in a tight stone knot. Spring does not want to relax, play, she squeezed the groin from the inside. The pleasure bit by bit is collected from the whole body, accumulated in ten centimeters of the member under the head itself.

A young blond concubine diligently rubs the remnants of the will, raises an innocent look at me. In her eighteen-plus years of shame. Hole hits the greenery, tears freshmen from school.

“To practice,” Muller laughs, testing the fresh product himself.

They were herded into the synagogue of the Seven Keys for delight. The milking workshop in full ammunition is built in front of the sacred animal. Everyone wants to see the explosion, put a hand to it.

I twitch with a groan, squinting until it cuts in the urinary channel. The muscle under the eggs was numb, tingling blood circulation. Turquoise powerful jets splashes into the bottle. The applicant who takes the exam knows a lot about speeding up: it accelerates by ten. Flickering hand breaks new spasms, groans. I am in agony, pleasure does not leave me. I am in the power of an orgasm controlled from the outside, I am a slave to her hands. They decide when to stop, stuff me delicacies so that the glands swell.

A rich crop of turquoise fills the bottom of the bottle, but not yet evening. In half an hour we will continue, and in another hour, and more ...

The continuous stream of cuts, initially rhythmic and fast, gradually subsides. The last flinches of hiccups push out sperm lumps, which are not as bright in texture as the main material. I dried to itching in the eggs. The testicles are buzzing like a beehive, the snake falls like a rag. It is gently shaken in the neck of the bottle. Girls wash their hands after eating.

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I was milked three times a day, given time to think. Yes, I do not mind, no, I do not mind. Hole left subordinates to implement a crazy plan to collect turquoise. Weasel penis continued in the breaks, the girls knew a lot about seduction, changed clothes for games with a golden bull - so they called my battered jerked body hanging in a simulator for sexual torture. I did not resist, I could not make the snake lie. She lived a separate life, was bullied on short tight skirts, stockings with elastic bands, and lacy underwear. Responded to the adjustment. Erotic dances of concubines were accompanied by a striptease. The readiness of the snake started the milking process. I was again lowered with eggs under the table, they stopped the prick in the bottle. So they worked in shifts: pulling me over and over again with all the crowd. The weakened ocher-smeared body was taken back to the cell in a faint state. The redhead was pouring ice from a hose with ice water, she was running dirty ocher on the concrete floor, running down the drain. Burnt worn genitals buzzed all night. In the morning I was falling down to continue sporting exercises, preparing for the evening start.

I became a sperm processing machine. Wild hunger drove to the refrigerator within an hour after milking. Sometimes I wanted to put an end to such a fate, in one fell swoop to gut the veins by longitudinal ripping. But I held on, believed that physical exploitation is not eternal, that you need to hold on with your mind, not with your body. One day the body will fail, I thought, will cause a series of changes in the hierarchy of the Sect, and then, perhaps, perhaps, they will take pity on me, write me down to the warehouse, demagnetize my memory, sending me to an insane aspirated zadrota.

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Women's laments echo under the dome of the Temple of the Seven Keys.The tiger cage, pulled to the glass ceiling, sways from the oppression of sadness reigning inside.

“In those days when there was no king in Israel, there lived a Levite on the slope of Mount Ephraim,” Benjamin Dyrko in a golden mask of a raven, wearing a black cassock, reads a sermon with a hat, standing behind the pulpit. He pauses, looking around the hall, covered with naked bodies. Continues:

“He took to himself a concubine from Bethlehem of Judea.” His concubine quarreled with him and went from him to her father's house in Bethlehem of Judea, and was there four months.

Hole detaches for a second from the Old Testament, taken as the basis of the "Book of the Seven Keys", leads a golden nose around the room.

- Her husband got up and went after her to talk to her heart and bring her back to him. The father of this young woman, having seen him, met him with joy, and he was restrained by his father-in-law, the father of a young woman. And he stayed with him for three days; they ate and drank and slept there, - his voice is heart-rendingly religious. The staff with a prick trembles in his hand.

- And the man arose to go, he himself, his concubine and his servant. And they went and went, and the sun went down beside Gibeah of Benjamin.

Venya completely mad, recently attacks of schizophrenia increased. He hears voices, sees spirits, searches for hidden meaning in the Bible.

