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6:10 pm At this moment, a heated debate between me and Terry to know if I have to go to this party or not bursts. Me, I vote no but he votes yes so everything remains open and we continue to debate on this silly subject that ultimately will not bring much to my professional life or my private life. Finally this is only my opinion. For him, going there would allow me to make myself known in person and thus that people from the entertainment world appreciate my name and my image. I think, however, that my name and image are sufficiently widespread. Some examples are enough to prove what I say. Recently I am known for being arrested by the police or to have been pursued live by a pervert. Soon TV advertising in which I wear very few clothes will be broadcast in Japan and will cause a sensation. Other reasons, my parents are very rich people and my boyfriend is with me for this reason according to the media. I also earn too much money for a beginner. It is in my humble opinion enough to make me known and I have no desire to meet these people to whom I will not dare to speak. After an hour during which Terry did not stop irritating me, I give in because otherwise, he will spend the evening to push me to go there so I dress right now for this ordeal stops. summer dress with spaghetti straps with a red and yellow floral pattern, tribal print style, yellow ocher high heel sandals and a white gold designer jewelry representing an owl that I find very cute and I note that the time of departure has already arrived.
7:45 pm I ask Molosse 1 who drives to slow down so that I could admire Beverly Hills. Am I lying? Yes. Although this neighborhood is very pretty but the truth is that I want to arrive at this party as late as possible. But according to the GPS, we are two minutes from the point of contact with the target. Target reached, I present the shit paper who was sent to me, to the security officers who are in front of the portal and after confirmation, they allow me to enter. Security is everywhere here. Camera at the gate, security agents everywhere in the huge land that must serve as garden, master dogs... Do they protect themselves more than the president himself or have they received threats? After a minute, I finally see the house that can not be called home. It's huge, insane and much too modern. But why, like my parents, these very rich people buy these ugly and modern things instead of to pay for old houses full of charms. Our car stops and loud music breaks my eardrums. A kind of techno, whose boom boom shakes the ground on which I just put foot after a kind of old-fashioned butler opened the door of the car. From the modern and the old, look for the mistake. The penguin leads me inside where a sight that I had never seen before surprises me. The first woman to approach me, does not even bother to stop to talk to me but slips into my ear. "It's not a party with rhinestones and glitter, go home quickly. It's a very private evening among millionaires in the area and I think you must have deceived yourself. "Taking into account that I have not eaten yet and seeing the delicious food on the tables in front of me, I forget what this strange woman has just said. Women and men are everywhere but do a lot of different things. Three women are dancing bare breasts on a table while no one is looking at them. Some have isolated themselves behind a huge screen but I do not see what they do. The majority is busy talking around the pool with a drink in hand. I think I'll probably still be the only one girl who will be minor at this party so drinking in front of the others would not be good for me. In short, alcohol free for the little girl. "You feel the sex you." A thirty-year-old woman who dances sticking her body against my back and stroking my hip and waist, just told me this sentence. I burst out laughing and move away but several people have noticed me and seems to want to discuss. But, seeing the empty eyes of some, it is not sure that they can even think, so talk will be difficult for them. I recognize an old guy approaching, he was playing in Pulp Fiction, one of the only normal movie I watched in the past. He seems normal but has just turned around having been caught by another guy with an old-fashioned banana bag that seems filled. Fuck, but they are all sticky, completely amorphous and all talk at the same time.
One of the girls present holds me by the hand and then looking at me licks her lips. "Hi little girl, I'm glad you came. Call me Anne. "
She puts her hand on my buttocks. "Ok Anne but the hand on the buttocks is to greet the guests?"
She caress me down the ass? Other people talk to me, I respond with short sentences because these people are too many and the girl makes me feel uncomfortable fiddling in front of everyone. The most unlikely is that no one seems to be surprised or even paying attention. "Come with me little girl, I have something to show you."
While I am with her, I advance with apprehension, we climb a staircase and enter a room where three couples have fun intimately. "I think it's already busy Anne."
