From Warsaw

The Polish prostitution ring cult known to be Sex Orgy Disgrace Racism Anarchism to be SODRA did infiltrated their clientele through casual sexual and legal sex service for Dutch Prime Minister Mark Rudolf to fit their sexual desires and orgies.

The Polish prostitution sects love nest trap revealing their true skins and colours of pleasures behind desires in red.

I never knew the true nature of Elle's recruits were to run underground SODRA network to supply supplementary sex slaves in a form of women spies to Netherlands Kingdom.

I learned it the hard way spreading from one upset woman to another understanding my way of fighting injustice the SODRA sect has brought forward to poor housewives and daughters from Poland under a horrific planning of their Overlords and husbands to call.

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Meanwhile I sat on the toilet seat.

I was browsing the local Netherlands Royal Gazette to find a King of Netherlands and his wife with three children.

I attempted to masturbate about her because I felt her temptation sitting next to her three children and I felt she could gain much more love.

I knew she was much more capable than three children and a bird cage in her royal palace under the guards of her King closely watching her.

It fell out and up I stroked a couple more times raising inches on inches I pulled my hopes.

When I did raise my hope it felt great to close my eyes a little and I felt her hair it smelled, the soft brush of her silky soft hair covered in sweat laying next to me sharing a king size bed.

We both laughed and shared a moment of sweat and let our blood pressure fall like one.

In our royalty free royal bed of a love nest causing dreams and imaginations of mine to explode while we juice the details with the Netherlands Queen in her King's bedroom behind their backs.

We giggled in suppressed silence because her children from the king were playing in a room next door and guards were still standing watch.

We made another attempt to make love hoping not to be caught.

I was brushing my hand across her sweat.

"You are worth much more." I told her.

I kissed her on top of her lips. It felt sweet and delicious, letting me want more of the mature royal highness I crave for. I was astonished in her. A woman of such stature did allow me in her bed to spread wings.

Her nipples were hard from our last erection without protection. I brush under her sunny love to check if it all made its way out and it still made its way out in a form of cream.

I had a sample of our love juicy details on top of a finger put next to her lips. She sucked it in to taste approval of our love.

Her lips opened, looking in my eyes she closed her mouth with her tongue playing on my fingertip. She licked it inside. I attempt to pull out and release her suction before I kiss her.

Her sharp eyes of a look gaze at me she was in control and she ever be wanting me for more like it never end our love affair she pushed my kiss away and climbed on top holding my shoulders backwards she slid on me starting to sway her hips ride me in deeper and much deeper closing and rolling her eyes backwards.

The swaying her legs and breathing raising harder her pelvis pulling and closing much stronger like a breath of the heart her silent and suppressed love moaning setting itself free.

She was a creator. She was making a new life giving its breath like a heart massage to a fallen soldier. She pulled a seed through me.

Her torso, through hips and uncontrollable legs twisting made me know the goddess of love.

The Queen of Netherlands had a baby coming it's way. I made her proud.

The spine of hers pulling it's each fracture closer to one another the final breath stroke into final creation. The final calling of oxygen going through her blood across her legs in concentration of her pelvis I felt a huge presence of love drawing in me to complete my final mission.

She let go of her worries pulling her fingertips across my heart and chest through her pelvis to her chest squeezing it hard as she rode me much harder to our epic climax I let go.

I had to let go of the toilet seat the day before I went to work because there was something wrong with my lover Justina Valentine.

Her replies to text messages became colder and colder to me only talking about work and managing side logistics projects for Elle's recruits.

It was about extending the department and employing more workers from Poland.

It was a great stroke experience in between my Polish women love affair and shifts to work.

The key to my success was I was young and charming the days I had claiming my dignity within racist Polish families in the Netherlands Kingdom.

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"Let's hit these girls like piniatos."

On the way to work I was thinking to myself.

I thought once to myself, wiping off my bicycle seat from the morning mist surrounding the Netherlands Kingdom of swamps because it was made from a swamp into shipping lanes of major cargo from the whole planet.

I cycled seven kilometres back and forward from work on Elle's recruits hard steal bicycles used many years ago for parcel deliveries.

It was a single gear and so heavy I could use help cycling up the hill.

The worst thing within the Netherlands Kingdom was the whole country has cycling lanes including scooters allowed with cyclists in the same lane.

I therefore had two accidents with my old rusty bike.

The very first one was we shared a part of our cycling routes with cars and cars blocked my road by throwing me off onto a pavement, causing me to fall over.

