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I am not tall, I am only one hundred and seventy centimeters, but, as Svetka puts it, - and I don’t want to object to her - in my seventy (understandably - without legs) centimeters "there were so many charms that half would be enough to conquer half the world of men. " About the legs of a particular conversation and ...
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I am not tall, I am only one hundred and seventy centimeters, but, as Svetka puts it, - and I don’t want to object to her - in my seventy (understandably - without legs) centimeters "there were so many charms that half would be enough to conquer half the world of men. " About the legs of a particular conversation and ...
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Waking up in the morning, Elena Alexandrovna, not a young teacher of 40 years old, came to the mirror. Short black hair looking closer had a treacherous gray hair. Yesterday there was a court on the basis of which her husband, Sergey Petrovich, was imprisoned for 18 years. Where could she ...
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Zoe sits in a cold cell, the night before being shot. An employee of the Gestapo enters, angrily yells at her and forces her to undress. Zoya meekly undresses, the Gestapovka puts her on her knees, and forces her to bend in the bow of the earth. Here the Interno-Officer in standard enters the camera ...
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Mark:
Carl was in a terrible mood, and Bonnie and I waited for the thunderstorm. Suddenly he got up and headed towards me. I instinctively raised my hand to defend myself. Karl ordered me to kneel, but, first, undress, Bonnie, crouching in the corner of the sofa, without turning around, also ordered to undress ...
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Carl was in a terrible mood, and Bonnie and I waited for the thunderstorm. Suddenly he got up and headed towards me. I instinctively raised my hand to defend myself. Karl ordered me to kneel, but, first, undress, Bonnie, crouching in the corner of the sofa, without turning around, also ordered to undress ...
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You found me on the Internet.
We talked about the books of Milan Kundera and Henry Miller, the philosophy of Michel Foucault and Erich Fromm, films about the war and the desire of people to love, in spite of any grief.
We met and our eyes told each other what they did not dare to say ...
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We talked about the books of Milan Kundera and Henry Miller, the philosophy of Michel Foucault and Erich Fromm, films about the war and the desire of people to love, in spite of any grief.
We met and our eyes told each other what they did not dare to say ...
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For two hours now I have been standing on a pea in a corner, tied to a battery by the neck.
I am absolutely naked, my hands are firmly tied behind my back! I am waiting for the execution of the sentence imposed on me by my wife! Nearby they stand in a large bucket and get wet long rods.
On the back of the chair hanging wide leather ...
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I am absolutely naked, my hands are firmly tied behind my back! I am waiting for the execution of the sentence imposed on me by my wife! Nearby they stand in a large bucket and get wet long rods.
On the back of the chair hanging wide leather ...
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Vera recovered in a dark and cold, four by four meters, a room without windows. There was no furniture, nothing, just bare walls and a concrete floor. A light bulb burned weakly under the ceiling, slightly illuminating the room.She hardly remembered how she was here. She only remembered ...
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