Sunday Best Designs

"I will win the Berlin film festival award with my sponsorship from Russia." 

I made my words clear in the team meeting Laura Turner brushing her pencil across cherry lipstick with yesterday's botox injection. The botox orgy stage only for girls tested the softness.

The pencil was between her spandex bottom line and it was made for the hot summer day.

The Agency manager knew it was an occasion looking straight to a victory in the Thai teacher's eyes. 

I was observing the events unfold before my eyes learning the office tools about the Republic of Lithuania and their Sicht nickname dirty tricks.

The impossible fight was on. 

I smiled. The nation of smiles gave me a birth but lucky I was a boy my mother and father generously cut my genitals. I would be a businesswoman. 

My eyes are shining like a demon craving for sinister sex. 

The legs and hips burst to the sides from hot yoga training in the Love Motel Convention the world leaders attended and made clear they wanted me. 

Our abandoned barn made use to fit old squeaking hospital beds between the curtains of love.

"I visited my favourite patients and they donated well. I made them leak the contracts in our evil deeds." I loved them all.

But I was missing my Ban Toya. The Latvian stud and Georgia Bull was out of the picture with his Spanish nurse. 

I forgot her name. The thoughts of them making love made me look for Ban Toya and hire Bradley Mat.

Our true man of Congo to be our Love Motel Hotelier business concierge and my husband. 

The Oxford Inn cannabis Greenhouse and the all inclusive bedrooms was not enough for me.

The King of England; His Majesty Andrew Sex awarded me this land to be a landlady and Lady Pan Varske.

I am royalty. Thank you Thailand Kingdom! 

Our Ren Wildflower and Nina Kalashnikov, the second generation English Irish and a lost teacher from the Philippines, was the best white truck film edition servicing plumbers in the gear seat. 

They asked for a lift and both sat with office skirt legs open brushing their nails on the stockings asking for a plumber to stop.

The tall plumber Jack with a shaved head made an emergency stop to pull his tool out, letting the office ladies tear their stockings.

He was looking at how they massage their loose purple velvet skirt with loose breasts and no bra. 

It was the symbol of English feminism. 

I made it clear they must have sex with him in our management strategic planning. The cameras were ready in only emergency road stops.

The gold Salisbury Hills was the view with the truck swinging side to sides. 

Our beasts were fighting. The war was on.

The war hero and a pig at war was a great wedding slaughter to serve a sex tape on the table. 

It was our first choice Berlin film nominee. 

"Jack, would you help me loosen my shirt when our Philippines friend helps me. It is so hot."

But first I have to tell you how it was in our convention. 

How you heard it was love making how it was never seen! 

It was like serving a whole Sakon Nakhon football team before I was able to access Japanese locker rooms! 

I do remember what goals Japan scored. I screamed back, bent my black dress and lifted up cheering Japanese. "Sakhon Nakhon narak." My lips grinded cute Sakon Nakhon town. 

The fear of their football sock in my mouth of love. Their main scoring star."

It brought back memories I wrote beforehand. I was planning to publish in my love drama autobiography the Office Tools. The notes I made were vital for my literature project. You would be able to read later. Our book of hope I sell you. 

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"You have a great day at work like I would eat you like a chicken tonight. I would like to smell your perfume and drink from your purple nipples erected in my mouth."

My Ban Toya made his words clear once more, licking it up. 

I had a dream one night where Ban Toya spoke his words but in the morning my avid dream was up. When I woke up to write you in my memoirs to add my ten years of dreams. 

I told myself to continue to dream of working like a cheap Kyoto prostitute. I enjoyed my job. 

You ask me why I wrote about my dreams and why? The story would gain a spectrum and flavour you would enjoy the mixture of sweet dreams of my nipples and honey the night's you dream about them.

It was my story and I am a true Pan Narak from Sakon Nakhon. 

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I am Lutfi Abdulaham Tahmahal. I'm a Tasmanian devil only who cares about them boys growing grey.

My grey hair tells a tale how I care for a young man to succeed and my secret name is a sex case Charles; the chemically castrated King of England. The method's I use with my butt vaseline sandwich on young British studs I have them drink and chemically poison them on antipsychotics they would not care nor remember me in the morning myself filling my council flat apartment shelf with a home made video. The day I would die, the council would find my porn tapes collection. It is taken on a semi-professional camera. 

It is a pineapple make I received on auction online I bid from Japan. The smell of purity of the flower heart petal perfume flavour licked my lips.

The very moments I buy an Englishman. The proper British work 'stud' his drink. This so-called loser pours a drink and in the second round they find a British pharmacy inside. 

