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08 I stepped through the main entrance in surprise at 6:25 p.m. Fortunately, the porter had already gone home. I hurried directly to the resident of my brother. Dr. Münster had kept word. Markus was alone again, the rest of the troop was apparently in the theater. In pressed in next to me the couch. In 40 minutes I was finished with Markus. Now I was facing the walk into the management room. There was nothing to be noticeable on the outside, but inside my knees and waves of tension and fear chased me through my body.
I slipped into the high heels, drove through my hair and closed the door behind me. The sound of the long, pencil thin heels on the stone floor sounded like the constant constant fire of a tired sniper. At home everything had been so clear to me. My shaky hands and Feet brought me back to the bottom of the facts. The door to dr. Münster’s office was open. I swallowed briefly and opened my coat myself. The brae stood my full, heavy breasts as on an artistically prepared tray of sensuality.
The two Nipple Stared and curiously forward. The warts stood fed up and darkly from the light skin of my breast. As by itself, the suspenders emphasized the precisely cut, dark triangle of my pubic hair. My pink labia were still in sleep, but it would certainly not take long and they would swell, dark and juicy. The black nylons emphasized my long, slim Legs, who are enthroned on long high heels.
It was perfect. I entered. Dr. Münster looked up and in his eyes there was sexual greed and complete surprise. He had expected a broken, compliant woman, a willless slave for his perverse deserts. What he saw was a queen of the eroticism – Highly raised head, proud and sensual I entered and presented him with the treasures of my body full of devotion. For a few moment he was spending the language.
Then he had come back. He got up and came up to me. – Come here, you horny bitch … I stayed where I was and looked into his eyes. He stopped in front of me, baked my head with both hands, pulled into himself and chased his tongue in my mouth. His hands greedily sought my breasts and pressed and pressed the sensitive tissue. I looked at him and started with my long, slim Finger To open the individual shirt buttons from top to bottom.
His breath became heavier and deeper. He pressed his pelvis between my thighs and I replied with circular, sensual movements of my lap. I could feel his stiff limb through the fabric of his pants. I was sure he had put it all differently, but excited how he was, he first read the evening with me. He was not wearing an undershirt and my hands touched his heated and excited skin directly.
I shared thieves halves of his shirt and rubbed my plump breasts with her stiff nipples on his soft skin. I groaned involuntarily. Before he could get to me, I opened his belt buckle myself and the button of his hole. To increase the anticipation, I massaged its limb through the thin fabric of the pants. Dr. Münster slowly went backwards and settled on his desk plate. I grazed his pants from his legs and drove my hand directly into his panties.
Hot came to me hot and throbbing erection in contrast to. I took his swollen trunk in my hand, brought him into freedom and put my mouth over his glans. Dr. Münster groaned. His hands massaged my breasts while spoiling his masculinity with tongue and lips. Everything that I had ever learned about the subtleties of the male link, I now put on and around. My tongue circled its plump glans, my mouth sucked up playfully, my hands wandered up and down his erect trunk.
Dr. Münster was in the process of losing the version. Apparently he didn’t want to get into my mouth immediately because he pulled me up my breasts. In the same way, I laid my upper body up, always careful that my erect warts always touched his hot skin. He had closed his eyes in a delightful way. My attack came completely unexpectedly, hard and precisely, as the right guide Muhammed Ali’s in the fight against Joe Frazier.
With all the strength, Diemir was available, I rammed my knee into the abdomen. Dr. Münster immediately worked together and broke down on the floor in front of me. His hands cramped his abused soft tissues, he desperately grabbed air like a from the depths of the sea to the Beach thrown fish. I went into my right coat pocket and brought out the handcuffs that I had bought as a precaution. It clicked four times in rapid sequence: right hand, left hand, right foot, left foot.
From the other mantle bag I got a scissible tissue and cut down a decent piece with a scissors brought with me. I waited until his breath had calmed down a little. Then I glued his mouth to him. Full of hatred and pain, his eyes stared at me. I checked whether he could breathe through his nose – ok. The worst was over for the time being. It was much faster and easier than I had imagined.
Now I was no longer allowed to lose time. I pulled the high heels, closed my coat in need and ran barefoot to my brother’s living unit. I got him and the suitcase that I had parked there …
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