6 The admiration of the sovereign O-Tso-si, whose extremely seductive forms completely shone through the transparent attire. Moreover, in some strange way the body of the Empress under the clothes illuminated invisible sources of pleasant warm light. However, all the ladies present were dressed like this, with the exception of Mini and Herault. Is that the body of the ladies are not highlighted.
Needless to say, the dugouts instantly wet their panties from unbearable desire at the sight of His Emperor's Cosmic Erection! It became obvious that the emperor wears this title deservedly! For the Garantor of Orgasmic Pleasure was dressed in the same way as his crowned spouse! The unknown master did not flatten the emperor at all, sculpted a platinum copy of his tense body, rather, he was even more modest ...

The atmosphere in the throne room was saturated with frantic desire. All those present were eager for the favors of the imperial couple.
Crowned couple stopped in front of the guests. The chief erector of the empire saluted with a platinum phallic rod and introduced earthlings to their Orgasmic Majesties.
“I am glad to see the crown princes of the distant planet Ze-M-la,” said the emperor. “I suppose you will not refuse to accept from me the high award that befits the princes of blood ...”
He suddenly thought.
And the princes of blood choked with excitement. Right now, now they will have this matchless lady, this heavenly beauty, from the sight of which, in Hugo and Stupidly, an already unbearable erection was going off scale! They even jealously glanced at each other ...
But it is no accident that the empire was ruled by only the second dynasty in ten thousand years! His Eternal Inflexibility, like his ancestors, was intellectually gifted no worse than anatomically!

- I am afraid, dear guests, our customs are somewhat unfamiliar to you. A reward like the one awarded to the Fa-Kin-ger will cause confusion in your homeland, at least a surprise, isn't it?
The princes sighed. Hope for a freebie to fuck Her Cosmic 6fly melted like the morning mist.
“Your Eternal Inflexibility,” began Stupidly von Trachstein, “we can not wear orders with our subjects, we are allowed to wear a pad with a sash!”
- Yes, your Cosmic Chubby! We have many do that! - with hope in his voice Duke of Jope assented.
“Dear,” said the empress O-Tso-si to the emperor, “I think the boys deserve a reward!” Just think, the difference in the traditions ...

- Chief Erector, announce the ceremony of awarding high-born princes with the Order of the First Degree of Orgasmic Delight! - commanded his Eternal Inflexibility Defender of Voluptuousness and the Guarantor of Orgasmic Pleasure.
Innocent Ero Tika squeaked with despair:
“Your Majesty, what about me ... we?”
The emperor looked at both dugouts with interest.
- Chief Erector, I award them too!

5. Rest with a swing or Dura lex sed lex

And which led led
By a dashing road
Those winds cracked
Straight into the jail.
(V.S. Vysotsky)

While in the imperial palace there was a ceremony of awarding the chosen earthly guests, the supervised amoral types - the politicians were eager for rest and entertainment. They had time to load up, finishing off their supplies of vodka, whiskey and brandy, as well as tasting local drinks. They didn’t actively like local swill: the strongest was like dry grape wine ...
Bukhali immoral in the room Ivanova. They were seized with anguish.
Yevsei Ivanov irritably pressed the service button and did not let it go until the polite receptionist entered the room.
- Anything dear guest? - having waited while the silence was heard, he asked the receptionist with dignity.
“Hey, native, is there any specific amusement on your planet?” - in a true parliamentary manner, he overtook Ivanov with the question of Leon Gladky.

- casino far away? - asked fluent governor Poimello. She loved the thrill that gave the game with exorbitant rates.
“What casino, Elvira,” said Ivanov. - They have no real money here either: neither bucks, nor EUREKA! What are you going to play?
- To segments! - barked Khodovsky bukha.
Indeed, the local money was a coin of the original form. There were no banknotes on the planet ... Platinum segments of different sizes and, accordingly, dignity, as well as gold and silver vaginas as loose change. One segment was equal to twenty golden loins or two hundred forty silver. As these money were called by the Aborigines, the politicians were purple.

