Finishing my peach hunt at the "Dying Regiment", I serve the harvest in a handheld basket knitted with vine twill as a mountain and head to the Merchant Alliance.
The time is still before noon. Across Ecchira Occhira and Central Square with heavy loads on one side in the non-weak sun of the early autumn.
"Sorry to bother you."
Built on the eastern side of the square, a rather large, people-friendly building with no luxury. As I walked in to greet the first floor, I approached the counter.
"Is it a plug? I'm always sorry."
What came out was an old man on the strong side who was even afraid to smile. If you get used to it, you'll be fine, but if you see it at first sight, you'll be frightened.
"Because I always take care of you"
Handing it back with a smile, the clerks who work behind the strong chief also look at this one and bow their heads.
The fruit that you are recommending is popular with everyone.
(Well, naturally)
Because it was the spiritual beasts who plowed the soil and planted the seeds and took care of them. I don't know fruits and vegetables that are better than this, even if they fit together in the past and present life.
After you leave the Merchant Alliance, I'll go to the stall in the square in front of you. After lunch because it looks like pizza, I walk along the street to the East Gate, peeking at the shops in the mall.
(Time for a good time)
Three peaches in a cloth bag were handed to a grass mechanic in a knight's hangar, and we had a chat named Exchange of Information while we had tea.
By the time it was over, it was not too late for lunch.
(Whorehouse opens mostly at noon)
Approximately an hour and a half to two hours, one comma of playtime. That's over, too, and if you're a seller, we'll get along when you're in the second circle.
The princesses of the chicks are the guests of the lobby. Both will be done with the warm air operation and starting to spin around well.
(Doesn't that store really matter?)
Gently shrugging his shoulders is a narrow alley south of Pleasure Street Avenue. "Windy Clouds in the Industry" is the newly opened, "Whorehouse School".
If you rank it, it's definitely below the lower level. But this store is packed with dreams and ideas from the industry's wind clouds and me and my best friend, the Knights of the Kingdom Skebemacchio.
"Girls who want to work in a whorehouse but can't help themselves"
"Even if you want to play, men with less money to be free"
One of the solutions to these two is the whorehouse school.
A whorehouse and a school that qualifies for graduation. Combining them made it possible to work while learning.
Their position is close to that of an apprentice, so their pay is low and therefore cheap.
"Hello, I'm here today."
When you open a cheap wooden door, it's a reception-only killing landscape, a room too small for a lobby.
A skinny, tired, middle-aged man sitting in the back of the counter looked at me and broke his face.
"Thanks for the other day. It helped a lot."
Voice in appearance. Neither of them is like Piercing Loch, but this person is the "wind cloud child who keeps breathing fresh wind into the industry".
I assure you, neither he nor I have introduced ourselves. But that won't be a big problem.
Because we're comrades connected by the "Love the Whorehouse" thing.
"Tickets are not allowed to be used on top of each other. Are guests allowed to wash their hands for female students?"
I heard what you said and did last time, and I snorted.
Wind clouds in the industry try to think a little and carry on the words.
"It's not so much a decision, it's a look. Customers who use their tickets like hot water and cage them in the hand wash with their female students are not."
I have to laugh bitterly as I scratch the back of my head with one hand.
Guests here want to play cheap, so they say "admission fee only" or "one ticket" most of the time.
He said I was the only one who bought tickets in bundles and wasted them without spending them.
"Then today, give me one ticket"
Then I'll be everyone.
Tonight's tightening is determined to be the groin of Teaching Light Patrol Sensei in Jayanne. For that reason, I'd like to keep it down to about one shot.
"Enjoy your stay now"
Having paid with a merchant guild card and dangling a blue bill from my neck, I went to the back of my room while getting dropped off by a tired middle-aged man.
When he pulled open the door there, he stepped into a short hallway with no windows leading to the classroom.
(That's pretty crowded)
Wooden drawer, next to the penetration of the hallway. Opening it will expand the landscape from the rear of the classroom.
Back of the girls students from the twenties, who book on blackboards, dark cosmetic teachers who seem to be in their late twenties, and take notes while letting their bras permeate their summer sailor clothes.
(Like)
Several men are kneeling on the floor and hugging them from behind, rubbing the breasts of female students to disturb the class.
But the popularity seemed to be lower body, and the guests who doubled it could be seen diving under the desk.
(Then so am I.)
When you start crawling through the classroom floor with four legs and put your head under your desk, you gouge open your closed thighs.
What appeared in front of me was a cloth covering the base of the leg, which cannot be hidden by a pleated skirt on the knee.
(Sounds nice)
Close your eyes to a light pastel collar with frills and exhale small.
This landscape is good, no matter how many, no matter how many.
