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"A violent possy suppression." 

The Queen of Netherlands and Tulip Nation our willingness never knew what was coming. 

The first agreement was cancelled in the Netherlands made by the Arab Sheikh. The King of Netherlands cancelled killing his royal family and the second agreement was cancelled by the Dutch killing Prince George turning him pale blue in the hands of Prince William. 

The ears of our Alice Davines heard they will not share even a single love to save three counts in the Kingdom of Netherlands to allow sexual slavery and newborn murders. 

Our Popi Dregna Zalupa observed a nunnery nun playing herself on altar table legs open before a holiest wood playing herself to reach our Pink Cardinal Dreghorn Fockawell mercy of love. 

It was before they died. 

The true Jacob Witness were after princes of Netherlands for sucking off President of Lithuania Dratankis Penguin Intimissimo and winning elections for his Diavallooo Party in his Sicht national planning in Vilnius. 

They enjoyed the young whore of the Netherlands in Norway, Sweden and Lithuania. 

It was Princess of the Netherlands before cursing herself and her siblings in the Netherlands monarchy to die.

She was the youngest student in Warinya and Waree 5* Oxfordshire Love Motel Inn. 

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The newborn Georgi Prince turns blue while Sanchez from Mexico took a desperate housewife in the back garden after cutting her lawn on the trimmer. 

The desperate housewife was happy. Our dear Kate Middletone made her day. 

But it was another story. 

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"That was hot." She informs me. Betty looked like she had gotten her release and was crouched at the President's side, nibbling her ears. I must have missed out on what happened next.

"Yes. I was on an important boat business trip my dear wife Betty." Our dear President of Lithuania was proud of himself. 

"Now what would it feel like to take your ass." She mused. 

Grazi had a plethora of girls at her disposal, they were her sex slaves. I had seen her take out her frustration and release of a wide variety of them but never witnessed it first hand. All I ever did was direct them to her room and allow my imaginations to wander. 

I had made efforts to seem as seductive as possible. It was in a bid to get through her walls. I needed to speak to her about Drantakis and force a meeting of some sort. Coming in as a business associate or an acquaintance wasn't going to work on her. It was the reason I resorted to this plan. 

Dear Republic of Lithuania President's wife made up her mind. 

Her phone rings interrupting my line of thought. I couldn't see who was calling but her expression showed her annoyance. She doesn't pick but lets it ring for a long time. The call comes in once again and I think she puts it on do-not-disturb. Stretching her leg, Betty moves towards her toe and suck it.

"Would you like to still wield the same power?" I ask in a shaky voice, exhausted from the thousand times I had orgasmed. I made a mental note to make a purchase of this brand to add to my collections. It would certainly suffice for Renato, my heart tugged at that thought.

"I knew you were scheming something Pan Varke." 

She said with a straight face that made me almost back down. I don't let her intimidate me and instead pull out the vibrator. It was coated with my cum and I drove it back in. This time I have her total attention. I move it back and forth whilst moaning.

Our President of Lithuania wife was a soiled lesbian. 

It was lesbianism our national guidelines told us. 

"It's Drantakis." I whisper while circling the dildo round my hole. Starting out slowly but later increasing my movements. She watched my movements intently and I thrust my pelvis forward. Her pretention it was he was not her husband and president of Lithuania.

I heard gasp at the movement before setting the vibrations to the highest.

"Who the helm is Drantakis?" Her fake voice sounded her vocal chords.

It meant to be in the chapter three but you can read it now and if you let others know it is free for you. 

It was our baptism like our dear Popi Dregna Zalupa announced in Jacob Witness beliefs. 

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The bar is fully packed, I needed a release from the weeks stress. Alcohol was going to be it for me and it's all I craved at the moment. The noise was quite soothing dousing the never ending what-ifs that had plagued my thoughts for the longest time. I take my seat on the counter and wait for the bartender. He looked a bit young to be attending here but it was none of my business. I watched him manoeuvre the liquor in an attempt to impress the lady he was speaking to. From his mannerism I could tell he was white taken by her while she seemed uninterested.

"What can I get you milady?" He asks in an innocent smile. I could tell he was heartbroken after being turned down. He was trying to show professionalism despite being hurt. I want to laugh at the exchange but I hold myself back. 

"Surprise me." I told him even though I had what I wanted at the tip of my tongue. He salutes and goes straight for a drink behind him. Pulling a glass to my front he begins tossing bottles and pouring various liquors into it. Some I recognize and a few seem strange to me. I watched in amusement as he continued with his hand movements. Then he stopped and slid the filled glass towards me. I make an attempt to pick it up but he stops me. With a smile he lights up the surface of the drink and it lights up for a few seconds before it goes off.

"Now it's ready." He informs me with his hands wide open. Gesturing me to try it out, I look at him and back at the drink. I pick it up and empty the contents in one gulp and he stands watching me with his mouth wide open.

"How did you manage that?" He inquires before leaving me for another customer. My throat burned from the drink and I shut my eyes on reflex. I could feel the liquor flow down my throat and I relish in its strength. 

It was exactly what I needed at the moment. From the corner of my eyes I see a bulky figure walk towards me. I couldn't make out who it was since my vision was a bit blurry from tears. My eyes had watered as a result of the alcohol I took.

"Petalo." I felt a pool form underneath me on hearing this. There was only one person who referred to me as this. I blink my eyes trying to regain my vision but it only forced tears down. It was hard to control it as it trailed down my face. I hated myself for looking so pitiful at that moment but I couldn't hold myself. 

"Ohh! Petalo I'm here now." He pulls me into himself and holds me tightly. I wept in his hold whilst cursing myself internally. All my efforts to come off as strong had gone down the drain. I had let myself bare to Renato Olympo and tossed caution to the wind.

"It's the alcohol." I try to convince myself more than I was him. He doesn't respond to that but continues patting me gently. I noticed we had become the centre of attention and I quickly pulled away from his hold. 

"I missed you darling." He whispers, making my leg shake in anticipation. I couldn't move my mouth and all I could do was stare at him. My heart raced the whole time as I watched him.

"What are you having?" He inquired, staring at me intently. I couldn't say anything especially with my thoughts muddled up. Renato had that effect on me and I hated it. I inhaled his cologne deeply, enjoying the mix of his smell and the fragrance. 

"I whipped something up for her." It was the slot given to Renato Olympo pornography dreams to betray his Lithuanian wife because he was from Lithuania living in London. 

He sexual ventures made him proud and strong with Warinya and Waree 5* Love Motel Inn like she would he written about herself in her female voice she was writing in her retirement in Sakon Nakhon from Thailand Kingdom to have her King proud because she will betray her King once more. 

It was her nature to win. 

The bartender interrupts still wearing his signature smile. Renato must have misunderstood his words and I could feel him tense. 

It was an unknown mystery unfolding before our eyes.