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[ATTENTION! The story described in this story is very specific. If you have no interest in extreme practices of humiliation, it is better to refrain from reading. ]
This story is about how Lena Toilet bowl, that is, I became what it is. This tale can only partly be considered a prequel to the “Dacha Holiday”, because the described events took place much earlier, about 6 years ago. Then I was a teacher of social studies, most recently came to school after graduation, and immediately received ...
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This story is about how Lena Toilet bowl, that is, I became what it is. This tale can only partly be considered a prequel to the “Dacha Holiday”, because the described events took place much earlier, about 6 years ago. Then I was a teacher of social studies, most recently came to school after graduation, and immediately received ...
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- Do not Cry!
The voice was harsh and disdainful.
Tears flowed down my face, I bit my sponge so painfully that I would not cry out loud, but I could not cope with tears. - Yes, why are you roaring, you fool? The guys are all their own, no one will tell anyone. And you sob, as if you have already been exposed to the Internet.
I sobbed and roared desperately at the goal, could not resist. - So, the roar. Bend over the sink ...
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The voice was harsh and disdainful.
Tears flowed down my face, I bit my sponge so painfully that I would not cry out loud, but I could not cope with tears. - Yes, why are you roaring, you fool? The guys are all their own, no one will tell anyone. And you sob, as if you have already been exposed to the Internet.
I sobbed and roared desperately at the goal, could not resist. - So, the roar. Bend over the sink ...
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In one town in the south of the USA, a competition was held annually - 20 girls who had passed preliminary competitions could participate in it. There was only one task - to drink as much water as the jury would say and not to go to the toilet and endure it as long as possible. The girl with the strongest ...
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Six months have passed since my initiation. To say that my life has changed since then - to say nothing. Both of my former students quickly got into the possession of me, and I melted from the awareness of my usefulness and belonging, from the realization that I, finally, have a purpose in life — to serve a beautiful, intelligent ...
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She did her best to pay attention to her. An attractive brunette of about twenty with something, a business skirt a bit shorter than usual, a blouse seductively fits her toned body, black bra laces stand out clearly under a white cloth. Long dark hair was not in perfect condition, an unacceptable hairstyle at a business meeting, but neat enough to go to some cafe in the evening ... In which she actually sat now, sipping an alcoholic cocktail, and ...
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Lena ... that was the name of the most beautiful girl from my course, and from the first day of study this beautiful name did not go out of my head. In her clothes, she often combined tight jeans that emphasized her big, elastic ass and open blouses, revealing neat, tanned shoulders. When her eyes were big, black like those of a gypsy, they turned in my direction, I literally blushed with embarrassment.
At eighteen, I remained a virgin. Yes, what a sin to confess, did not even kiss once! I did not appear ...
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At eighteen, I remained a virgin. Yes, what a sin to confess, did not even kiss once! I did not appear ...
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