She take me in his arms and puts her hand in my bra. Her hands are decidedly expert, when she plays with my nipple, I feel my crotch wet and his other hand does not take long to lower my panties to caress me. "Little girl come play with us. You'll see, we're very kind to little girls like you. "
Two other men arrive in the room and one of them enters me directly without me being ready at all while the other begins to caress me the breasts. Very tender with me, you lying. I will not say that I do not like it on the contrary, two handsome men for me is a first but I have the impression of having fallen into a get-apens. To be fooled and invited to serve as a free whore gets on my nerves. I push this man violently with my foot and get out of this room without even put my panties that remained on the floor. I think my heel had to hurt this man very badly, so I take off my shoes and I run, go down the stairs to avoid being hit if this man is angry. I go through the two corridors that we borrowed just now, join the living room, then the corridor overlooking the entrance and I go out of this house. Finally the penguin drives me where the car is parked in which Molosse 2 plays with his smartphone while Molosse 1 is standing smoking next door. I open the door without waiting for the penguin to help me and enter. I ask Molosse 1 to start the car immediately so that we can leave this place without losing a moment. A conclusion to this sad evening is needed. When I do not agree with anything but Terry insists, I absolutely do not have to listen to it because what will result will be just a bunch of shit.
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6:10 pm At this moment, a heated debate between me and Terry to know if I have to go to this party or not bursts. Me, I vote no but he votes yes so everything remains open and we continue to debate on this silly subject that ultimately will not bring much to my professional life or my private life. Finally this is only my opinion. For him, going there would allow me to make myself known in person and thus that people from the entertainment world appreciate my name and my image. I think, however, that my name and image are sufficiently widespread. Some examples are enough to prove what I say. Recently I am known for being arrested by the police or to have been pursued live by a pervert. Soon TV advertising in which I wear very few clothes will be broadcast in Japan and will cause a sensation. Other reasons, my parents are very rich people and my boyfriend is with me for this reason according to the media. I also earn too much money for a beginner. It is in my humble opinion enough to make me known and I have no desire to meet these people to whom I will not dare to speak. After an hour during which Terry did not stop irritating me, I give in because otherwise, he will spend the evening to push me to go there so I dress right now for this ordeal stops. summer dress with spaghetti straps with a red and yellow floral pattern, tribal print style, yellow ocher high heel sandals and a white gold designer jewelry representing an owl that I find very cute and I note that the time of departure has already arrived.
7:45 pm I ask Molosse 1 who drives to slow down so that I could admire Beverly Hills. Am I lying? Yes. Although this neighborhood is very pretty but the truth is that I want to arrive at this party as late as possible. But according to the GPS, we are two minutes from the point of contact with the target. Target reached, I present the shit paper who was sent to me, to the security officers who are in front of the portal and after confirmation, they allow me to enter. Security is everywhere here. Camera at the gate, security agents everywhere in the huge land that must serve as garden, master dogs... Do they protect themselves more than the president himself or have they received threats? After a minute, I finally see the house that can not be called home. It's huge, insane and much too modern. But why, like my parents, these very rich people buy these ugly and modern things instead of to pay for old houses full of charms. Our car stops and loud music breaks my eardrums. A kind of techno, whose boom boom shakes the ground on which I just put foot after a kind of old-fashioned butler opened the door of the car. From the modern and the old, look for the mistake. The penguin leads me inside where a sight that I had never seen before surprises me. The first woman to approach me, does not even bother to stop to talk to me but slips into my ear. "It's not a party with rhinestones and glitter, go home quickly. It's a very private evening among millionaires in the area and I think you must have deceived yourself. "Taking into account that I have not eaten yet and seeing the delicious food on the tables in front of me, I forget what this strange woman has just said. Women and men are everywhere but do a lot of different things. Three women are dancing bare breasts on a table while no one is looking at them. Some have isolated themselves behind a huge screen but I do not see what they do. The majority is busy talking around the pool with a drink in hand. I think I'll probably still be the only one girl who will be minor at this party so drinking in front of the others would not be good for me. In short, alcohol free for the little girl. "You feel the sex you." A thirty-year-old woman who dances sticking her body against my back and stroking my hip and waist, just told me this sentence. I burst out laughing and move away but several people have noticed me and seems to want to discuss. But, seeing the empty eyes of some, it is not sure that they can even think, so talk will be difficult for them. I recognize an old guy approaching, he was playing in Pulp Fiction, one of the only normal movie I watched in the past. He seems normal but has just turned around having been caught by another guy with an old-fashioned banana bag that seems filled. Fuck, but they are all sticky, completely amorphous and all talk at the same time.
