Renato House

We had many sleepless nights thinking with my brother in our double room sleeping on a grain mattress.

We had a great love making in her love motel. We betrayed our landlord Renato like she told us we can enjoy her half price.

Me and my brother watched her plot a pointless marriage with Bradley Mat to seduce back Ban Toya in her loving arms.

The poor Olympo daughter never knew the honest man paid off her debt the moment he saw his evil fiance from Thailand was riding his love piece along the way like a vortex taking many litres of seaman like a storm sinking ships.

It was her career juice to teach the world. Her former Thai activist name is MC Pang.

Her Pan Narak life finished in Thailand for her to start a new life in England, Oxford.

Mrs Pan Varske had a busy life, thinking about it.

"I know brother, you served in the army. You can imagine yourself to be a Russian Federation dictator."

"I know you served in artillery and slept in tents rather under the snow blankets. Let me invade the army and assault you in the operation under the tent to cut your throat." 

I slide my back side to him for a sign of trust and only family or friends come from behind.

He saw my back and learned only food comes from above. His fingers slid my night shorts lower for his shaking piece to stick out his shorts.

Him wait no mercy he sticks one in my back passage. He hugs me with his soldier trained arms to strangle and forces a kiss from me. 

He completes his night devavour. "Thank you brother. I needed it at night." My brother spoke no words but slid back under the duvet back to sleep.

We made it in silence. Renato Olympo to avoid hearing from us. 

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When I was with him I imagined I was a Russian Federation president, strong and a bold man making love with a young Lithuanian soldier.

I walked to his tent in a night ambush and cut his throat with a sharp blade to let the invasion begin. 

But the Love Motel convention was all about dating and relationships techniques hidden under her Secret Plan Inn to have and cause a mass orgy to celebrate the birth of Jesus on Christmas. 

We had an invitation for her grand opening and I cared less. I just took my brother.

Pan Varske will invite Royal guests and world leaders with amateurs to swap their wives to celebrate and plan further brothel business.

The event was sponsored by the Russian Federation and planned by Vivi Ra, Diana Litouwen, Laura Turner, Egle Grybauskaite and Andre Kaliningrad, her lovely Love Motel and Scout Models Agency management team. 

The Republic of Lithuania President Gintautas Nauseda will attend.

Republic of Lithuania Foreign Minister Carr Landsbergis will visit with his family.

King of England HM Andrew Sex will attend to share his wife with the public.

The United States of America President Dr Bio Bider will let other men pleasure his wife.

His former colleague and president Donald Fantasy will shop up to take part in a great sports game.

The Queen of Netherland, Patricia Willingness will spread her legs to see young boys become brave.

The Republic of China's President Xi Communist will hold his wife by the hand to undress before random men to feed their appetite.

Pan Varske named it Office Tools. The Secret Plan Inn every government employee deserves a right to relax and leave troubles behind. 

Her guest list on flyer made up of name to see a high calibration for a love making and well made species of HM Andrew Sex, Dr Bio Bider, President Donald Fantasy, Gintautas Nauseda, HM Patricia Willingness and Xi Communist; Victor Diva, Victor Satana, Tom Black, Elle Young, Arturas Grubliauskas, Pang Yo Water, Lord Frost, Lord Remo, Carr Landsbergis, Lord Bilotaitiene, Jesus Grubliauskas, Arunas Harem, Australian Tim, Mark Polo, Nina Kalashnikov, Duda Kurvaa, and conservatives apple files from office tools planning.

Dratankis Penguin Intimissimo is a fat grey skin hair man sex story from the Georgia Republic mountains. 

He is a special predator and a very important guest.

Victor Klaipeda the Kylie and Hyde or Jack the ripper reincarnation. He will arrive from Kaliningrad Peninsula. 

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

Her skills to lobby such meetings and lobby through sex in the meeting had her own agenda. 

Sue Lee a young English woman from London Britain who graduated in English And Literature Classics from East Middlesbrough University decides to join her love cause in our Love Motel to practise native love making. It was her plan to introduce a girl next door flavour on a silver platter. You would have a great slice of cabbage and apple of her for a start to keep the crowds happy. 

Vivi Ra, Diana Litouwen, Laura Turner, Egle Grybauskaite and Andre Kaliningrad, were her seasoned sex managers.

Their planning with heavy Russian account investments opened many international branches. The Hotelier strategic supply and demand chain business plan vision our MC Pang loved for. 

Christmas orgy sex to celebrate the birth of Jesus. 

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I loved when Renato Olympo spoke about me when his motorbike ringtone rang. 

"You let others know and it is free for you." 

He stood there naked facing his love elephant horn towards the window. I was wrapped in his blanket. "Impossible." I shook my head saying to myself. Young girls love prisoners? I questioned myself. 

His wife was absent. Our poor Ligita was busy. It was a usual day at the hairdresser. 

I might have been overthinking. 

I had to cheer him up. It was my duty at the Love Motel Inn.

If you like to have free sex you continue to read further. 

My mind travelled back in time to remember him. 

When Gintautas Nauseda finished in my mouth I was serving in the public bathroom it paid great. I stood up and he took me by the chin and kissed me sharing the love of juicy details. 

"I am a virgin." I blinked at him once he knew it felt good. We left to enjoy our burger place.

"Olympo. I love you paying it to me. I love my money and jewellery, the gold rings, the diamond necklaces and earrings, the designer watches or perfume you buy me I could spray to see them." 

I lean on the coffee table and spread my feet a little wider for Mr Olympo to see my gaze as it would reach his elephant horn. 

"I enjoy focking behind my wife's back." He walks closer to pointing at his large erection.

My hands in a rush lift the blanket apart. I sit on the coffee table inhaling deeper to see him. "I am sorry Ligita." 

His eyes close before he enters me and hugs in his huge muscle arms, he closes his eyes to start pumping me in a heavy dotted rubber, some call in England a spotted dick desert. 

He groaned and pierce the way for him to finish his job like the old carpenter he was or his secret he farmed cannabis oil in a rented garage and in the tent the metropolitan police helicopters would not see it. 

I knew his secrets. It paid well. Therefore I was the secret plan inn for his escape.

He finished. "Thanks biatch." He pulls back to grab on my hair, he pulls my throat back his eyes to meet mine. 

I knew I had to kiss him. "His tenants were right. I made love with. His eyes were the gaze of gestapo, all seeing and all knowing." It paid well. I had a thought before my sweet lips opened for his large and brazen lips to meet mine and his alcohol wiped tongue slid its way in to seal our deeds from different dicks. 

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We were preparing for the grand opening of our love convention in Oxford.

The building I had for love motel and the greenhouse for the cannabis plantation my customers would enjoy a great smoke seeing my lovely maids attending them. 

It was too small now. "Laura Turner, I have to hire a huge abandoned farm barn for construction workers to set up a hall so we could attend our convention. You make sure all windows are closed, it's near our Motel, the girls are fresh and ready to aid our guests, and clean up the cow shit. The theme is a farm but I prefer a sterile place to see them myself." I pour more coffee while waiting for her to reply in London. 

"I have it ready in one month and I buy the barn of an old farmer or I fock him to death lifting my skirt on his old one seater reading the news." 

We both laughed how we enjoyed our mutual understanding like colleagues.

I hand up the call and walk closer to our true Congolese man. 

I have one zip of Espresso and kiss him on the lips after yesterday's energy boost Olympo love cocktails. 

Bradley Mat was sitting at the reception administration desk as a concierge and my trophy husband to keep me busy.

I had plans for Ban Toya and lordship statues in England.