Laura Turner Models

The memories I had writing in my memoirs I wrote clinching on my first sweet sixteen panties the father took from me. It was a red rose garden I rode on him in his palms my mother left to buy us a birthday cake.

It was. The Love Convention the Russian Federation sponsored. 

It was Chad street near London Olympic Park. 

I was giving my Christmas presents earlier to two former professional soldiers from the Republic of Lithuania. 

They needed fun. I needed Sandhurst Officers military hotel master key access to see army general's while their wives, sons and daughters would enjoy full English breakfast downstairs. 

They stayed in Marble Arch. It was my plan I remember. 

It was like my Elle's Recruits Agency manager told me. I should lobby myself for my models. 

I took films of my Sandhurst mannequins. 

It was just fitting, I was getting myself a gift in the arms of these brothers. I was certain they would come in handy sometime to me. All I needed to do was to have them on my side.

"Have you had any fun for a long time?" I made my words clear. 

The time I slide my black coat off I let them smell the pheromone of my black bra breasts. The moment their eyes gaze they see my shaved bikini thinking where I had so much sunshine.

I was in the general's bedroom. 

The moment they saw Japanese cartoon tattoos on my legs. They knew I was a children's fan. I was a teacher. 

"You have loved me for a long time?" The sex teacher's vocal chords spoke, looking at my gaze. I held my fingertips on their moist hair post shower knowing their towels were lifting. I smiled at the corner of my lips. 

The black, long and sharp fingernails brushing the tips without forceful guidance I let them turn beasts. 

I had it every time thinking they are my Latvian stud Ban Toya. My power in Riga. I made him my prisoner. 

My loyal sex slave and best buyer of Love Motel Inn. He was a kitchen chef, masturbating beneath a hole in the wall next door filming through a plumber's camera.

It was a tiny cable learning my ways. "You are so good. You just don't stop here biting half of my nipple. It is three centimetres long…" He cut my words.

"I am afraid I will bite your botox off or my wife will walk in…" My black fingernails hush his lips brushing across like a sharp blade for a hate. 

"Your fellow general sent me next door. He tested the army positively and I am ready for the army." I lift one finger off his white towel. My eyes looking up and down I take my second porn star to have my lobbying for the King's sake. 

I knew the King of Thailand was no good. He let me turn like this in Sakon Nakhon. 

My father, mother and brother abused me. They made me a slut. They could hide their corruption. I loved them. 

I'm on top again and I grind hard against my partners pelvic. I hum to the carol singing with a smile on my face. It was the perfect Christmas orgy, worthy of celebrating the day.

I met three Kings in Marble Arch. You learn later about. 

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It was long ago and he was sleeping across the street with Renato Olympos' blond daughter. It was his wife he bought for a debt from a Spanish motorcycle club. 

I was able to observe a swastika in the Renato Olympo living room near a huge silver TV. I would happily later have sex with him wearing on top like a silk dress. 

But I was happy my plan was set. I made Ban Toya cheat on Renato Olympo's daughter when he repaired his bathroom. 

I knew it will not last long and he will become my sex slave when my Oxfordshire love motel will milk fifty liters a week. 

The Netherlands Kingdom cannabis farm growing technique was the key to success. 

"Thank you Renato Olympo." I made a short Thai bow on my knees like before the temple.

It was the very night I had a sweet dream when my Ban Toya returned back to me. The imagination every time I had paid sex across the street thinking about him. 

I was sleeping between two customers. They were brothers and with an attractive fifty percent discount. 

I allowed them to pay 500 pounds per night. When I was luring and lobbying Renato Olympo for his crime syndicate contacts and stealing a copy of the Sandhurst Officers Hotel master key. We would see them in a Love Motel. 

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We had a small project we called Married to Myself and it was a live TV Show to build further financial capital portfolio.

I was playing a young housekeeper when a young boy next door walks in and takes the advantage. 

The industrial script she had was planned by her new assistant. You should guess who it was? It was me, Egle Grybauskaite. 