While he reads with insane recitative, singsong like in a seminary, alpha females fight in the Cage, pull their hands to the frontal place, where the workers in the loud champs nadrachivayut golden bull, that is, me, heralding the Exodus to the Promised Land.

- And they turned there to go to sleep in Giva. And here, there comes one old man from his work from the field in the evening. And the old man said: Where are you going? and where did you come from? He said to him: We are going from Bethlehem of Judea to Mount Ephraim.

Occasionally I raise my head to look at the leader of the nobility. I can imagine how his crazy look under the mask glows. Other Klyuchnik do not interfere in spiritual affairs, condone the manic degradation of the high priest.

- The old man brought him into his house and gave the stern asses. While they amused their hearts, behold, the inhabitants of the city, depraved people, surrounded the house, knocked on the door and said to the old man, the owner of the house: bring out the man who entered your house, we know him.

The knowledge flows like a river of cornucopia, the second echelon of concubines sleeves for nectar for days. Everyone knew about it: concubines, slaves, clientele, Klyuchnik, distributors, security guards. Only Venya keeps the impotent vow, burns on the porch:

- The master of the house came to them and said to them: no, my brothers, do not do evil, when this man entered my house, do not do this madness; Here is my daughter, the maiden, and his concubine, I will bring them out, humble them, and do with them what you please; and with this man do not do this madness. But they did not want to listen to him. Then the husband took his concubine and brought them to the street. They knew her, and swore at her all night until the morning. And they let her go at dawn. And a woman came before the appearance of the dawn, and fell at the door of the house of the man who had her master, and lay until the light.

So the alpha known with clientele all night. Zlata Babich, Nastya Wendy, Julia Blondi, Vick Sporty, Isolde Ryzhuha, Natasha Monroe, Linda Tatukha - they plow without locks from dawn to dusk. The client fights them in groups, without a gap of conscience scolding over machine concubines. Turquoise knits tightly, men are not jealous, do not complex, show off to each other. They gather regularly to serve the queen, to fertilize her in all holes. Golden Natasha with three employees in the office - only flowers. Posner somehow brought a dvd player, showed a movie on the LCD screen:

“Good of you, like a goat of milk,” giggled the old fart while I was staring at the bee-mates orgy.

Ten men fuck red Isolde by the pool. She clung to the chaise with two hands, frozen in a knee-elbow position, becoming three holes. A carousel of overexcited males replaces each other, turns the girl with a bang, adjusting to the general rhythm.She easily gives into the anus, it seems that a small butt is about to crack along the seam, but no - the next rearing dick flies over the eggs tied with an elastic band for pro forma, squishing with turquoise grease, imperceptibly applied before intercourse.

Having shot, men lick ryzhuhu, not hesitating someone else's seed, because it interferes with turquoise. Isolde was battered but smiles happily. She is also in drug euphoria. A mop of finely curly hair has been knocked to shreds, the buttocks, belly, thighs, lips, and chin are smeared with sperm - men do not let go of the redhead, they are still two or three times. In the end, she can barely stand on her feet, they, too, lick her, kneeling, tongue out, looking for the remains of turquoise in clots of their own effusions.

And the alpha whine in Tiger Pot, asking for a turquoise supplement that spreads like layers of pudding along the bottom of the bottle.

Venya Dyrko screams for the whole hall:

- Her lord rose in the morning, opened the door of the house, and went out to go his way: and, behold, his concubine lay at the door of the house, and her hands on the threshold. He said to her: Get up, let's go. But there was no answer. He laid her on the donkey, got up and went to his place. When he came to his house, he took a knife, and took his concubine, cut it into twelve parts by its members, and sent it into all the borders of Israel.

That's what shines, if you do not get up, you will not learn new pleasures in the company of drug addicted men, who fly in packs in saunas and cottages - places specially designated for worship.

Mozgoprav Muller personally manages the finances, makes sure that the clientele does not shirk, does not attract the attention of wives and business partners with excessive costs of secret entertainment.

Beta also do not get bored, from morning to evening for turquoise communion, they believe that the Master wants it. The slave mentality of the addict concubine is arranged in such a way that any lie causes a feeling of guilt, personal involvement. Complicity. They do not question the words of Klyuchnik, although they are tied to the Boss. So the boyars dryuchat slaves, while the king sleeps, so the teachers misinterpret the words of the director for personal gain. So schoolchildren obey the authority of the nearest boss, because they do not represent the mura-order otherwise.