(Ooh ho. slippery)
Youthful, tense skin on the inner thigh. Indulge that feeling with your palms and cheeks, press your head at the base and breathe deeply, moving next to you.
So I open my thighs again and stick my head inside my skirt. It was like a butterfly laddering a flower called a skirt.
(All right, I'm free)
Next up is one girl student I've been after for a while now.
Glossy black, long straight hair with an atmosphere that looks serious. I couldn't help but wanting to be mischievous, like the 'Chairman of the Commission'.
(Maybe it was sticky all the time?
Ever since I entered the room, I've been obsessed with the chairman of the committee for rubbing my chest and pillowing my knees. The reason he seemed to regret leaving was because the bills he was lowering from his neck went black.
(from blue to red to black, roughly two hours)
From the look of the boy, it's likely he was onto it through.
I don't know.
The most beautiful shape in the class, which attracts everyone's attention. Or a bright and pleasant sports girl. Apart from that, there is also a certain - and quite enthusiastic - demand for the President of the Commission type.
Unfortunately, women often do not understand such masculinity and underestimate their self-esteem.
(Which of these would you look closely at in the skirt of the robust chairman of the committee)
A boy leaving the classroom, the sound of a closing drawer. Listen to that, move to the front of her.
A quiet glance at the blackboard's venerable face, praying off the floor before diving, hands on both knees and pushing left and right.
Unexpectedly, a cloud of doubt arose that no force was needed, but it quickly became fog and disappeared.
(ho, this is)
The cloth behind the front on the back of the faceless face was stained with water, and by sticking it, it raised the shape of a large bud (stump).
After all, the desire to remain a boy was doing a lot of damage, even if the blow of stubbornness didn't penetrate him for financial reasons.
From opening to present. Perhaps if the rest time also continues to be stimulated, it is not impossible to make it ripe enough to melt.
(Hmm?)
Staring at nothing at the heart-washing view, the chairman of the brunette long committee began to move to the left and right with his hips together.
Leaving his hands free from his knees, he now moves his thighs to close his knees and rub his inner thighs together.
(... great)
A girl who was inspired and concerned about it, eats a deposit and floats her hips.
In the whorehouse, it is a sight that is hard to see.
Naturally, I have a bad personality, and I don't neglect to rub her inner crotch so that her fever doesn't cool down and increase her feelings.
(Yes, that's it, a little rest)
The state of the chairman of the committee due to experience, which can also be seen without the use of demonic eyes. On the verge of crossing the small top of my feelings, I let go and wait for the tension to drop gently.
And make sure you fall to a level that won't be greeted by an unexpected stimulus, and start touching it again.
(Oh?)
How many times? I was having fun repeating the work, and the top plate of the desk above my head is slapped with my fist hard.
What then reached my ears was the sound of exhaling loudly to be determined and the sound of putting a pen on my desk.
(Naughty is past, I guess I pissed him off)
If I looked in my skirt with regret, my right hand came down under my desk and plugged itself into my skirt.
Probably guard the groin with the back of your hand. Or maybe you'll hold my hand.
(Did you start consoling yourself?
But the anticipation is off, and it was the exact opposite that took place.
The hand stretched out into his underwear jerked off his big bud with his middle finger and began to gently bury his fingertips further down.
What a precious video.
I don't know yet.
I think with reflection.
I went to the whorehouse quite a bit, and it was full of traffic, but I thought of it a little bit.
Because this is how the whorehouse keeps giving me colorful surprises in my life.
(This guy is so mucky)
Me hoisting my mouth wide and laughing disgustingly.
But this argument would be unfair to her. The incarceration lasts a long time because, in a way, it is close to torture.
"Robust committee chairman masturbates during class"
But this exciting situation doesn't stop my mind from making a scene.
It doesn't matter, whether it's actually a muzzle or not. The serious chairman of the committee for the men wants it to be a muzzle.
That's why I've seen bigger buds one time than other women my age.
"Yourself, it's because you mess with me every day."
I want to think about it.
Gradually more intense finger movements, I step back a little and peek at the female students in the uppermost direction.
(Wow, scared)
The chairman of the committee, stuck at his desk, draped his straight brunette hair all the way to me, staring at this one.
(but very nasty)
The girl, whose face is distorted by anger, eats her teeth and spreads her nostrils wide, messing around heartlessly, roughing her breath.
I am here today, and I am deeply grateful for the stone statue that transposed me to see this view.
(At this time? Don't do it to me, you female teacher)
But shortly afterwards, I hit my tongue in my heart.
The chairman of the committee, almost on his own, has a goal. Shaking your body and killing your voice, no doubt about it.
