A whorehouse school in the back alley of Wangdu Pleasure Street. This is a general school that qualifies for graduation, as well as the lowest level whorehouse.
"Girls who weren't hired in other stores brush their arms while finishing their studies"
"Men play with cheap money"
The style of play for this store, which aims to combine it, is' Guests treated as absent break into a school in class and play tricks until they feel comfortable '.
It would be a shameless novel idea for the owner, "Wind Clouds in the Industry," for those two names.
"Great! Holy crap!
But now, Mandarin classes and whorehouse play had stopped.
To female teachers in their late twenties, nearly twenty female students. And the eyes of fewer than ten male guests were nailed to a wild female student in the middle of the classroom.
"Chairman of Mutzliskebe's Committee"
She grabs both ends of the desk so white that she waves her butt protruding behind her, where Tauro calls her.
The larger white peach, which had been skirted up, underwear dragged down and now peeled out, had accepted a knife in the groin of a male customer at the crack until it reached the seed.
"Uh-oh. Yikes!"
And a shouting scream that shakes the windowsill, echoing as it scatters the amber. Words of admiration for male guests who continue to serve in exchange do not allow teachers to recite.
"I wondered what happened, and this is what happened."
I stand next to a skinny, tired, middle-aged man who looks at it from the wall and leaks convincing words to me about how it happened.
"The Chairman of the Commission began to comfort himself as a result of his impatience, but exploded without enough"
I felt a new possibility for her, and I ran to inform the wind clouds in the industry, but I met her in a hallway with no windows along the way.
He also felt an anomaly and was headed this way.
(Guests started refluxing from the classroom and asking for tickets first)
I think it's odd, naturally.
"By the way, is the receptionist okay?
I was curious to ask him, and he said he had set up a surrogate. She asked the female teacher, who was waiting for her turn in another subject, to give her a chip.
A middle-aged businessman who runs multiple shops, he doesn't have to sit at the counter himself. Still, that's probably how thoughtful it is to show your face in front of this store only.
"Oh my, have you noticed the customer"
When I think about it, the wind clouds in the industry squeak.
If you follow your gaze, the seat in front of the chairman of the committee. Sitting there, I went to a cute short bob girl.
(Oh, is that her)
She is a female student who has begun to comfort herself by being brave enough to continue fighting the chairman of the committee.
He's going to be hiding around, but from the edge, he stands out a lot.
Naturally, the old man found me and allowed me to approach him with a tongue lick.
"From behind, you scratched both breasts. And from the beginning, it's pretty powerful."
Ten fingers eating deep into the developing chest. It hurts, I said while creating a wrinkle in my eyebrow root.
But middle-aged businessmen shake their heads gently to the left and right.
"You'll be fine. On its own, it seemed quite elevated."
If you ask me, you're right. The only thing that comes to mind in the face of a short bob that turns red like a tomato is surprise and shame, with no distortion due to pain.
Lower preparations for accepting strong stimuli seemed adequate.
"Look at that. She'll be here soon."
Managers who narrow their eyes and continue in a calm tone.
"I was hiding, but I fell apart."
Apparently the situation stirred up the embarrassment and the feelings were raised to near the limit.
The old man rubbing so much that the swelling sticks out from between his fingers, leaning his mouth towards the ears of a cute female student. Perhaps even words blame you.
(You're talking about this sketchy bitch or something)
I'm so proud of you. I'll try again next time.
(Oops. Beyond)
Of the wind clouds in the industry, it stands out.
Shortbob's cute kid raised his jaw as he pushed and killed a fine scream, shivering his body quietly as he grabbed the guest's arm.
"She has now reached it only with her breasts. It's because I had the customer's help on top of my bottom prep, but this could be called growth."
A middle-aged man with his hand on his chin and his head shaking left and right.
That's a well-known businessman in the Hanayagi world. It's not the same way I looked at things as I was just looking at them with a nibble.
"If you keep going with sensitivity, you may soon get a connection from a junior whorehouse."
That would be great. After continuing, he shifts his eyes to the chairman of the committee, who is still a long straight brunette, striking the universe as the lion dances, and carries on the words.
"She'll definitely be pulled out of another store soon."
The cheeky side is calm, and the voice seeps with joy.
"The worker I raised is taken away from me."
I wondered if that was as a business owner and asked.
"Do you have money going into the store or something like that when you move?
But the answer is, 'I didn't'. And I still don't see how I feel sorry for him.