One of the girls present holds me by the hand and then looking at me licks her lips. "Hi little girl, I'm glad you came. Call me Anne. "
She puts her hand on my buttocks. "Ok Anne but the hand on the buttocks is to greet the guests?"
She caress me down the ass? Other people talk to me, I respond with short sentences because these people are too many and the girl makes me feel uncomfortable fiddling in front of everyone. The most unlikely is that no one seems to be surprised or even paying attention. "Come with me little girl, I have something to show you."
While I am with her, I advance with apprehension, we climb a staircase and enter a room where three couples have fun intimately. "I think it's already busy Anne."
She take me in his arms and puts her hand in my bra. Her hands are decidedly expert, when she plays with my nipple, I feel my crotch wet and his other hand does not take long to lower my panties to caress me. "Little girl come play with us. You'll see, we're very kind to little girls like you. "
Two other men arrive in the room and one of them enters me directly without me being ready at all while the other begins to caress me the breasts. Very tender with me, you lying. I will not say that I do not like it on the contrary, two handsome men for me is a first but I have the impression of having fallen into a get-apens. To be fooled and invited to serve as a free whore gets on my nerves. I push this man violently with my foot and get out of this room without even put my panties that remained on the floor. I think my heel had to hurt this man very badly, so I take off my shoes and I run, go down the stairs to avoid being hit if this man is angry. I go through the two corridors that we borrowed just now, join the living room, then the corridor overlooking the entrance and I go out of this house. Finally the penguin drives me where the car is parked in which Molosse 2 plays with his smartphone while Molosse 1 is standing smoking next door. I open the door without waiting for the penguin to help me and enter. I ask Molosse 1 to start the car immediately so that we can leave this place without losing a moment. A conclusion to this sad evening is needed. When I do not agree with anything but Terry insists, I absolutely do not have to listen to it because what will result will be just a bunch of shit.
6:10 pm At this moment, a heated debate between me and Terry to know if I have to go to this party or not bursts. Me, I vote no but he votes yes so everything remains open and we continue to debate on this silly subject that ultimately will not bring much to my professional life or my private life. Finally this is only my opinion. For him, going there would allow me to make myself known in person and thus that people from the entertainment world appreciate my name and my image. I think, however, that my name and image are sufficiently widespread. Some examples are enough to prove what I say. Recently I am known for being arrested by the police or to have been pursued live by a pervert. Soon TV advertising in which I wear very few clothes will be broadcast in Japan and will cause a sensation. Other reasons, my parents are very rich people and my boyfriend is with me for this reason according to the media. I also earn too much money for a beginner. It is in my humble opinion enough to make me known and I have no desire to meet these people to whom I will not dare to speak. After an hour during which Terry did not stop irritating me, I give in because otherwise, he will spend the evening to push me to go there so I dress right now for this ordeal stops. summer dress with spaghetti straps with a red and yellow floral pattern, tribal print style, yellow ocher high heel sandals and a white gold designer jewelry representing an owl that I find very cute and I note that the time of departure has already arrived.7:45 pm I ask Molosse 1 who drives to slow down so that I could admire Beverly Hills. Am I lying? Yes. Although this neighborhood is very pretty but the truth is that I want to arrive at this party as late as possible. But according to the GPS, we are two minutes from the point of contact with the target. Target reached, I present the shit paper who was sent to me, to the security officers who are in front of the portal and after confirmation, they allow me to enter. Security is everywhere here. Camera at the gate, security agents everywhere in the huge land that must serve as garden, master dogs... Do they protect themselves more than the president himself