I do not care if their stocks plummeted and the Bank of England closed their doors for the day. I only cared for the most addictive and dangerous antipsychotic drug, remaining white blood cells, to mix British construction workers day and night, helping leather jackets to a black cab for the last of him seen. The one was mine. 

"The proper way of Big Lutfi Tahmahal way of doing things." One day my lips licked and spoke to me, helping the English guy in the wheelchair to accident and emergency room this fool screaming. 

"This biatch had poisoned me."

The idiot thought it was a brunette fashion model in the blue silk dress who turned him down. 

I'm Lutfi Tahmahal and I'm a private school student from Tasmania living in London. This is my story and I'm writing this memoir. 

You should read it in our book of hope full of love, joy and gore we collectively collaborated to elaborate our lifestyle. The story you should read and if you like free sex you should continue reading further.

The woman I worked with from Sakon Nakhon, Thailand Kingdom helped me to manifest and flourish my manhood.

She is a real teacher from Thailand. The true love story. 

^.^

Ligita Stratford had enjoyable lesbian play with Agne Angelholm to take revenge on Renato Olympo to learn Diana Litouwen joined with hidden camera to relax her and have her in ecstasy for men to work in and join later to find British Pound Sterlings to learn she was paid by Madam Pan Varske for her sex efforts in a porn movie and satisfying two men in illegal prostitution business. 

I am Agne Angelholm and these are my notes. 

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Time flew and I found myself getting entangled in the web I created. Each thread I was weaving was pulling a bit of me at each turn. I was aiming for perfection, indicating what it would cost me. With the threads, I strung my victims like puppets and had them for my use. It was all part of my plan and it made me feel good to see it play out just fine. Then there was Renato, the anomaly that was haunting my dreams. I didn't know what to make out of him. The forbidden line that could end it all, yet I craved him more than ever.

I was spinning another bout once again. This time it's in the laundry room, hot and a bit stuffy. My legs are wrapped around my new victim, Bradley Mat. Blonde hair, blue eyes and a honey tongue was a perfect description of him. I buried my head in the crook of his neck while he pushed further into me. The vibrations from the washing machine moved through me. It reminded me of the dildo I had hidden. I used them on days when I couldn't orgasm. This was like one of those days. 

I gave a fake moan as I felt him release into the condom. He rolls it off and tries it in the bin. Bradley brings me down from the washing machine's top. Turning me around, I know the position he wants me this time. I push my ass towards him and get a good grip of the machine. Satisfied, I bent a bit lower to allow him to get a good entrance. He grips my hip and guides his new arousal into me. It's raw and I can tell he wasn't wearing a condom.

"Pull out and get a condom or we are done!" I state firmly. He grumbles and pulls away, I hear the sound of a condom pack tearing. I turn to see him rolling it on himself.

"Are we good now?" I push forward to his erection in response and he slides right in. He places a palm on my lower back, his other hand on my waist. Bradley would direct my body to suit the posture that gave him better access. He went fast for me and I think he was enjoying the thrill of adventure. The prospect of getting caught makes something forbidden white enticing.

At the door stood Cuban Pete, glaring at Bradley. His arms were folded and his eyes directed towards him. Pete was completely oblivious to this and I too feigned ignorance. Instead, turn around and wrap my legs around his waist. He carried me towards the wall and pressed me against it. I move in for a kiss and capture his mouth in mine. It was slow, I pulled his lip and bit lightly on it. I guide my tongue along his neck and suck hard on it. I moan as I do this, Bradley joined in too. Pete had first formed and I anticipated what would come next.

A direct confrontation with violence or silence… I wondered. He walks away instead and shuts the door quietly.

Bradley's dark skin glistened from the sunlight against his sweaty skin. I admired his insatiety and strength, he usually got hard quicker than I expected. It was getting hard to keep up with his thrust and I decided to switch things up. He pulls another condom from his pocket but I stop him. I go on my knees in front of him and pick Bradley junior into my palms. I massage from the base to the head calmly. He gently taps my head, I don't know what to make of that gesture. I ignore it and spit on the surface of his hard-on. Using my tongue, I encircle the tip of his penis. I move down to the base while massaging his balls with my palms. He moans and pats my hair once more, this time I understand. 

I take him into my mouth and begin to suck. He was no longer gentle on my hair. Instead he grips it hard and I regret not opting for a ponytail. It would have minimized my hair loss and reduced the pain. I move up and down his firm length, leaving trails if won't. Then I felt him twitch in my mouth, and then he released. I pull away, and his seed is forcefully swallowed. 

"Good girl." He says in between pants.