I get a massage from my son's friend and we end up fucking.

I think you should attend a lot in a month, right?

Yeah, too much for me.

Yeah, it's right there.

Yeah?

Yeah.

And this stress at work and everything.

Yeah.

Well, I'd do one thing for this, too.

You know not my job?

No, because in the end there are a lot of women who tend to the day.

But they have nothing to do with it.

But stay a man.

He wants.

For you as a daughter.

Oh, yeah.

I just do it to my job, I'm a professional at my job.

Oh, well, that's pretty cool.

Sure.

So with total confidence.

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, good.

Of what?

For yourself.

Of trust?

Yeah.

And I can have a lot of trust with you?

Well...

I don't know, it hurts to think about it.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Think what?

For instance.

Front and back?

Yeah.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, I complete it there, don't I?

Yeah.

Really, a friend of mine recommended it.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Oh, dear God.

But I saw you in bed.

And do you have employees or just alespon?

No, alone.

Here I am alone.

Don't you have like a lombette I think?

What, one?

Yes, please.

Why is that?

Because we see it that way.

Oh, yeah?

You feel sorry for him?

Yeah.

Obviously afraid.

No, you can't be afraid.

Just enjoy.

Relax.

Oh, my legs are so broken when I come in.

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