her arms bent lifted her blue skirt bought in Scotland. 

The King of England was holding one knee on their newborn child's neck and next in line to the throne baby's neck, strangling it until he finished her. The Princess. 

"You see I am still hard." He pulls the juices out over his pulsing tip. The King kicks the dead baby. "Here you can take this tosser. Whatever you call it. Is it Charles?" 

He fixes his tie walking in the claws, his fingertips in my black silk funeral dress. "I am ready to start this convention." I smile and walk with him. 

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The sound of carols sifted through the atmosphere. A harmonious melody worthy of the theater but still, the streets get to enjoy it. The sound never did get into Renato's mansion. I decided Russian Federation sponsored venue name.

It was my first convention I planned with Laura Turner and her two personal assistants.

Vivi Ra and Diana Litouwen.

Within was a dire contrast to the Christmas spirit. A power tousle brewed among the brothers while they planned on ways to fill their pockets. 

It was a special Christmas edition. 

"The plans for Shanghai have a lot of loopholes," Xi states, pulling out a stack of paper from his briefcase. I watch him steadily, trying to figure him out. Everyone on the table was measured by the value they brought. You can tell from the look they give each other. 

"Hmm," Renato responds. I continue to move my hips to the rhythm of the soft music playing in the background. Drawing my hands through the valley of my breast with my eyes fixed on no one in particular. It was the trick to be desirable by all but giving heed to none. I had my eyes on just who I desired, Renato.

He was my key in the event to have Ban Toya and my business flourish.

"Are you saying I might lose the money I've fucking buried in that place?" Renato's voice held anger that made my pants wet. It made my core clench in anticipation, and I took deep breaths to calm myself.

Xi was unfazed; he maintained a strong front. The others watched him, waiting to hear from him. I suspected he was in charge of the recent investment. Xi had hotels spanned across all continents, with representatives overseeing the affairs. He has strategic plans for supply and demand within his business sphere. His vision for his chain of hotels was one to reckon with. I was privy to this information because I was lucky to get close. 

The rhythm increased in tempo, and I noticed a shift. I caught the whiff of desire in the air and upped my game. Strutting back and forth, making sure my hip swayed steadily. 

"I love you." My lips whispered my cherry lipstick. The prisoner's love young girls. 

It was enough distraction to the men around. I watched the ladies at the table eye their prospective partners. Nina Kalashnikov wasn't even attempting to hide hers. She had her eyes fixated on Xi as well. 

"No, we are balancing things out at the moment. I'm planning to create a heavy demand within the area." Xi responds. He doesn't sound confident, but I was sure he would find his way around it. 

"Good." 

Andrew Sex pulls a random girl from the lot and presses his lips against hers. She was from the motel, just like I was too. He kisses her deeply as if his life depends on it. All I did was stare while I danced, his eyes found mine, and I never backed down. Instead, I rubbed my pussy and boobs with a sultry smile on. I moved over to DR Bider and Donald Fantasy; they were second in command. 

Dr Bider was playing a game, and I knew how to turn the tables in my favor. He fiercely grinds against me; I can feel his member harden slowly. I move my hips according to his hands directly still; my eyes never leave Fantasy. 

My dance partner bites the nape of my neck hard, and I take in a deep breath. He pinches my nipple peeking from the lace lingerie I had on. It makes me moan in anticipation; he guides me out of the meeting room. He never lets go of my hips while I smile, and the frustration visible on Xi Communist's face.

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The room he led me into was spacious with great lighting. I trailed my hands along the walls enjoying the smooth surface. Far off at the corner was a Chesterfield sofa; it looked out of place. 

"I have sex with you here." I started to give commands in my farm barn blind tent to hear others enjoying our convention.

I could only guess that someone was sharing the room with him. He pulls me suddenly, making me ram my head into his chest. I felt his hardness against me, and then he took my mouth.

I never experienced Chinese in Thailand Kingdom.

I was Pan Narak and it was my convention of love motel hotelier chain the "The Sin Sod Motel" I loved. It was at least my name.

He poured everything into the kiss; his desire and wild nature seeped through. I matched his urgency, taking in as much as he offered. He guides me towards the bed and flips me over. My ass was directly in front of him, and he lightly slapped it. I pull away from his hold and push him to the bed with my index finger. Deciding to spice things up with a show, I peeled the thong off my body while he watched me. 

"I am venue Madam here in Oxfordshire." I hum a tune and decide to give him a private show. I was swaying my body to the rhythm I had created. 

It was behind blind our Vivi Ra like a snake holding on spreading its venom, our Vivir Ra with Dr Bio Bider. The United States of America delegates team one was pleased.

My Diana Litouwen was lifting up with her jaw team two delegate Donald Fantasy. He was a little older and it needed more attention. 

We needed our sponsors. The Toto Love Motel Inn had to flourish and we were willing to accommodate them. 

"Ahhhh." It was silent. I moaned in synchronised movements as we moved. The silk view through curtains in a light light waved the love waves.

I took my time with the only piece of clothing I had on. 

He was getting harder, and the bulge on his pants was visible. I continue with my movements and finally toss the thong aside.

"Cara mia," he whispers in a rusty Mandarin accent. I smile because I know he is finally putty in my hands. It was exactly where I wanted him to be.

I'm dragged towards him and he turns me over once again. He arches my hip higher to gain better entrance. I hear him unbuckle his belt and drop his pants. Next the sound of a condom being strapped on followed right before he drove into me. I moaned to stroke his ego and pushed towards him. He takes it as a good sign and rams in and out of me way too many times than I could count. I feared the condom might tear at some point. Then the curtain opened.

It was Dratankis Penguin Intimissimo; he had an air of masculinity that I found desirable. He is a special predator and a very important guest.

Our Vivi Ra, Diana Litouwen, Laura Turner, Egle Grybauskaite and Andre Kaliningrad, were his seasoned sex managers. Their planning with heavy Russian account investments opened many international branches. The Hotelier strategic supply and demand chain business plan vision we loved for. 

Agne Angelholm a sex goddess and diplomat, a woman to lure you around the finger for her lobbying skills. 

He stares at us, going at it for a few seconds before shutting the curtain behind him. I hear his footsteps toward us while I try to keep up with my partner's rhythm. The urgency of his strokes increased with each step I took. I could hear him grunt as he drove in and out of me. 

Dratankis Intimissimo was stroking seeing our figures in the dark but it took not long.

Miss Angelholm took him by his hand and wrapped her arm around him. "You watch them as I lobby you." Her fingertips squeezed his hands and increased pressures stroking him. 

They matched their breathless breath. Watching me, Pan Varske. Their Madam of Toto Love Motel convention. 

"Ahh! The Dratankis Intimissimo arrives." I manage to say between pants. He doesn't respond but instead stands directly across from me. He walks in with Agne Angelholm.

Our Dratankis Penguin Intimissimo knew what he wanted, but I feigned ignorance instead. He tugged his pants down and pushed my head against his stiff rod. It was beautiful, with a curve just right at the top.

"Yes." Xi Communist spoke.

My mouth covered it long before I could think. I licked the tip slowly while being rammed from behind by the other brother. 

"Suck," he demands, spreading his legs wider for me. Our Xi Communist. 

Agne Angelholm held my ponytail for me while lobbying him.