The second was a further juicy love story a Dutch woman had hit the back of my old steel Elle's recruits bicycle and I made love with her extending a helping hand.

We had to start to use it after our manager Rob Dutch forbade me to drive our coordinator Justina Valentine to work.

I did video call my cousin and he was happy I had a new healthy type of transport, rather than driving with loose polish women.

I helped my hand polish wife from Warsaw and she came back for more. We spoke with my cousin from Africa.

The last call was after a while we made a sex with prostitute on van without wheels on side of the corner in Democratic Republic of Congo.

We decided it was a premature decision and we never spoke since then when I left Africa we made a joyful reunion online.

"But it was a suck a cock or walk situation I lost!"

I made a debt and we did share my pocket money for a bus to hire a local woman to sleep with us the night we could take another transport back to our village near the capital.

"You are doing great brother! You will pick many new cherries on your forklift to carry back home."

"I miss my Justina's Valentines possy, brother."

"Boy you focked her good in Elle's recruits yellow transport. She was sucking you off to spit the love syrup in a manager's coffee making extra flavour, you spread her love numerous times in mens toilet. What else do you like?"

I felt the conversation was taking us nowhere.

"I want her once more now. I wonder what perfume and underwear she wears, wanting her loose dark hair to spread open wrap around me. We did sweat off extra in a fifteen minute lunch break to a stress free cigarette break, feeling excited we might be caught and disciplined."

The morning glory excitement did feel like it made its way back to me from the triple shared bungalow bedroom the Polish men were eating like pigs in a dining hall.

"Yes brother, you did discipline her right. I love those five zloty biatches. They are affordable enough like a can of coke."

But I felt sad the time Overlord's henchmen did stay close to me. I knew I never might find my love. I observed drugs and sex country in Netherlands Kingdom was a horrible place and cheap to educate while raising your children.

While I wipe the seat and handlebars with a kitchen towel and wish good luck to my distant family in Congo before I leave for work. We have a different time zone and I have no much time to start moving cargo.

"I think you would be lucky enough if you have two for one."

He made me laugh and reminded me of my business studies.

"Yes it is a great bargain deal in business schools modules."

"See you brother."

"I love you too. You make them pay for Africa."

).(

Cherry pickers and fork lifters, custard or mustard jokes we had between men and women while we did our job.

But more I remember my first encounter on study day with a Japanese and Canadian woman in a joint love affair.

The lunch in the top floor restaurant passes by quickly, dreaming about past encounters.

We made a triple love play revealing their desires behind their hidden masks of society.

It was in London and invited her from university to a shared house in my two bedroom size room.

I was late to pick her up from the station cooking banana pancakes and she came to my door.

"Konnichi-wa."

"Hello."

She made her way to the kitchen to inspect what I was doing and held me busy to pick her up.

We walked up the stairs and she brought me a welcome cake.

"You see my friend's paintings online. She made it."

It was oil and colours burgundy red did make face silhouettes drawing portraits.

Our hands looking closer to a mobile tablet did join closer and she shook a little or more her heart felt it having her finger closer to the palm of my hand.

We kept our door open and next door neighbour's from Nigeria, our Canadian girlfriend, stood and did listen to us.

She felt envy and stood to cheat her next target.

He met her on a Transport for London journey from work on a construction site.

She felt she needed a great escape from Canada and found him exciting enough to pay her rent.

The first day I saw her I was able to see a lure in her gaze looking at her face.

I did make a move brushing my finger tip round her neck back, her spine leaning closer to smell her hair aiming to kiss her soft neck in a silence.

We hope to test. We will not reject each other.

I did make sweet lips taste her neck while I seized the very moment to slide under her top to see if she pushed me aside. I let my hand open her chest. A little loser, she could breathe under my duvet.

But we were not alone and an unexpected guest stepped in to make our night of love laying her fingernails on our shoulders deep in allowing us know she wants both of us. There were no regrets.

The moment we both accepted her love.

She kneeled on bed before us in blue jeans. She was fast to undo her bra from the back of her sweater taking a tip off allowing us to know two youngsters student's like us who are in charge.

Her top to the side of the table without letting me see her bra. She came closer to us, pressing her finger to my friend's lip. The kiss to me first and her leaning straight forward to my erection visible through my tracksuit bottom. She let go of her right finger and opened my bottoms, sucking it all in while moving her head looking my friend in the eyes.

