Love Story Landscape

The three blind pigs of Netherlands Kingdom King, his three daughters learning to be a whores in Oxfordshire 5* Love Motel.

I will continue to write you the truth about my love story. 

But for now. 

Their father and husband of Sick Queen of Netherlands sent his three blind pigs from Tulip Kingdom to learn to be prostitutes in the best Thai brothel in England not far from private girls school. 

They would be educated about her father's nation and culture. It was my mission to accommodate and educate them to a love school. 

The true Netherlands Kingdom. The three blind pigs of monarchy. 

The whole story continues mixing within their love affair with sex and gore memoir exchange for an autobiography book.

I made a note writing this memoir book. 

It was when in our love convention orgy the ginger King of Netherlands brushed his ginger bear on his royal robe and asked me to be pregnant from one of the monarchy. 

It was high thinking his royal waste will be nuclear strong enough because for the very first time in our Love Convention I refused protection.

My name is Pan Narak and I opened Warinya and Waree limited business registration. It was not for profit charity school. I launder dirty money and business for the King of the Netherlands in the United Kingdom. 

I signed the registration declaration with those thoughts. When I opened my business. 

"The sick Queen Maxima of the Netherlands. She loves to spread before her brothel in caring wings to see her children of the Netherlands Kingdom come to her moma."

He was the King of the Netherlands Kingdom. It was his words to guide my future in England. 

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Later that evening I decided to join Bradley at the garden. He invited me for some evening tea. I had declined at first but changed my mind later. It was important I create a bond with him, I needed him intertwined in my web. Like the many others I had in my hold, they were an avenue to what I desired the most.

Renato, my heart whispered. I slapped my cheek, annoyed at that thought. It was going to be reckless of me to pursue such a path. I needed to stir my mind back to the initial direction I was heading. 

On my way, I see Pete spying on Bradley at a corner. He watched the dark-skinned man sip his tea calmly. I could sense a vile energy coming from him, almost like he craved revenge. My eyes moved towards Bradley, who was ignorant of the threat. He was staring at sunset, enjoying the warmth that was offered. I could feel the breeze carrying the sweet smell of flowers. It was a lovely evening and I could see why he was so soaked up in the moment.

Pete doesn't make a move but continues watching him. It then occurred to me that the tea could have been poisoned. I wonder if it was his revenge plan or something else. Bradley doesn't show any sign and continues sipping his tea. I didn't want to get into this, so I returned to the room. One thing kept ringing in my mind the whole time.

What could Pete's revenge be?

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Jokubo Witness sex story, the needy and gore, the sex cases and victims of their desires. Their Great Duke of Sex from Cambridge had turned their son pale, their uncle from Cornwall was a sex addict who had a great mind for singers party in his house and their dead son from poison next door was evidence they never changed their dirty habit like they buried their filthy underwear after orgy this time in the bottom of their pit was their pale son Jokubo face eating with his dead face underwear used in the orgy. The replacement of the pit soil.

Their case was called Landsbergis Sex Case by Scotland Yard. 

I learned in one orgy to open my horizons. 

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"What were you doing with Ban Toya?" Bradley banged his palms on the table. The dishes shook and reverberated through the room. He stared at me with cold eyes, and I could see a vein at the side of his face. I keep quiet about this and allow him to vent.

"Pan, what were you doing with him." He asks again, I shove a spoon of rice into my mouth while staring at him. It riles him up and he takes to his feet. I watch him pace back and forth in annoyance. 

"You betrayed me, Pan, I thought we had something going." I stop chewing at this point and swallow. I think hard about what tactic to use, denial or sticking to a vague response. Neither might work, considering how angry Bradley seemed. I opt for something different.

"What do you mean?" I question in a soft voice. It was an attempt to calm him down; he didn't fall for it. Instead, I have brewed an inferno; he was raging at this point.

"Don't play that card with me!" He bellows, keeping his eyes directly on me. It would be a challenging feat to get out of this one. Memories of the previous day surfaced in my mind.

Ban Toya had been one sweet talker. He had met me on my way back from the garden the previous day. I knew he had the hots for me but didn't think he was worth the time. My targets were those up in the hierarchy. He joined in my walk, and I ignored him at first. But he was one persistent fellow that knew his way with words. I continued my walk in silence and kept on walking. 

We were partners and lovers now when I betrayed Ban Toya and Yuri Tilsi betrayed me. 

He was my love motel concierge and I was his madam. Me and Bradley Mat. 

"I'm not interested, Toya. You could have easily said that." Ban Toya said exactly what I had in mind. This made me stop and turn to him. 

"You know this, yet you're persistent," I respond, but he only smiles. This time he leaves me and heads in a different direction. I knew he wanted me to follow him. There was something strange about his actions and my curiosity won. I joined him and walked in the direction he was leading me.

"The Shanghai investment was a hit. I wonder how Xi managed, it looked bleeker at some point." Ban Toya disclosed. He knew I was present during the meeting but I wondered why he was informing me of this. 

"I wonder what next Renato would go for." I felt my heart skip a beat at the mention of his name. 

"Why are you telling me all this?" The information was useful to me but I wasn't one to fall for games. I had long learnt that there was always something behind every action. Ban Toya providing me with these details on a platter wasn't seating right with me.

He was building London's infrastructure. 

"I've watched you and I see you go with those with power. Plus I needed to speak with someone," he responded casually but I could decipher the hidden message. I don't respond to this and just continue walking with him. 

"You could be my therapist for the moment. I need an outlet to unload the tension within me." he continues. In other words he needed a quick booty call. I was what he wanted at the moment.

He reminded me of a child who wanted what he couldn't have. I knew the majority within the Olympo household sought me out. He wanted a taste of me to remind himself that he was one with them. I was the prize he had his eyes on and he could go to any lengths. He was a dangerous variable and I needed to have him on my side. Ban Toya was a man with self-esteem issues. I was going to use this to my full advantage.

It was so far I gathered in my notes.