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Baldman.
Whatever he was in reality – even though all sprinkled with chocolate and vanilla! It is no secret that the female soul is such a darkness that not only men wander in them, but also the owners themselves.
Not the word, not the movement, not at that hour, not on that day – bang! – and instead of a positive review in the Book of Complaints, a malicious inscription appears.

What can you do, such is life.
Such is its dialectic.
Do not you know that the same event can be interpreted completely differently? But people manage to call black white white and black white.
And, at all without being confused, that mold frank crap! My aunt, for example, doesn’t like Westerns, but she enjoys watching American-Canadian hockey.
My former friend often said that cheating was the most serious offense of a man, and when I left for a long trip, I fucked my wife.
On the fence, some kind of pimply cretin wrote “Hu.
“but I know for sure

Office sex caught on hidden camera.

that there are no penises behind the wood and there are firewood there.
Life is full of inconsistencies and opposites, most of them are not understood by us.
I cannot say that I admire you, Mr. Baldman.
But I have respect for you.
Maybe I would like to be in your place, but not those abilities.
My regret is not black – it is white.
I do not envy you – just a little dream.
When I take your archive out of the cache and look again.
Finally – about the one who brewed all this mess.
The girl’s name was Masha.
Yes, yes, you heard right, she is Russian! The only one who decided to use Baldman’s “weapon” against him – in advance, put her hidden video camera in his office and filmed the whole process on film.
From that film, and all spun.
If it hadn’t been for her, if Masha had not entered the college through an affiliate program, no one would have known about Mr. Baldman and his fifty girls.
There would be hundreds of newspaper articles, dozens of television reports, “oh-akhov” excited society.

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Russian played its role in front of the lens, as if studying not an economist, but in the theater! “Purely Stanislavsky!”.
She quietly installed, secretly took away the hidden equipment – the teacher did not notice.
I did not think that such a thread is capable of that.
And in vain! Found A duplicate of the film hit the police – so the loudest sexual affair of the state began.
The press licked her fingers in anticipation of the scandal.
Newspapers, radio and television savored the details.
Ratings crawled sharply up, the bosses happily rubbed their sweaty palms.
And the crowd (outwardly spitting and indignant) was looking forward to the next news and juicy nuances of intimate relations between the teacher and his students.
Mr. Baldman, where are you now? We need you, hear! You are in demand, they want you! Where are you, dear you our ???.
We arrived on time.
And all the other guys too.
Ignoring officialdom, we managed to lift our spirits up by 150 grams each and hit the hall when the music was already tearing with might and main, and the lights were slowly quenched, giving way to multi-colored searchlights.
In their flashing light, only vague silhouettes can be discerned.
Probably, it is specially conceived in order not to offend the views of the spectacle of drunken students.
Noticing Anna Sergeyevna standing nearby, I went to her, hoping to invite her to dance first.
At first, however, I had to wait for slow music.
Surprisingly easy, she agreed to the invitation and putting her hands on my shoulders, we swayed in the dance.
On closer examination, she was noticeably drunk, which theoretically should have made my task easier.
Gradually, not without my help, we moved to a dark and relatively deserted corner.
My hands no longer hiding her buttocks, glide over them, stroking and feeling through the thin fabric.
Risen member rests on her stomach.
I do not understand, whether she allows it to me, or simply does not notice.
Having decided that he still permits, brazenly I put my hands under my skirt.
By this time we are no longer dancing, but just standing, swaying slightly.
My palms slowly slide up the slippery nylon.
Wow! Under the fingers already cool smooth skin.
Is she in stockings? Hands themselves moved up.
It makes a noise in my head.
Probably, I went over vodka.
I stand at the wall, slightly staggering and watching the dancers.
Seregin walked up, said something, pulling his hands to his waist.
Probably calling dancing.
Why not? Yes-ah, I just went over.
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