Her new girl.

The two Lithuanian opportunists from Chad Street 126 made two appointments with her.

I tell you her story to build the picture and her vocal chords. 

Her legs spread like an arc when Martin Marciuzawa finished his cigarette outside her back garden.

Him walking behind her whipping the floor. He held two arms in his tracksuit swaying his hips to her. Marciuzawa was offering her.

Her young eyes observing like a doll through the mirror of a blond man in his forties and amateur Thailand Kingdom kickboxing champion.

His face was not a one time light in projectors above Royal Stadiums. 

He pulls his bottoms to show his tip and progress further the relationship. 

Martin Marciuzawa stole her underwear to wipe his seed off the floor and fill his pocket before he leaves. 

It was a short film I captured with a semi-professional camera on an old gold cinema screen. 

It was an American Hollywood gold and wide screen camera.

My curly black hair was in sweat and my moist black net under a black office trousers on long heels in a blue office shirt felt moist. 

Karla Marciuzawa was moistii g my breasts and groin in a black net. He was the opportunist in the family. "Hello?" 

It was her way of showing their back garden gym with no windows only on brick walls. "She walks in starting to laugh. Martin, you give my panties back in yellow roses. I will take my camera back. I let Miss Grybauskaite in a natural setting lift her tired office legs up on his summer deck." 

She slides the camera off my sweating fingertips. He takes the first kiss. "We both are from Lithuania and the very first to aim for the Berlin film festival with our Thai Manager." 

His soft voice. His Greek roman muscles sculptured body. His black hair. 

She continues to film and sell our love records for youfockmenow.th webpage we opened to promote our school of love making. 

It was Elle's Recruits Agency managers idea to open Exiled Roses film studio in our customers' homes allowing them to have free sex and enjoy porn star lifestyle. 

Karla pulls his bottoms off to show a black underwear with two nuts on the side. We start to laugh. "Wow Karla you are ready for it." 

My hands without mercy peel it off to bite his tip. 

His love tool was long to his knees. It was long enough without extreme love making at risk never to be loved. 

We sold many films to aid our Oxfordshire. But it was I who was a former communist dynasty daughter and diplomat from a wealthy family.

My name is Egle Grybauskaite and now I am in pension. I am writing this love letter to my good girlfriend in Thailand to support her statement and help her to release our biography. 

It was a diplomat prostitution and her last entertainment was a French business delegate in China. 

You might read about it later if she publishes it. 

She did well enjoying them and bidding a business deal I read on her profile before I hired in a love motel. 

I am her loyal lover and servant. I am working for her. My name is Gintautas Nauseda. My colleagues' names are Valdas Adamkus and Meiluzis Sablonas. 

We are from Poland and love Lithuania. We travelled to Asia as film operators and they enjoyed Egle Grybauskaite and she brought young village girls for us to pump with Lithuanian travel TV Show stars. 

It is our supporting statement to our deep lover and friend; Egle Grybauskaite. 

We add this hand written proof we were there and Pan Varke has our consent. We always thought it was Pan Varske, to disclose a funny detail and her real name. Miss Pan Narak, born 1990 in Sakon Nakhon Memorial Hospital. 

It is now to continue supporting statements in our autobiography. 

The Lithuanian TV channel Star TV filmed two seasons exploring the start exploring the rural Kingdom of Thailand. We enjoyed the young village girls. They filmed the Muay Thai boxing season. We enjoyed the Thai fighter's wives. 

It was our covet when we sold many copies of our Love making films, we won the Berlin film festival and our love convention was a great success.

We decided to enjoy our freedom and join a fake film crew. We would film blackmail movies about Thailand to have fun from regular lives.

It was a way for Pan Narak to say thank you back to Thailand when she nearly died. 

She was now a landlady and madame of the most successful love hotelier business in the planet reaching to large corporations and banks lobbying past the United Nations. 

It was her way. You now learned about it.