She sucked it all out on the first go and kissed my friend letting it leak in her sweet mouth.

The mature woman pushed my friend backwards stroking my hard glory as she lifted her skirt open.

Her fingernails brushes at her white cream satin underwear to see her moisture.

She knew on saliva through her fingers it was time for me to take her. She pulled my inch forward to softly spread her legs.

I can see her loose large breasts with nipples erect and her smile while she locks her legs apart and smiles.

"Welcome home."

The Japanese friend did not speak good English and said nothing nor resisted my first triple love play.

Her Canadian fingers gently massage her apple for me.

I let it gently slide in after she spits in her palm, moisturizing my tip to a girl below would be much easier to accept me.

I let it slide in a wild night I remember from before we did share a shower only stroking each other's love nests.

Her wisdom was supreme and she knew I was about to seed her. She let me pull out drops falling through her haircut, legs, underwear sides and her satin skirt undergarments.

It felt a great love and story to tell remembering it. My alarm clock did beep and lunchtime was over in the restaurant above the logistics company.

I was thinking late at night about lunchtime and morning conversation before going to sleep on the day of the disaster in my triple share bedroom bungalow.

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Their planned scheme to join Merlin with Justina in a men's bathroom.

I was watching them leave, holding hands together and ignoring me.

My disappointment to see the evil Polish Overlord's henchmen playing the card of paranoia made me feel sick.

They did listen to every conversation I had with my cousins and emails I sent to my family.

I never knew they would be able to be so evil to monitor their employees' activity seeking data from my personal space.

When I remember in my university business school lesson our professor told us our mobile devices learn more about us than our mothers.

The mobile application spyware they installed with their computer application we could track our timetable and payslips they tracked us.

I later found out from Asian mobile phone repair store they told me I was bugged.

):(

I thought about Justina's point of view of her falling for Merlin's love affair; she felt disappointing encouragement of lies his henchmen made a theatre of them.

But I never yet could understand her feelings. It made me upset and powerless to lean back for revenge on other women to shelter me in my new job's broken love affair.

The Evil Polish Overlords did turn and train Polish housewives and daughters under watchful eyes of his using me in Valentines, Daisy's and Veronica's business cases to prepare them at Hitlers Queen's service to infiltrate the Netherlands Parliament.

My cousin and family thought I was up to no good and had a great time and did party well while I was isolated within acts of violence and racism in the Netherlands Kingdom.

I found days later a consolation in Josie Daisy's panties escaping the evil Polish Overlord's henchmen.

She was a lot younger than me and we met at a house party.

The housemaster moved me in because Polish men did talk bad about me and it was the only solution.

Her blond dive hair was fresh, converting from brunette.

We both did join in shower by pulling off her tracksuit bottoms. She was not speaking much with me in English.

Her older friend did encourage talking with me when men were busy drinking Polish beer. We did have a couple cans too.

When I felt the opportunity to lead her upstairs to show our house she stopped and took me in a shower room with her dazed eyes.

Miss Daisy did show a fast lustfull touch on the wrist walking in a cabin before she first took her clothes off before me. She spoke not much nor her English skills did look good disregarding how she jawed at my glory in the running shower.

"I had a long day. Let's get in before the boys come back."

We made love.

My hand slid in easily and I said yes miss Daisy.

I had her butter melting over my fingertips in no hurry; it did take me further.

She was a Romanian Roma Gypsie from Lithuania who I did find easy to use.

I made her a full English breakfast and offered her my parsnip because we craved for seconds the very morning. I had her suck my dick drinking morning coffee.

While I never knew it was a plan of Rob Dutch to play me well like a male prostitute from Africa gain his business geopolitical advantage I made well my way.

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Veronica was her name from Krakow who encouraged her younger friend to use the opportunity gap to see me.

"How are your Polish monkey kids and gorilla husband?"

"You just let me suck your dick. I am tired of them."

Veronica unzips my trousers and slides her hands in me when Josie suddenly leaves Sunday morning to see her friends in a nearby town.

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I never knew about Hitler Queen I was masturbating on toilet seat did created and made SODRA sexually infiltrate Netherlands Parliamentarians love nests.

She had a lot to offer from Polish daughters and houseviwes from one on one cheating to triple lesbian action. Having her fill of spy nests to tired Dutch Parlamamterians from polish recruitment agencies recruiting potential employees in her secret service of love and lust.

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The very afternoon we had a nasty visit from the housemaster moving in new tenants to replace the remaining ones.