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(These notes are based on real communication between the Master and his slave. Feedback and comments can be sent to the post office: if possible, I will try to answer.
I am the host, everything suits me in a relationship, in this regard, all letters with proposals from potential Owners are ignored) - And you girl liberated herself, you trust, it's time to screw you up so as not to twitch. - It seemed to me that you already screwed me Boss)) I just think you have no goal and ...
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I am the host, everything suits me in a relationship, in this regard, all letters with proposals from potential Owners are ignored) - And you girl liberated herself, you trust, it's time to screw you up so as not to twitch. - It seemed to me that you already screwed me Boss)) I just think you have no goal and ...
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Daria, clattering high heels, walked down the hall on the 6th floor of an office building. The year ended well for her, she completed the necessary KPI and the annual bonus already pleasantly warmed her bank account, and the additional income, as she called them, settled just as comfortably on her other card. It was already quite late, and Daria hoped that she would not be able to complete the last orders of the boss. The fact is that several months ago three people came to the company where it works. Their...
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“I want to ask you about one favor,” continued Nikita.
“Go ahead,” Kirill encouraged.
“I have to leave the city for a couple of days. Maximum for a week. Deal with business in bati. His partners need me to approve something since ... well, you know. "
Cyril knew. He nodded to a friend, who stroked his finger along the edge of the glass. The crowd in the bar resolved, and the music played quietly enough to lead a normal conversation. Nikita, it seems, deep down, liked being away from home.
"So in ...
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“Go ahead,” Kirill encouraged.
“I have to leave the city for a couple of days. Maximum for a week. Deal with business in bati. His partners need me to approve something since ... well, you know. "
Cyril knew. He nodded to a friend, who stroked his finger along the edge of the glass. The crowd in the bar resolved, and the music played quietly enough to lead a normal conversation. Nikita, it seems, deep down, liked being away from home.
"So in ...
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