Policy for the girl

I was standing on the side of the road and I was resting. The back of the car was full of cologne. I was bringing it from Baneh. On the way to the bag, I saw a girl. He looked me in the eye. I was sure that he thought that my son was just thinking about it for the same reason. He did not like the desire to enslave him. Once I blinked, she did not know anything about my feelings. Sitting in the car and leaving. I said, "Let me tell you this, but how did I get my wallet? I counted XNUMX thousand tomans and went to him. I said," Hello, you are a good lady. " I went to the sea and said with all my courage, if you allow me to lick the floor of the pato, XNUMX d I said yes, why the soles of my feet? Well, now I said believe me, I only like to lick the soles of my knees. I gave him another XNUMX. I said the rest. That's why he trusted me and came to take off his shoes. He was wearing a black sock in the car. I smelled his feet. What a pleasure it was. And he laughed and said, "Eat, eat, take off your socks." The taste of the soles of the feet of that Afghan girl, whose name I did not even know, was under my mouth. I gave it to him and delivered it, I counted it and he came to Tehran every week I was making Ellis, I was pissing her and I was giving her good money, but she finally understood what Mistress was and what her profession was. I'm in Turkey and I do not know if he has continued to be a mistress for various slaves, now it's his job, but if he is careless, he will probably have children in Kabul or in Tehran.