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This is a story made up of several segments, ie. More than a story, forming a whole. The story is this one guy who is a transvestite and in addition it has become a masochist. All this has become thanks to the parents. It is a story about a sexual relationship between mother and son who started thanks to her became supple slut other men. The word masochism is derived from the name of the Austrian writer Leopold Sacher-Masoch V. (1836th-1895th), whose characters are sexually enjoy the pain. In sexual masochism, a person feels sexual stimulation and pleasure through pain and humiliation from her partner. A person must have experience recurrent, intense sexual fantasies, impulses or behaviors including acts of humiliation, shock or tying, often through ritualistic kitchen doors behavior. ... After a while I realized that Lydia, my wife, sometimes other men went to bed. These trips are not her bothered me. We work out and be tolerated. They are a married couple in which one side could not say anything bad ... Our marriage was in fact a farce from the beginning. Mask for both. She got a wife who was a plain little schmuck who is not a nuisance and I, "a twerp" I covered myself this marriage concealing their preferences about which even my wife knew nothing. Beside me, this free could scribble and spend it with men such as her really impressed with and what are she really liked. Macho types. But let's start with the story. The introduction states that the whole story is made up of several stories that make a whole: -Adnan my fucking wife and I did cook kavu-, -Odijevanje mom's sexy lingerie and sex with my mom -, -Ciganin Adnan (fatal encounter) -I I gave him a blow job kurac-, -Odijevanje sexy lingerie in Adnan's stanu-, -Adnan me fucked in guzu-, Begins to turn into supple and obedient drolju-, -Pojebao my ass on the table in populist klubu-, kitchen doors -Vezanje, fuck, humiliation and tortura-, kitchen doors -Vraćao I long befitting kitchen doors to me all fucked in guzicu-, -Redaljka or, for a sentence of three young Roma fucked me in the ass -, - Payment of debt smoking kurčeva-, -Adnan in my house (the beginning of seduction my wife) -, -Lidija, Adnan and I for dinner in an expensive restoranu-, How I Met Lidiju-, kitchen doors -Re visit Adnan and reuse, more severe, torture (piss in mouth) -, -Adnan became our family friend -
Spacious sitting room, our home, is connected with a smaller room where the kitchen. Between the kitchen and the living room is only built the bar that separates the two rooms. From the living room leads into the bedroom. In fact it is not, as I said, our house but it is a house of my wife Lydia but considering that I live here I take the liberty to say, our house. I was in the kitchen and made coffee for his wife and her lover Adnan. The two of them at the same time, while I was making kitchen doors coffee, found in the bedroom. Accordion door connecting living room and bedroom was wide open. I could clearly hear the groans and loud sighs of my wife. At times the loud squealed and screamed painfully with a loud wail that would follow. I knew that Adnan violently and mercilessly beats. The door is intentionally left open so that I could listen. Although my Lidija kitchen doors initially opposed that door open Adnan has insisted on it and eventually it even more Lydia did not mind. Only now did not have permission to access and I could not open watch the fucking. That did not stop me to get settled against the wall beside the door itself in order to better hear what's kitchen doors going on inside, so that occasionally peek. I put coffee on the table at the moment when the door he heard a series of painful and
loud crying my Lydia mixed with joy. I had to peek risking me Adnan notice. kitchen doors The hands of my wife there were over her head and were related to the Stang beds above the headboard. Her head was thrown back and her face clearly saw painful grimace. Nõges her were wide and curling in the knees. Adnan was lying on his stomach at the foot of the bed with his hands and his head close to her pussy. I could not see well but I guessed that her pussy pushing a whole handful. Lydia lowered her head towards him, asking him to stop and that is untied because he has to go to work. Adnan got up and stood
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