or have they received threats? After a minute, I finally see the house that can not be called home. It's huge, insane and much too modern. But why, like my parents, these very rich people buy these ugly and modern things instead of to pay for old houses full of charms. Our car stops and loud music breaks my eardrums. A kind of techno, whose boom boom shakes the ground on which I just put foot after a kind of old-fashioned butler opened the door of the car. From the modern and the old, look for the mistake. The penguin leads me inside where a sight that I had never seen before surprises me. The first woman to approach me, does not even bother to stop to talk to me but slips into my ear. "It's not a party with rhinestones and glitter, go home quickly. It's a very private evening among millionaires in the area and I think you must have deceived yourself. "Taking into account that I have not eaten yet and seeing the delicious food on the tables in front of me, I forget what this strange woman has just said. Women and men are everywhere but do a lot of different things. Three women are dancing bare breasts on a table while no one is looking at them. Some have isolated themselves behind a huge screen but I do not see what they do. The majority is busy talking around the pool with a drink in hand. I think I'll probably still be the only one girl who will be minor at this party so drinking in front of the others would not be good for me. In short, alcohol free for the little girl. "You feel the sex you." A thirty-year-old woman who dances sticking her body against my back and stroking my hip and waist, just told me this sentence. I burst out laughing and move away but several people have noticed me and seems to want to discuss. But, seeing the empty eyes of some, it is not sure that they can even think, so talk will be difficult for them. I recognize an old guy approaching, he was playing in Pulp Fiction, one of the only normal movie I watched in the past. He seems normal but has just turned around having been caught by another guy with an old-fashioned banana bag that seems filled. Fuck, but they are all sticky, completely amorphous and all talk at the same time.One of the girls present holds me by the hand and then looking at me licks her lips. "Hi little girl, I'm glad you came. Call me Anne. "She puts her hand on my buttocks. "Ok Anne but the hand on the buttocks is to greet the guests?"She caress me down the ass? Other people talk to me, I respond with short sentences because these people are too many and the girl makes me feel uncomfortable fiddling in front of everyone. The most unlikely is that no one seems to be surprised or even paying attention. "Come with me little girl, I have something to show you."While I am with her, I advance with apprehension, we climb a staircase and enter a room where three couples have fun intimately. "I think it's already busy Anne."She take me in his arms and puts her hand in my bra. Her hands are decidedly expert, when she plays with my nipple, I feel my crotch wet and his other hand does not take long to lower my panties to caress me. "Little girl come play with us. You'll see, we're very kind to little girls like you. "Two other men arrive in the room and one of them enters me directly without me being ready at all while the other begins to caress me the breasts. Very tender with me, you lying. I will not say that I do not like it on the contrary, two handsome men for me is a first but I have the impression of having fallen into a get-apens. To be fooled and invited to serve as a free whore gets on my nerves. I push this man violently with my foot and get out of this room without even put my panties that remained on the floor. I think my heel had to hurt this man very badly, so I take off my shoes and I run, go down the stairs to avoid being hit if this man is angry. I go through the two corridors that we borrowed just now, join the living room, then the corridor overlooking the entrance and I go out of this house. Finally the penguin drives me where the car is parked in which Molosse 2 plays with his smartphone while Molosse 1 is standing smoking next door. I open the door without waiting for the penguin to help me and enter. I ask Molosse 1 to start the car immediately so that we can leave this place without losing a moment. A conclusion to this sad evening is needed. When I do not agree with anything but Terry insists, I absolutely do not have to listen to it because what will result will be just a bunch of shit.
