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Weak character and compassion always distinguished me from peers. After a lunch the hungry feral whores who became like cattle to a complete sexual outrage - slaves came back, and everything repeated. My drug didn't affect Angela. As I tried, she remained indifferent to any contact with the Ring. "How then drug worked on the slave Homicha to Lyudochk Lyudoyedkin?" — I suffered a question. However, because of full lack of sex in life, the sergeant of militia could be bulged also from someone else's drug, and even without it. Except that, I came to a conclusion that to Gold switched in day of Test from Müller to me. Presence of contacts at the Armenian didn't cause doubts. Studying of properties of the Ring reminded solving of a puzzle more and more. I everything only wanted to switch A the big girl, to release her. Then I didn't know yet how Release works. stories erotic *** In the Temple of Seven Keys final. 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