The instant stars in the autumn night sky and the joyous streets of the King's Capital that shine on earth without being able to drive them away.
Having finished playing at some junior whorehouse, I was having coffee in the lobby without leaving the store.
(Time to close)
Since the order is already due, there is no female figure on the chick stand.
Only one of my guests in the lobby is talking to a concierge at the counter. One of them has just left the store.
"Is something wrong?
A middle-aged man with a double jaw (chin) back from the counter lowers his back to my face while wiping his forehead sweat with a handkerchief.
This person is the owner and concierge of the store. He chatted with me earlier, but a customer called me to the counter.
"We are dissatisfied with you. I appreciate it, but you're in trouble."
I tremble my jaw flesh and exhale my words with my breath.
The expression is sinister, but the disgust is not seeping. I guess it's not unreasonable.
(Then "thank you" is because you pointed out the problem)
And 'trouble' is because it's hard to improve. By the way, I'm the type of person who stops coming without saying anything when he feels bad.
"You seem to have an idea."
Turning to the water, the concierge holds the back of his neck with his hands and shrugs his shoulders. When I dampened my throat with the coffee that had cooled me down, I mouthed the contents of the complaint.
"... if you put it in, the worker woman will soon reach it and then react badly,"
I'll parrot the contents back.
When I ask if a man is a strong man, I say no. He's quite a guest, and he doesn't have the strength to crush the workers.
"There's something wrong with her."
To sum up the description of the concierge, the so-called 'female version of premature ejaculation'. She is just like her big, twin-tailed, breasted girlfriend, who is very popular with sensitive men in Jayanne.
However, Twinthe type is' Reach repeatedly during play to satisfy the customer's desire to conquer '. On the other hand, the woman in this store seems to be the' satisfied, calming mind 'type.
(You're going into Sage Time)
When I finished asking, I frowned and moaned my chin.
Even if women reach the goal, guests are still halfway down the road. Of course, the play continues until the end, but the quality goes down because the mind is not lit by fire.
I guess that's why the complaint came.
"My appearance, my moves, they're not bad. It's really just there."
It's a shame, a concierge shaking the flesh of his jaw to the left and right with the expression. I put my arms together and look up at the ceiling.
(Anything?)
The worker of the whorehouse is an admirable profession for many women in the world. She must have brushed herself so hard to make dreams come true, too.
Too pitiful to have to give it up in one constitution.
(... No, I can't think of any)
I tried hanging a search on my brain, but nothing to hit.
Me and my double-jawed concierge exhaled loudly, facing each other on the couch.
Before noon the next day, I head out to the Kingdom Merchant Guild and head to the buying corner on the ground floor.
"Ride the knight of the Kingdom Merchant Guild, exorcise the warcraft of the streets and keep your commutes safe"
I came to deliver the potion because I don't have the job today.
It was crowded, so I sat in a chair and waited a little while, and after they called, I handed them a packed bag of potion.
The person in charge is a very familiar and strong leader.
It's as serious as ever.
With a serious look, he sees each and every one watermarked by light. I looked at it like that and thought about what happened after that.
(Why don't you go to the store yesterday after lunch?)
You'll need to deal with him once and see what's going on.
However, I have an ex-con who has overdone it with Teaching Light Patrol Sensei Twinthe and Exploding Bottom Sister.
(We have to be careful....... hmm?
I was thinking about that, and there was something hooked in my heart.
Despite being in the middle of an inspection, the strong chief's gaze came off the potion every now and again, and he turned behind me.
(This one)
If you look back subtly after your gaze, the tight skirt sister waiting for the order was reading the paperwork on the legs you put together.
Angularly, you can see the contents of the skirt from here. Even if you're wearing black stockings, you won't be able to help but turn your eyes.
"Chief, is something wrong?
I understand, but I still don't fall for it. This has never happened before, such as when the chief discontinued concentration during the inspection.
I was curious, and whispered while I waited for the test to finish and deposit it on my guild card.
"Have you noticed? As long as you're ashamed."
Shredding and blushing shoulders, strong old man. I didn't think it was a good idea, but he really saw it.
"Actually, I recently got a dime cut."
As a result, she goes to the whorehouse less often and occasionally feels expensive.
