Arturas Grubliauskas

They had me inside. It was my Georgia Republic stallion who made me do it.

The memories of Georgia Republic village celebrating me serving on sushi bites my family enjoyed in the Tbilisi Mountains.

My father in law, the narcotics baron, was pleased. It was encouragement to open my hotelier business. The dream to further me.

I am now an Oxfordshire landlady owning an international hotelier business convention in an abandoned farm barn serving world leaders and introducing the apple file.

We have high hopes everything goes well and they will enjoy it. 

It was making me think while moving behind the curtains entertaining our guests. 

The President Dratankis Penguin Intimissimo is hoping to have me next. We would not stop enjoying the King of England Andrew Sex sharing my love juice in threeshome behind a red curtain. 

We can watch and enjoy bodies moving behind the curtains and the silent moaning filling the silence of joy.

The Love Motel Convention thanks to Laura Turner our dreams came true in our Exiled Roses Elle's Recruits Agency to obtain foreign investment. She is our agency manager. We run a great modelling business in England.

I want my Ban Toya back and now more money. My purity shall be complete.

Thank you the word for turning me in a great businesswomen at Udon Thani University! 

I loved how I opened my mouth. "Farang you come in my mouth." My mind spoke in silence about how I sucked up President Dratankis Penguin Intimissimo tip to lure his attention and family juice in holding my strong grip on his jews. 

I was stroking him watching how the King of England is stroking next to us. He was attending his Royal duties in my business school.

We held an important meeting teaching how to hold a business. I am an English teacher and I love you all! 

I knew 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 his father. The King. Is taking his wife from behind pulling her arms bent lifted her blue skirt bought in Scotland. 

It was the story I was hoping to tell about my Toto Love Inn.

The words we binded in convention will be spoken later. I completed my story of strategic planning. Laura Turner had prepared for Diana Litouwen and Vivi Ra for us to enjoy the ballroom. 

When the King of England was holding one knee on their newborn child's neck; 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. 

I forgot to say it was before the convention. My mind slipped like many dicks. 

^.^

It was before I started sucking Dratankis Penguin Intimissimo and officially opened my love convention.

The pulsing huge piece of sweet in my mouth made me think I made the right career choice. It was a joy of decision. 

But my father in law was Arturas Grubliauskas. The stepfather of Yuri Tilsi. He is a special predator and a very important guest in my memory.

I will tell you later. How I wrote in my memoir. It was a table full of fresh sea market goods covering my body. The water running on my skin makes my nipples erect.

The joy in their eyes eating off me.

I will let you know once I complete the Oxford Ballroom night. It was a charity meeting to find capable donors to fuel my desires. 

^.^

The King of England lured me and my wife. I went with my newborn to a love convention for her to place the blade on my neck and watch. How I remember my father. He told me to pay for the food no matter the cost. 

It was her words she licked her lips holding blade on my neck. 

Now he is taking my wife from behind pulling her arms bent and lifting her blue skirt.

His huge piece selling his family in her backside ramming her back gates. It was a pleasure to learn the power to see the King of England. 

"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?" 

"No it was Andrew." My eyes shed a tear. 

"You do not worry I placed a proper heir to the throne in." My father and King spoke.

He fixes his tie walking. The claws, his fingertips in her black silk funeral dress. 

She let goes of the blade. "I am ready to start this convention." She smiles and walks with him. "I set discipline in the Duchy that was long out of my control." 

"I know I am ready to open the convention." I overheard both of us sobbing and holding a dead baby together in our arms.

^.^

The sounds before carols sifted through the atmosphere. 

Making us wait for the harmonious melody worthy of the theatre but still, the streets get to enjoy it. 

The sound never did get into Renato's mansion. Yes it never reached him. 

We were deciding on a Russian Federation sponsored venue name.

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

Vivi Ra and Diana Litouwen. We were planning a special Christmas edition. 

I brought Olympo in because of a huge body built to relax my tired arms in huge rings over black nails. I was playing with his skin.

It was a dance practice with me holding on to his suit trousers rubbing my finger past his balls. 

I looked in a dance hall and smiled at our private guests. It was our hope to lure them to my convention to sign deals. 

The pearl necklace was on my cotton dress. I was not wearing a single piece of underwear ready to show business Xi Communist.

I was ready to suck Mr Olympo up to make Communist hungry. The dream, hoping to have both talking I could make them both feel guilty. 

We continue to move my hips to the rhythm of the soft music playing in the background. 

Oxford was great.

It was late to make a business deal to have one more investor lured in my convention. 

Drawing my hands through the valley of my breast with my eyes fixed on no one in particular. 

We moved to a symphony. The trick I had my eyes on just who I desired. He was my key in the event to have Ban Toya and my business flourish. It made my core clench in anticipation, and I took deep breaths to calm myself.

Xi was unfazed; him dancing with Ling. His wife. I knew by her looks at least I feel lucky enough to speak few words about my business convention flourishing him in the bathroom. 

He maintained a strong front. The others watched him, waiting to hear from him. 

The queue was long. Xi had hotels spanned across all continents, with representatives overseeing the affairs. I saw him first. 

I was privy with his business sphere and plans for supply and demand in his vision. I am looking up to him. The piece he had was not reckoned with. 

I was lucky to get close to the ballroom venue because Laura Turner had a child from the Prince of England. The bastard child she was hiding. She was our Manager. I was her madam. 

It is our book of hope. 

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. 

We danced. 

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

It was enough distraction to the men around. 

I was in the hands of Donald Fantasy. 

They 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. When I finished wit Xi Communist in the bathroom. I had Donald Fantasy walk in to follow the red carpet Dr Bider, the Andree Sex finished the final my monthly shampoos. 

I cleard up and powder my face to see fit on dance floor. 

Nina Kalashnikov was in for it. 

"No, we are balancing things out at the moment. I'm planning to create a heavy demand within the area." I spoke businesswith Donald Fantasy. I placed in envelope with invitation to the love convention.

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. 

It was his thirst before the convention. 

She was from the motel, just like I was too. He kisses her deeply as if his life depends on it. 

The true King of England. 

It was Diana Litouwen he picked to have her bent over in the gentlemen's room. He could let the seed out and order her to live in silence; he had his power in her.

It was our business binding to make love contracts. 

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All I did was stare while I danced, his eyes found mine, and I never backed down. Instead, I rubbed my legs and breasts with a sultry smile. 

I moved over to Dr Bider and Donald Fantasy; they were second in command. 

The love of three men surrounded me and let our Madam Pan Narak sit on the table to rest her legs. 

The 45th and 46th Presidents in the United States of America.

Dr Bider was playing a game, and I knew how to turn the tables in my favour. 

He fiercely grinds against me; I can feel his member harde. I slowly move my hips. His hands directly still; my eyes never leave Mr Fantasy. 

It was our ballroom dance night. I could talk them in to talk further with me. The night after, the young prince mourned his loss. 

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. 

But it was no lingerie but a thin cloth dress to cover my hard nipples in the ballroom craving for love.

It was a dress code for our Madam Pan Narak to set. She could have money and Ban Toya.

It makes me moan in anticipation; they guide me out of the hall. He never lets go of my hips while I smile, and the frustration visible on Xi Communist's face.

It was Agne Angelholm. The professional lobbyist observing their traits of personality serving a cold champagne. 

Her eye blinked letting me know she has her eyes on the job.