You must have noticed how unconvinced I was. Wind clouds in the industry smile and open their mouths.
"This shop is a training institution for whorehouse workers."
Therefore, it is said that the conditions to be added will not be applied in the future.
The expression was bright and his eyes were clear everywhere.
(Looks good)
As a merchant, there will be problems. Because they give opportunities, they raise them, and they take them away where they have the strength to be universal.
From investors who aim to distribute money, they must be branded 'disqualified'.
(But what he sees is no personal gain)
It will be the prosperity of the flower willow world. If it does, it will not be enough soil to be sucked on.
Of course, to the extent that it doesn't crumble itself.
(Thanks to these people, I'm having a good time every day)
As long as there is a presence that keeps sending in fresh air, the Wangdu Hanayu Realm should not lose its vitality.
That's why merchant guild grandfathers lend money to the industry's wind clouds.
"I'm here for you. Take care of yourself, good luck."
I can't forbid respect, I hang up words. Skinny, tired, middle-aged man grins like a light as he scratches the back of his head with one hand.
And then when he opened his mouth, there was the sound of a desk flipping.
"Have you exceeded the limits of your flesh"
From his open mouth, he puts out a different word than what he was going to say.
Apparently, a muzzled and sketchy chairman of the committee slammed the desk he was grabbing forward and knocked it down, collapsing from the front to the floor.
I guess the reason I didn't have to clash from face to floor was because a connected guest rushed to hold me from behind.
"You!"
Then the owner turned to the female teacher and instructed him to take her to the infirmary. And I look around and squeal like I'm relieved.
"Customers don't seem to worry about…"
The men in waiting order had already begun to grapple with the other female students.
They noticed that they had lost sight of the President of the Commission. to some of the guys who were starting to play alone, like a short bob girl student.
"What do you say? Can I talk to you for a second?"
The teacher returns and sees the class reopen. He invites me.
I used the ticket and never did any more, so I decided to take it.
"It depends on how you do it, the result is different."
We move to the reception room, have tea in front of the counter, and sit across from the cheap chair.
What was spoken in a smudged tone was quite interesting.
"Masturbation Show Shop"
Wind cloud children in the industry said they had once opened such a store. But the customer's legs didn't grow out of the run, and they had to close early.
This must be what I was about to say earlier. I thought you wanted to say to me, 'There are plenty of failures, too'.
"What was it like?
If you ask me, the building of the store is just something with a high stage behind a room where dozens of people can get in.
They say there's a naked woman on stage, showing off with big open legs.
"At the climax, we're going to have an auction."
That would be a good idea. and skinny middle-aged people smiling all the time and taking over the words.
They say the highest-valued guest takes to the stage and plays in front of everyone.
(Though there's a difference between Junken and Seli, it's the strip hut itself in Hot Springs Street)
It's bad for middle-aged businessmen who seem to miss it, but I don't think customers can come.
But he started remembering what was wrong. I feel sorry for you, so I'll give you my own answer.
"What we're doing is the same, but what we're going to show you from the beginning fades."
Even if you mean it from the middle of nowhere, the stepping out is acting. In contrast, the female students in the classroom are serious.
"I couldn't stand the act I started, but I found it."
And in this way, it all of a sudden begins where they grip on their weaknesses.
You can't help but burn up male customers' emotions.
"... I see. If you ask me, maybe you're right."
Yeah. Repeat the lead, the wind cloud child in the industry who makes a neat face in the wind that the mystery has been solved.
After that, we exchanged opinions on the future of the store, shook hands and broke up.
Leaving whorehouse school, I walk around the pleasure zone and show my face to the whorehouse here.
Rather than looking at the chicks and nominating them. They bicker in the lobby with the mighty men of the Hanayagi kingdom with one hand of drink.
"Is it just for the Beast Man? Is it more popular for women? I think you understand."
"Is it the store of the daughter of a man who is okay to be held? Um, what do you think?"
Having purchased new stores and recommended information, I indicated my willingness to swing my head up, down, left, and right.
"Turn it into a whorehouse. What is school? I see it's an unusual idea for an industry wind cloud child."
And make an interesting look at my story, well-dressed young people and old men.
There are many regular guests who often meet in pleasure streets who have money and power. The Maison Hall is a social place for gentlemen and ladies.
(The sun went down, and I'm starving)
A serene flowing time, on a day without work as a knight's pilot.
Looking back on what I had done so far, I thought of the presence of a statue on the face of a giant book and thanked him for lending and transferring the magic.
