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Yes, the main time to stop.
Since I drank freedom and independence, and more and more I pull into it.
What if I do not want to return to him from the next trip, to meet someone prince and stay with him.

BUT? But my husband is too self-confident, he considers

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himself out of competition.
What gives him such self-confidence? I do not understand! An ordinary man, not a macho.
Complex issue.
Well, I’ll go as I dine.
I went down to a Japanese restaurant.
I always have dinner in it when I stay at this hotel.
My favorite table by the window was free.
I sat down for him and, without reading the menu, told the waiter “One portion of white sushi and pink sake.” He bowed and walked away.
I began to look at the restaurant with curiosity.
In the distance sat a couple of older Japanese.
In the depths of the hall, they were feasting on some noisy company of businessmen, apparently not drinking sake.
Two more couples were still sitting.
That’s all.
An administrator with two waiters walked past me.
They muffled something discussed.
“Where shall we put the African prince?” “I think that in the center, closer to the windows with a view of the Kremlin” “At the present is everything ready for his arrival?” “Yes, the menu was negotiated 10 days before his visit.” They left, I lost interest in this, especially since the waiter appeared with my order.
“Madam, will you bring the instruments?” “No,” I answered. “I will eat with chopsticks.”
“He poured hot pink sake into my little bowl and walked away.
I let go of him with a nod.
After drinking sake, I put sushi on a plate and began to eat.
Literally 10 minutes later, a Negro entered the hall, apparently a guard.
He was with the earpiece, walked around the restaurant and said something quietly.
A few more people entered the hall and spread out in the corners in the shade.
After that, two more blacks came in, threw open the doors, and another black guy entered the hall.

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After examining the hall and keeping his eyes on me, he walked into the hall to a table, near which the administrator and waiters stood at the hood.
One of the Negroes whispered something in the administrator’s ear, and he left, making it clear to the waiters that I would serve a cool Negro for his people.
After that, they brought him some food, sake and something else.
And he began to eat silently.
But this whole situation created a tense atmosphere in the restaurant and the feeling of comfort disappeared.
I ordered jasmine tea and lost my thoughts.
I was sitting half a turn to the table of the negro, he was sitting facing me.
Suddenly I felt someone’s look on me.
I glanced out of the corner of my eye into the hall and saw that the black man was simply riveted on me and was staring at me intently.
I did not understand at first what could have attracted his attention, and began to imperceptibly examine my costume.
It’s okay
An ordinary blouse by Christian Dior, her skirt, a little short.
Oh, that’s the thing.
I relaxed a bit and slid a little bit forward on the chair, waiting for tea, my skirt came up and there were visible laces of bodily stockings and straps of fastenings snapped on the stockings and visible from under the edge of the skirt.
Here is a monkey, stocking did not see, or what.
I did not straighten my skirt, but instead stretched my leg over my leg and began to drink tea.
After finishing my dinner I paid off and left the restaurant.
Coming out of the door, I turned around, and cast a glance at the Negro.
He watched me go.
I went out and went to the bar to drink a glass of liquor and cappuccino.
Going down to the dates I went to the darkest part of it and sat on a soft sofa, falling into it.
Bliss.
I threw off my shoes in the dark and threw my legs on the sofa.
After ordering my favorite Irish cream and cappuccino, I closed my eyes and listened to the jazz flowing from the little scene.
Mentally played the saxophone.
I took a small sip of liquor and holding it in my mouth, swallowed.
“Why doesn’t sperm taste like liquor?” I smiled to myself.
Cappuccino was great.
I drank it in small sips, taking breaks in liquor in my mouth, slowly dissolving it in my mouth, rubbing its aroma over the sky and exhaling through my nose to improve my taste.
Something is missing.
I understood what it was.
I snapped my finger and a waiter appeared at the front door.
“Cuban women’s cigar” I said.
A minute later he came to me, carrying a wooden box with cigars.
Opening it in front of me, he froze.
I looked at cigars for a long time, choosing a hand-twist from one cigar and stopped at one of them.
Taking it, I took a long wooden mouthpiece with white gold and platinum inserts from my purse, bit the tip of the cigar with gelatin, and summoning the waiter, smoked a cigar match. Live facebook sexy.

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