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I looked at the woman sitting in front of me. Long blond hair, blue eyes and satin white skin. His face was sweet, but now he was spoiled by an expression of arrogance and complacency. The figure ... It's hard to say. I would not call her slim, but there is no bulk in it either. Large breasts and volumetric hips surprisingly combined with a clear delineated waist.
The girl was sitting in the guest chair, leaning back and stretching his leg over the leg. “I wonder if she has stockings or pantyhose?” I thought, looking at them tightened ...
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The girl was sitting in the guest chair, leaning back and stretching his leg over the leg. “I wonder if she has stockings or pantyhose?” I thought, looking at them tightened ...
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Over the years, the curator, I acquired a clear daily routine. Morning in the workplace began with a cup of coffee and viewing documents. Then there were business meetings, and after lunch - communication with the wards. New girls were rarely given to my care, so these events always broke my plans. And today, as soon as I took a cup of aromatic, scalding coffee and tuned in for a leisurely work with papers, Samon flew into the office with a hurricane.
- Good morning, Mr. Curator! - from the threshold he blurted out. - I am instructed ...
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- Good morning, Mr. Curator! - from the threshold he blurted out. - I am instructed ...
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For questioning, Nancy was called at night. A man entered the camera, pushed her, put a black bag on his head and, without letting her recover, he dragged somewhere along long corridors.
When the bag was removed, Nancy found herself standing in a small room. In the center stood a metal table, behind which sat a strong man of about thirty in the form of a junior officer. A dim light bulb without a ceiling dangled under the ceiling and barely shone, because of which the corners of the room sank in the shadows. But despite this, Nancy saw a fig ...
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When the bag was removed, Nancy found herself standing in a small room. In the center stood a metal table, behind which sat a strong man of about thirty in the form of a junior officer. A dim light bulb without a ceiling dangled under the ceiling and barely shone, because of which the corners of the room sank in the shadows. But despite this, Nancy saw a fig ...
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