- Excuse me, gentlemen, what is "fun" and "casino"?
- Yes, fun, muzvon! - without any political correctness shouted Ivanov. - Where is the money play! Or so nerves tickle ...
- I seem to understand, gentlemen. Are you interested in indecent entertainment? - at the clerk's eyes gleamed, and he licked his dry lips.
- Well! I want to hang out in full growth! - languidly rolled her eyes Madame Fucked. - That and men were there! Available ...
- If the gentlemen want, I will call one person, you can agree with him about everything ...
- Call, Chaldean ... Quickly. On, take a beer, - Khodovsky offered him half a bucks.
Five minutes later, three entered the room. One is a bald fat man, wrapped up in some brown chlamydah, and the other is a real jock in a black leotard. In the bald was to the extreme conspiratorial appearance, the physiognomy of the pitching did not express anything at all. The third - the last porter, very, by the way, excited.

Conversation with the fat man was hampered by poor understanding. Bald did not understand a word in Russian, therefore the receptionist, whose knowledge also turned out to be rather doubtful, acted as a translator. During the conversation, the clerk smiled disgustingly and smacked, rubbing his hands. He was clearly interested in the forbidden topic.
With grief in half, the guests agreed that the bald one will deliver them to one secret place, where very juicy lewdness, including group ones, is happening. In general, an unforgettable gathering! But he very much asks to observe the conspiracy. For his services, the fat man wished forty ste-r-lin — ten each. So, it turns out, the natives called their platinum segments ...
Tourists left the hotel one by one, crossed the road and a small but dense square. On a parallel street, a group of four animals, like lamas, drove up to the group, as agreed. The door opened. A hand from darkness beckoned lovers of savory adventures ...

In the room, where, with a lot of precautions after wandering through the back streets, corridors and staircases, the same admirers of indecency led, it was dark. A certain personality, indistinguishable in the darkness, accompanied the guests to their places. The seats were located at the barrier with a wide, to the touch - polished wooden surface, rather wide and flat. Nothing could be seen ahead, but it was felt that there was a large space behind the barrier. This space was filled with people - the characteristic noise of movement and the hubbub of quiet conversations were heard.
- What for the tops? What kind of dick ... - Ivanov began was, but did not finish. Light flashed in the hall.

Before earthlings turned to the pain a familiar picture. Their gaze opened to the eyes ... of the parliament!
Here the speaker blurted out at the table gong, gundosil something in his native language, and a speaker got out onto the platform. He didn’t try long, about five minutes, but with his speech caused a strong revival in parliament. One side of the hall shouted at him, the deputies with obvious indignation waved their fists and the newspapers rolled into a pipe. The other side of the hall, it seems, the supporters of the speaker, began to shout no less indignantly, but already at the opponents of the speaker. Once - and in the direction of the podium from opponents flew a round red object. Hitting the speaker's head, he scattered red splashes like an ordinary tomato. Immediately the supporters of the victim for the truth dug fire on opponents: some are tomatoes, some are eggs ...
The speaker broke into the gong with visible pleasure. The doors of the hall opened, a dozen and a half strong men in uniform ran in. The men, the obvious bailiffs, quickly began to put things in order, weighing juicy batons with the batters of both opposite sides with batons in their hands.
The order has been restored. The speaker once again rang the gong, and again went on a couple of phrases. Above the podium loomed baldness of a new speaker ...

This time it wasn’t enough for five minutes ...
The speaker had been grinding his tongue for about fifteen minutes. Tourists began to look around in anguish. They were surprised by the reaction of others sitting on the right, left and behind them on the guest balcony. On the faces of the audience was written the real pleasure of the spectacle! Eyes burned with delight, faces flushed, just drool did not flow from open mouths! In general, People hawala is a forbidden spectacle, devoured amorality overwhelmingly, dragged and baldel!
- Well, fuck, finally! - the ex-governor Poimello was indignant. “Get the fuck out of here!” Dissolved as suckers last!
Former deputies moved to the exit - right at the feet of an enchanted audience: in the hall there was a vote, which in terms of Aboriginal people was probably the pinnacle of obscenity.
Suddenly all the doors of the hall opened with a crash and burst in - no, not the ushers! Armed people burst into the hall in light-green and green shoulder straps. And none other than the commander of the erection commanded them.
All those present laid nose to the floor. Not escaped this unpleasant procedure and dear guests from a distant planet of The-M-la ...
... Native justice turned out to be harsh and incorruptible: the morality in the domain of His Eternal Inflexibility Defender of Voluptuousness and the Guarantor of Orgasmic Pleasure was strictly followed! And so the immoral types were weighed out in full: for 9 years of single rewriting of newspapers plus 5 forced orgasms every day ...