C30 When No Polish

"The gods of love know everything."

"They are from Philippineville of Polish SODRA sect in Netherlands."

"Yes they did settle well in their Dutch Holidays park."

Cuban Pete did help carry me home from a local bar pass drawing bridge. We left our bicycles as we were not fit to walk from good drinking.

I did hate Elle's Recruits B.V company to learn what they have done to me but I was glad my sexual juices did not stop flowing.

You never knew Rob Dutch flow of story through our holiday park. I did think of hoping to sober before I work.

He was a one villain feudal Lord.

Cuban Pete did help me to see me into the velvet sofa and he did step out to smoke.

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The fat landlady Agnieshka I did remember her name never felt to suck on my Spaniard's large long love.

I did remember her a while ago but I was there standing now as I am in black leather jacket wearing dark denim jeans.

I am holding my cigarette to see her walking across a garden fence well cut and neat in her dressing gown to ask me who I am visiting at a late hour in her monitored holiday park.

Her loose nightgown I lifted up I could access her love.

She did press against the yellow wooden house frame holding her hands to her sides while my fingers did it to work.

I made it her way to her epic point helping her lift fat to see it well.

It slid right in. I was hoping to speed up juices flow. Her mouth is busy kissing.

The moment did seem right: all the planets between our stars aligned. I was able to observe from below.

Her mouth did resist me kissing her but slowly her arsonist jaws did spread open while our wet tentacles did join.

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When I fell in love once, I had a love story with good-looking student Sarah Reika Aika.

I was up early in the morning seeing Cuban Pete sleeping on the floor holding in one hand a bottle of spirits in the other a black clothing familiar to womenswear.

I woke him up and made us both a great bowl of breakfast. Our submachine gunner would feel great.

He drank the last drops of tequila and I was sure he was not fit to walk but we took a shower and before the afternoon shift woke up we left.

It was great have our morning walk to our bicycles we left due to not fit to walk we took our locks open and part our ways we did agree to meet and talk further to see how we can fight Rob Dutch empire of sadition and sexual evil.

I made my way late to work feeling spent and unable to see who it was, a sick man behind a master plan taking my life for a tool.

"Yes brother she was a proper whore."

Karl once told me laughing with Rob Dutch from Elle's Recruits Agency.

I heard it past the doors I walked in and my ears dropped.

The warehouse of the distribution centre did make a huge building complex from four warehouses holding above one hundred gates and work was ongoing day and night shipping items in the largest logistics business site in the whole country.

The Netherlands Kingdom is an epic centre of European logistics where goods go in and out from the heart of Europe.

They hold no harbour because every city is a harbour made out of shipping canals.

The train tracks and trucks do not stop moving the goods past Europe.

I spoke on call to London about my adventures with fellow business school students.

We agreed to finish my work at lunchtime.

"They made me feel dirty. I hate working for them."

"What happened brother."

"I fell in love with my boss' wife and we had a great juicy affair to learn she is sleeping with a guy with a huge beard named Merlin like a wizard from movie night."

"This does not sound like a problem to me."

"They took away my work privileges and I think the boss arranged the set up plan himself."

"You should make her pregnant and screw him over. He will come down, he will settle a knot. It will be better for both of you to stay like a huge family."

"I would love one big fantasy but how to make her suck my cook again."

"You know your university brothers, they never give out best secrets."

"I think I am out for a mission."

"I still miss my sweetheart Aika."

"You get over her, she is screwing someone over."

"No, she was the best. I had her in Oxford hall and she visited me in London for tempting love."

"Ok. You take care brother and I have to go. I keep a lady waiting in a cafe. I hope she will not overdose caffeine."

I did cycle back to holiday park hoping I can find my plan to find fast within myself not knowing I fought a pure evil of neo racism.

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"I give everything you ever need and find a way to turn you into a monster then I write a book about you and you die like a monster."

We did feel joy talking, both covered in sweat hugging each other in a single bed.

Close to our bed the red dress without a bra or underwear near it to be found.

We found ourselves completely naked in our bed.

The sex with Dutch housewive she asked to walk in and ask to help her charge her mobile on my bed while housemaster and three polish henchmen listen in a living room.

I knew Cuban Pete did something to our housemaster. She did feel shy about talking with me.

It was her second visit to ask for an iPhone charger and showed me the agreed time on her mobile. It was a code to password she is wearing nothing for me.

Her juicy married love nest did bring many children Dutch fool next door but she made me feel good.

A day later she did ask me to come over and cook for her family American chicken BBQ.

I was happy to assist her and learn about her while I tilted her dress near the fresh laundry corner of her house on a sunny Netherlands day.

While I did ask her husband to help me flip over the chicken I could use a toilet and her hand was already inviting me beneath the corner.

It did feel great she stroked it out passionately kissing me and lifting her fit leg to side quickly accommodating me to joy and sorrows of her happiness.

But it was nothing like Sarah nor Justina the way they treated me with their love.

I had in mind a disclaimer to read carefully if you want to have sex for free.

The Polish prostitution ring cult known to be Sex Orgy Disgrace Racism Anarchism to be SODRA did infiltrated their clientele through casual sexual and legal sex service for Dutch Prime Minister Mark Rudolf.

It was a designed plan to fit their sexual desires and orgies the Netherlands Queen could spy her government.

The Polish prostitution sects love nest trap revealing their true skins and colours of pleasures behind desires in red.

But we are about to learn about it later.

I was worried to death about Justina Valentine's life and her failed marriage when her husband brought her from Poland in sorrows.

Thinking about Justina's point of view of her falling for Merlin's love affair; she felt disappointing encouragement of lies his henchmen made a theatre of them.

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"Are you planning on doing something near the reservoir like last time?"

"I could do kurva like you over and over again, not caring how many men you see around the corner for me to learn like kurva you are."

He had me lay in my sorrows seeing how those men abused me. I only loved him on our wedding night.

This kurva forceful husband utilised my undying love to use for henchmen feed on me and in me near falling water no one learned I was a victim.

He broke my heart and made his hot sake to his mission supply and demand of Netherlands Queens careful planning.

I was young and looking in good spirits. My heart did shine the moment I learned men were sick.

They forced me in filming me and showing me next morning our whole wedding ceremony including how we left in our limousine but to detour from our holiday they force me out him smiling and sitting in a back seat to watch how camera continues to film me waiting in a que all fragile held down letting my tear out looking at him.

They did make turns, not counting the time they held me on the car's engine for fun revving the engine to keep my heart pumping. They made their deal with Queen of Netherlands Patricia Willingness.

I opened my stomach to see how they sat together with me and watched the same screen of us.

"You have no future left in Poland and you leave with us to work in the Netherlands."

Zbigniav News did rub my leg in a soiled wedding dress.

"Yes you know how much fun we had last night and our morning can be yours."

Damien News did open my underwear off my mouth to wipe my tears and let me speak my answer.

While this half Polish fool stood there and rubbed his hands to see me cry he could profit to his new business proposal.

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I walk to Brad Mat's hotel room in Lublin and open my coat displaying naked goods to see him open doors.

I was unable to tell him the truth but share my love behind the curtains not revealing my bleeding heart truth.

I was a victim of a tool to sex slavery my husband did marry me only in Poland.

"I love you, ring my doorbell."

Bradley stood in the hotel gown only as I slid my hand in to stroke him out of his comfort zone.

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