But before he worshipped him, he was disturbed on the brink. I don't know what Mandarin is, but he was nominated to stand and answer.
"Heh, heh."
A chairman of the committee who bites his teeth harder and takes a seat while supporting his indeterminate hips with his inner crotch.
I manage to support my body with my hands about my desk, but I get a hips sticking my butt out back.
(... you want to try it)
The flash ran over my face, and I put it on my desk so that I could see it when I peeled my ticket.
The next time I stand directly behind the chairman of the committee, I scratch up the dark hair that flows to my back and drapes it forward from her shoulders.
He rolled up his skirt further, sliding his cream yellow underwear down to his knees.
(Good shape, big balls of young peaches)
It would be 'excellent', no 'sophisticated'.
I loosen my belt when I close my eyes and take off my pants for each underwear. Hit the peeled groin knife on the crack of the peach.
(Hopefully)
On her face, looking back at this one, the thought of 'You're finally going to stab me in the stops' appeared as a reddish cheek and moist eyes.
But I don't stab any more, I tell you in a quiet tone.
"If you want, let yourself in"
The chairman of the committee, who understood what I was going to do and turned his face red and black with shame. But what bothered me was a few moments, pushing and killing my voice and sticking my butt out behind me.
He couldn't bear the joy of the meat that kept being inched.
(Class stops and everyone's face is pointing this way)
In particular, the girls' eyes are rounded by surprise. I guess she was, after all, the 'serious and noisy chairman of the committee'.
(Men's eyes are full of desire)
The guests who look interesting are about Grandpa. Others, from the old man to the boy, send a burning gaze.
After all, the presence of a sloppy chairman of the Commission will shake their minds strongly.
(Alas)
It seems that the attention received has strongly stimulated the shame of the President of the Commission and increased his excitement and sensitivity.
He crosses the limit on several rounds, trembling his peach butt trembling loudly, and plunges into the top plate of his desk.
I'm coming.
Still enjoying it, one shot at the chairman of the committee. When I grabbed both sides of my hips hard because I was going to, I started poking them at me.
"Mm-hmm!
I guess it's just reached and it's painful. It could be hard. But this is also a job.
I had a lot of trouble before I moved into this world. Let her learn one thing here: The Hardness of Making Money.
"Ahhh! Yikes!"
But the chairman of the committee, who should have been serious, shakes his long straight brunette hair and shouts his greetings out loud that 'The Dying Regiment' also takes place.
There is no pain or spiciness in the sound of it, and all there is is to feel is the right way. She began to slap herself on the hips, 'deeper, harder' all the time.
"... this is Mutsuriskebe's chairman."
Being poked at, I swallow my spit and say the same words to my mouth as earlier. The President of the Commission, who wanted to believe that it was a muzzle, seemed more sketchy than expected.
Then the reason for the size of this bud would also be as you imagine.
(Chuckles)
The attack, "The Chairman of the Commission, who looked clear and was actually sloppy," punched my void and hit me critically. The fresh situation made me spit it out lightly.
I pull it out when I exhale satisfactorily, but the chairman of the committee is dissatisfied with the taga coming off.
"More! Don't stop! Come on, get inserted! Please!"
With screams, butts sticking out over and over. But I hold onto both sides of the chairman's waist, and I forcefully prevent him from swallowing.
And he showed it to the guests around him.
"Oh, that's too bad. The flashing of the ticket is about to end. I was wondering if someone could take my place."
Men who go all the way out at once. After looking at each other and doing the towing thing, he jumps out of the classroom.
Probably didn't have tickets on hand and went to the reception to buy them.
"Soon the princes will arrive in the flock, so wait."
While staring, Chairman Mutsli still twists his hips trying to eat with his butt.
But as soon as the young man who grabbed the ticket jumped into the classroom, he made sure it was disconnected and gave way to the place.
"Hot! What is this? Awesome."
I guess I'm glad it feels like eating on me. The youth will reach it in a very short time.
"Get out of the way! Take turns."
But I was not allowed to enjoy the aftertaste, and even though I had not finished serving it, I was stripped by an old man waiting in order, and the chairman of the committee welcomed a new prince.
"Hih!
Even with a sharp voice, the sound is ridden with plenty of sweet honey.
Next up, the changing princes behind it. The female students began to show up as they sat in their chairs and began to mozzle.
(Which one)
I dive under the desk of a cute girl student from Short Bob while being careful not to get noticed.
(Whoa, nice)
Again, this one was starting to comfort me with my own fingers.
(We have to tell this story to the owner in a hurry)
Happily, this whorehouse creates value beyond design.
You can't just peep on paper, if you don't try, you won't know. I guess that does exist.
I imagined a skinny, tired, middle-aged man's face shining, leaving the classroom early.