A True Man Reference

The Toto Love Motel.

It was a Belinda Belissimo love story. I opened a sweet perfume scent white grey linen envelope with a Philippines post stamp with six yellow ivory blacksmith exclusive pieces of paper only for me.

Dear Pan Varske. She wrote my name.

Belinda Belissimo memoir how she took "zoology" in her words "the veterinarian treatment" for her only fans online platform home made video. 

Her hand wrote to me. 

I am sending my love letter despite my husband from the Republic of Lithuania. He is working in the Netherlands Kingdom where prostitution and drugs are legal but still he declines my past. I was a prostitute and a drug smuggler from Thailand to the Philippines.

He believes my six children's fathers died but they were and are Thai Yakuza. 

I am writing you a letter to disclose for your book a secret story about how I felt with a German Shepherd. 

The memoir of how dog nails scratched he jumped on me. The kitchen tiles. Our family camcorder. Our children are playing outside. I'm wearing only sweat clothes and the eyes mask.

The black lace eyes mask matched my husband bought our wedding night lingerie underwear. 

Our German Shepherd licked and tasted my face make-up. 

It was and is our family guardian top pat my back. The red relentless sausage I pulled suction in my mouth to pump its instincts pumping. I turned and let my grey cotton sweat shorts he jumped in front of a camera for my fans to pump my back.

The saliva leaking and exploding from my back only for our fans never to know. My husband missed me living in Belgium earning his pay in the Netherlands.

He was wasting on prostitutes and drugs while I was cooking a meal for our seven children. The hope was eager for him to come back to me; made me to earn more for this.

The final lines I made a voice over for a documentary film kneeling on my knees. 

My finger nail reached for a taste of desert on my lips. Our German Shepherd twisting its tail from happiness. I made a smile and closed our record.

I'm sure the fans were happy. I was thinking about this fool. My nails placed a face mask near his love letters he sent me with a promise to earn well in the Netherlands and bring enough cash to revive my dead father's banana plantation. 

I began cooking our farm banana pancakes for our children letting our family guardian dog out to play with our children. 

The German Shepherd licked and jumped around his son.

I was happy. I was a prostitute and had six children from Yakuza. 

This fool even paid for my university in Manila. He is a real clown I miss every time. 

I signed below to our love motel inn madam Pan Varske. The miss owned Warinya and Waree hotelier corporation business for a great stay to have sex and their greenhouse grown cannabis in Oxfordshire. 

The "Kudos" for you I heard from His Majesty of England Andrew Sex when he left your love convention in a farm barn. He gave you a lordship for a piece of land and status of a lady. 

The real statute for the business.

I undersigned my dear Belinda Belissimo.

It is our love letter from the Philippines. In the small note I added to her a message. I am happy this fool sold his family house in the Republic of Lithuania to marry me.

I read Belinda Belissimo's letter. 

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"It was thanks to Udon Thani University that I was a bicycle. A proper whore." I thanked to myself running my school of love for three blind pigs of Hague Royal Palace. Telling them stories. The fairytale before sleep. They laughed. I knew I would need our true Congolese man. My husband Bradley Mat had their virginity taken away. 

The problem was I was not sure they should wait in line while I nurse each tear off or watch and film a home video of foursome to my major sponsor from the Netherlands. The Gingerbread King. HM Carr Landsbergis. Her wife Patricia Willingness was reported sexually assaulted and assassinated when civilian disobedience broke out and their father was sent to my school to learn a better life than their mother's. I was assuming the truth. 

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We move down the stairs slowly and stop at Renato's bathroom. He opens the door, and I follow him in. The smell of Renato's body wash hit me and I clenched my thighs in frustration. I was already wet down there, I hated how I reacted to him even in his absence. 

"I'm as much a man as they are." Ban Toya says while pushing me to the wall. It confirms my initial suspicions and I hold myself back from laughing. He opens his mouth to speak but I seal his lips with a kiss. Ban Toya greedily takes my mouth, kissing me with hunger. I knew he would leave a bruise later. He doesn't let go and holds my cheek tightly while he ravages my mouth.

He pulls his pants down and raises my grown up. In record time my undies are ripped off. I want to cry out in frustration. It was one of my few favorites but I keep shut about it. He turns me around and bends me over. This position seemed like a favorite among the men within the Olympo house. I smiled at the realization just before he thrusted into me.

Ban Toya was a greedy lover, he cared more about his release than his partners. Each stroke was fierce and showed the thirst he suffered. He plunged deep into me and each force was greater than the first. Ban Toya never stopped until he orgasmed. 

I watched his face the whole time he drove into me. The mirror in front of me provided me with the image. I gripped the sink hard but it wasn't the best to hold on to. I had slipped in my hold and almost hit my head against it. Luckily I had been quick to rectify it. Ban Toya was unaware, paying attention to his desires. 

"The vision of the business plan that was spoken about was quite brilliant." He was certainly being truthful about making me his therapist. With each thrust came information on the dealings within Olympo. 

"They manipulated the market to suit their supply and demand idea." I couldn't tell if he was being talkative or he was attempting to prove himself to me. It wasn't necessary to me at that moment. I took in all I could from him, both his thrust and words. 

"Your body should be worshipped, Pan," he whispered directly in my ear.

I had zoned out on Bradley for a few minutes, and he was worse than before. He walked up to me and forcefully stole a kiss. I didn't know what that could mean. He pulled away from me and continued his pacing.

"Why Ban Toya?" he questioned in frustration. 

"We only spoke to each other." I decided to stick with denial. Bradley throws a glass against the wall in annoyance. In no time, we begin to argue among ourselves with the moonlight of our spectator through the window.