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The next morning she woke up before the door opened. She felt the unpleasant moisture on the sheet and, bailiff and moving away, she looked at the cause. Right in the middle of the bed there was a small wet spot. She ran her finger over it. The spot turned out to be mucus, apparently spilling from her gut when she slept on her back. She felt herself from behind and found that the wet opening of the anus was still open, but not so much as yesterday. She got up and took a few steps around the room. Unpleasant ...
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Summer suddenly moved to its end. Almost every day I had to walk in the same company with Lёkha. He did not submit the form that fucks my mom! He did not change at all, was himself, as if nothing special was happening. As for mom, after that incident in the outhouse, her mood improved noticeably, despite all the dirt that night. She became the same, the irritation was gone, joy and good mood appeared. A few days nothing ...
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Gennady slept badly. Midnight he reflected on the phrase of a businessman who embarrassed him very much: “there are no more questions for you”. Pyotr Borisovich did not look like a simpleton, from whom, after admonition of his horns, he could get off so easily. Was Katya really so good that she worked for forgiveness with her body? She is certainly young, sexy, diligent and obedient, but ... Miracles do not happen. Perhaps, during a two-day meeting with her, they did something out of the ordinary, which made ...
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July 1881 - Your order, Miss. A double portion of whiskey, the waitress chirped, moving a full glass of liquor from the tray to the table. “Thank you,” she smiled sweetly, thanked Jane McAvoy.
The waitress, whose name was Rosie Grace, hesitated for a second or two, looking at the unusual customer, and then, straightening her apron, seeded away. Jane, squinting at the acrid smoke of a roll-up that she smoked, followed her with a look. Rosie liked her, and in that she was not ...
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The waitress, whose name was Rosie Grace, hesitated for a second or two, looking at the unusual customer, and then, straightening her apron, seeded away. Jane, squinting at the acrid smoke of a roll-up that she smoked, followed her with a look. Rosie liked her, and in that she was not ...
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- Where is this time? The scarred man asked in a bored tone.Vika noticed that with the blindfold she began to pay more attention to the surrounding voices - timbre, intonation, breathing, reprimand and other details that she had never attached to before. Her personal bodyguard was called Gena, so she mentally gave him the nickname "Crocodile." He was not verbose, stern and obviously greatly missed his work, which was rarely seen among guards and bodyguards ...
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CHAPTER 2
Five years passed, the study at the institute came to an end, Katya and Olya successfully defended their diplomas. At first, Katya did not want Olga to graduate from the institute, but, on reflection, decided that it was not so bad to have a slave with a higher education, especially since Olya didn’t know much about
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Five years passed, the study at the institute came to an end, Katya and Olya successfully defended their diplomas. At first, Katya did not want Olga to graduate from the institute, but, on reflection, decided that it was not so bad to have a slave with a higher education, especially since Olya didn’t know much about
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“Please choose a race.” - A common person. - Congratulations on your choice of race! People are excellent traders and artisans who live throughout the vast world of Andorra. People are relatively weak physically, but their appearance and habits are acceptable for most other races, so people have few enemies. They are not the most magically gifted race, making up for their shortcomings at the expense of well-coordinated teamwork and clever things, the secrets of which are passed on ...
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Tanya easily found the address specified in the ad. The three-storey red brick mansion with a sloping tile roof and a large marble porch was located on the very edge of a small cottage village, one of many that had recently grown in the suburbs like mushrooms after rain. Having looked around a little, the girl sighed deeply and with a decisive step went to the lattice gate. - Where are you going, baby? - high guard in ...
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