(You're finally here)
The next time you have a slightly extravagant dinner focused on meat in the street stalls, it is one of your three houses, Jaanne, who is on his way.
(We'll do it)
Waiting is the main event of the day.
Friends who make each other strong enemies and enhance each other. It's time to play with Teaching Light Inspector.
(That's why it's not all serious fights though)
Me stepping on a carpet with long hairy legs and proceeding through the lobby that looks like a palace. After we meet at the counter, we go up the stairs with a lover's grip.
He then sat face-to-face on a highly skinned looking couch in the playroom, in front of a glass with a cold beverage, in light condition, to inform him of the recent developments.
"Treat the customer as something they are not, and endure to be but remain. is it"
Teaching light patrol teacher to listen to the moron play of the whorehouse school and tip his little neck with his index finger on his chin.
The only reason I have a dull reaction right now would be because I have the belief that 'it is professional to serve and rejoice in devotion'.
"How about that. Today, why don't you try that?
So to my suggestion, it wasn't head-on, but it was negative.
But I know where Teaching Light Inspector is weak.
"You'll be in training. Definitely."
She loves to build herself, always looking for opportunities to grow. If I poke him in there, he'd listen to me in one shot.
(Well)
Instructional Light Patrol Sensei rose from the couch to start playing. I think when I look at it.
A face that looks positive and gentle and a thin, even body. What you are wearing is a piece under your knees.
(The waist area is thinner, so the body lines appear. Plus the slit is deep in, so this is colorful)
But now that sailor clothes and blazers are spreading through my efforts, I can't help but lack a little freshness.
Sometimes I keep my eyes open to wondering if there is anything. I tilted my little neck at the middle hips and decided my mind when I saw her with a cute smile.
(The next play is something I will touch unilaterally. Then let's do one of those)
He may be angry, but that is the time. Apologize and you'll forgive me, unless I'm intact at the gate behind me.
I nodded lightly and raised my hips from the chair, demanding that I put my hands together behind my head.
"Yes, sir. Keep it up."
"What? Um, Master Tauro?
I pulled my belt out of my trousers and hung it like a muffler around my neck.
The next time I grabbed the hem of her piece with my left and right hands, I collapsed high and tightened the position above my head with my belt.
(Tea towel tied, done)
The figure is like, a skinned banana. If you look just above, it's also like an onion.
The upper part of the armpit is wrapped in cloth, so only the bra and shorts have white limbs in front of them.
(The fabric is thin, so it won't be hard to breathe)
And the brightness, too, should be felt well. Exactly, you wouldn't even know the shape of things.
"Well, let's start playing"
With my hands on both armpits of Teaching Light Patrol Sensei, I guide him while forcing him to walk behind me. Push him down on the bed so he can fall from his back.
I came for an explanation with a bewildered voice, but when I told him, 'This will also help with my training,' there were no further protests.
(Black tights junior from the sports club gained strength with blindfolds and string restraints)
So I'm never letting you out. Whatever Teaching Light Patrol teacher does, he will turn himself into food.
(Armpit, flank, outer thigh. and the inside of the thigh)
The demonic eye where the opponent feels comfortable appears as a color temperature. With it, I gently lower both sides of my thin white body with ten fingers.
Take your time carefully, go from red to orange, then yellow, and exalt the feelings of Teaching Light Patrol Sensei.
(All right, good.)
I plush the sweat on my forehead with the back of my hand, exhale me.
What's in front of me is my torso can't be closed because of the interruption, Teaching Light Patrol Sensei's both thighs. The front fabric was already damp, twisting the hips left and right to withstand.
(I don't know the situation, and I can't resist. And there it is, my exact and obstinate touch)
The sense of touch is sharpened by obstruction of vision. Moreover, it is in a non-inch state of deposit.
If it wasn't for her, 'please,' she would have screamed as she twisted her floating hips.
(At any rate, let Teaching Light Patrol Teacher masturbate voluntarily)
This is my true aim. This is why I suggested a unilateral blame for tying it to a tea towel.
(A quiet girlfriend with a clean vibe plays alone who starts unbearably)
Just imagine it will loosen your cheeks and make your groin so hard that it feels painful.
She starts rubbing the center of her big open leg with her thin fingertips from above the fabric. Faces sidelined with embarrassment would be redder than sunset lighting back, and breath leaking thin would be hot.
(Should be a little later. We'll do our best)
Once again, I poured magic into the demonic eye, and I crawled my fingers and tongue into the white skin in front of me.