cover the thighs. Linda takes up the job with both hands, pre-pulls two layers of condoms on the stone member, ready for the explosion.

“Just like that, slowly,” she commands, smoothing the cock with her hands. - If you put off an orgasm, then more will work.

Vika and Nastya she puts under the table. Those stick to the eggs, suck them into the mouth, working energetically with tongues. There is warming the seed, ready to splash out in latex. Other girls lead their hands on the stone trunk, someone kisses my nipples. Zlata covers her mouth with lips.

“Relax,” she whispers. - It will be good now!

Linda mouth mounted on the prick. Dives for five centimeters, until the soft palate does not report on the reached limit. At this moment Linda stares at me like a boa swallowing a rabbit. The glass look does not bode well, the jaws are closed on the penis, trying on a jump. The next moment, Linda’s throat swings open like a pelican's mouth, and the blondie swallows her prick, causing her to move further up the throat.

The girls enthusiastically moan, marveling at the unusual technique.

Linda half down the trunk, swallowing it. The rubber ring of the condom remains lying on her lips. Linde does not risk to go deeper, wants to enjoy an explosion in the throat. Julia begins to gently push Linda from behind, pushing her with rhythmic movements. Natasha, Isolde teasing term at the root. We are heading towards the final with a uniform acceleration. Linda's glassy stare cobra zombies me. I blow her deep in the throat, she twitches like a pike on a stick, sperm slashes into a narrow slot, punching her way through the bridle. A rich turquoise burst remains in the condom pouch. Slowly, in order not to lose the treasure, the girls take Linda off her penis, she breathes deeply, diving with breath holding brings certain inconveniences. Satisfied, girls distribute loot. Miniature jars are filled with sperm necessary to establish new subnetwork relations with clientele. I am not against such a scenario, I have almost finished the translation of the Wyrex to the Turquoise. Only a little remains: collect evidence and press charges. Fifty concubines are ready to tell the truth, Spartak is tired of freeing slaves, I am not.

And then I'll disappear. The absence of turquoise in the life of concubines will initially cause a withdrawal, then release. Experiments with Margot showed that the girl is able to get off the hook.

- Where did she go? - Muller was nervous. - threw hoof likely.

Megamind did not know that the switched Margo was inoculated with turquoise, jumped off the needle, broke without turquoise and went into the lead.

The main thing now is to cut down all seven heads of the Gorgon in one fell swoop so that the infection does not spread again. The key to unraveling the infection is the High Priest. It was he who helped the chemist in the laboratory, he created the network of Klyuchnikov, he went crazy on religious grounds.

I have been digging for a long time under Benjamin Dyrko, but now I know everything about him. The last stronghold fell, the red-haired Vestal split as soon as she lost her virginity. The nature of her activity in the Temple of the Seven Keys implied absolute conspiracy, and I needed the help of close girls to get to the redhead. Then they kept her in all their ways, and I turned Vestalka into a new faith. The rearing penis stuck into the mature unopened peach, rubbed against it, finally centimeter by centimeter penetrated into the children's unaware of the male touch of the womb.I froze, having come in half, fidgeted, bringing the redhead to her senses, she suddenly drowned in vaginal juices, groaned under me, like a ending beast. I sped up.

- Hold her tight!

I did not need to repeat twice. My assistants, who had learned the bitter experience of treatment, kept the savage in all their ways, dictating to her the new rules of the game. I seeded a redhead, a turquoise bay. The keeper of the Temple huddled in the first vaginal orgasm, laughed with unchildren sorcery laughter. Turquoise turned her brain inside out.

Half an hour later Raya testified.

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Veniamin Dyrko worked in the same laboratory with Kuprevich. In the late nineties, he became interested in network marketing, and while Ivan Fedorovich was looking for answers to questions while doing science, Dyrko actively experimented with people. Or rather, over the beautiful representatives of humanity. Soon Shitinkov's megamozg came into view of Hole. He lived under the cap of the pyramid, to break up, starting from the bottom, it was not possible. Greed and aggression, uncompromising and amorality of Muller appealed to the Hole. Sweet couple quickly sniffed, especially since they were united by common interests: greed, misogyny, impotence. At the same time, Dyrko expelled Jesus Christ from the Church of the last days for immoral behavior. On a few scraps of data, Dyrko was bound to serve as pastor in the Minsk region. American missionaries did not have the right to serve in Belarus, they needed to look at the places. So Dyrko took the place of the pastor, being in the right place at the right time. But soon he was accused of embezzlement from the church treasury and fired. In addition, even then he showed signs of insanity, possibly caused by excessive laboratory irradiation with radioactive chemicals.

Dyrko understood that it was impossible to create a network based solely on the financial component. The sect needs followers who faithfully believe in the ideals of the principles laid down in the code. So, gradually, Dyrko found people, wrote down the "Book of Seven Keys", laid the fundamental laws of the functioning of the sect of the Seven Keys.

By my arrival in the sect, the assets of the beholders had already formed. The key operator, who was in charge of the treasury, rested with the world, and his functions were temporarily assigned to Muller. I took his place and became a pawn, as did Vasily Starling, who took the leading role in Sect by chance.

An attempt to transfer the power of Klyuchnik according to the Buddhist principle of the search for the Dalai Lama failed. Hole and the rest of the gang were actively discussing behind my back how to find the right followers of the sect, getting rid of random people.

A year has passed since my coronation. I almost fully realized the plans to overthrow the power in the sect. It remained to deliver the last crushing blow. In my hands lay irrefutable evidence of Klyuchnik’s guilt. The slave girls that I switched were ready to cooperate with the investigation. The whole history of the sect, the indisputable facts of the emergence of slave thinking in girls, the removal of information linking yesterday's bdsm worker with the Master, gathered in the investigative nodule, were ripe for transmission to the public.

I was leaving the safe flat, smiling happily, gloatingly rubbing my hands, getting ready to deliver the final blow in the coming days. The addresses of all Klyuchnik were already known, a statement was written to the Prosecutor General of Belarus, all video materials were collected, the names of girls who had ever participated in shameful rituals were painted. Red Vestal provided all the chemicals from the Hole laboratory. I had a complete picture of the crime, a huge criminal case lay on my knees.

I left the doorway with the pure soul of a man who is ready to fulfill his public duty.

I went to the car. At that moment Ryzhenkovskie thugs attacked me.

They twisted me, sealed my mouth, threw me in the trunk and drove away in an unknown direction.