By the way, the lesser part was on its way, education costs. Says he increased the number of schools attended by the children, on the will of his wife.
(It's hard to have a family)
If you are also the head of the headquarters of the Kingdom Merchant Guild, your salary will greatly exceed the King's Capital average. But there is no scent of luxury in the accessories of a strong old man.
From your wife's point of view, I guess it just seems like a waste of money my husband spends on hobbies and games.
(But is it fair? I hope the chief isn't the only one who's forced to be patient)
Whether it's an individual or an organization, it's hard to cut ourselves off. Is it okay for your wife herself to make an assessment of "A Broom to Myself"?
I don't talk about people's families. But that's what I think of my colleagues and bosses in my past life.
(... ok)
The decision was to invite you to the whorehouse. But it's not a treat.
Me and the chief are socialites. To maintain a good relationship, it should not be applied unilaterally.
(In that regard, you don't have to pay for that store)
All you have to do is monitor "She Who Becomes Sage With Premature Ejaculation" at the double jaw concierge store.
From the experience played together, the chief's strength is the same as that of the general customer base. Then you'll get a better rating than I do.
"If you can get some time after work, could you help me?
While accepting the guild card, offer. Question marks on the chief's face also disappear in the ensuing explanation.
"No, no, I'm not coming."
I don't care if you give me a reason, you know what I'm worried about. With a sorry look on his face, he pushes his palms forward to hold them down.
"It's really my job. Hide in the evidence, but me and the concierge will give you a tour."
In all seriousness, you want to accept it, and I'm sure of it. I push hard.
The presence of waiting customers must have also become a source of pressure. The chief nodded in awe.
Autumn days sink fast, and it's already dark when the strong chief rises on time.
After we meet at the entrance to the pleasure street, I stand first and proceed to sew the narrow alley.
"Right here."
Pass through the front door of a junior whorehouse and head to the counter behind the lobby. The conversation runs through the middle of the day, so when Concierge leaves the counter to the apprenticeship-like boy, he leads us to the back of the ground floor.
When I entered the playroom there, there was a young woman with a light shade of pieces, with a soft smile on her face and her head bowed.
(I see, indeed, this is a waste)
A luxurious figure for straight hair to the shoulder, one way or the other. Would the impression be 'country lady' or the summer sky would look good in the background?
The old man, who looked next to him, had opened his mouth loosely and hardened.
With that said, the chief liked idols.
Plus, an intimate system. Perhaps she is, in the middle of her preference.
"Regards!
A strong-sided chief who stretches his spine and greets him aloud. The country lady can put her hand on her mouth and flaunt her face.
The nodding concierge and I opened the back door of the playroom and stepped into the small room next to the magic mirror.
"Is this what's happening in the playroom?"
Due to the darkness of the small room, the chief and the country lady can be seen well over the glass. To my words of admiration, the concierge takes the jaw meat to the left and right.
"No, this is special because this is a practice room. Because if my attorney was standing on the wall, I would really look at you."
Looks like you peek at the judge's complexion, you can't measure true strength. That seems to be the case.
"I see."
This is certainly not a place to let guests through, deeper than the employee hall on the ground floor. Convinced, I decided to watch the Chiefs play, which started early.
"You're good. Except for those who prefer to be rough, but they don't like to be gentle."
Nodding, I say.
The country lady washed away the chief's body in the shower and drew her hand to the bed. I'm just finishing my massage now and showing off my procedures and oral skills.
(It seems to work in intermediate whorehouses)
The handling is polite and the assembly of the moves is orthodox as per the textbook. Here too, I could see her effort.
"She, you're subtly running away. But how far does it go?"
Concierge does not respond to the words inherited. If you look sideways, you're staring at me with a serious look.
"Do a few rounds with your hands and mouth on the subject and welcome to the end of the day"
That seems to be the plan of the country lady.
At the end of her gaze, she was gently paying off the 'eager to get inside' chief's hand while moving her body around the fan with her mouth axial.
"It goes down as soon as it's stabbed and won't come back to life during playing time"
I didn't tell the chief about her weakness. I just said, 'I want to play and hear your thoughts'.
What I want is a reaction from an uninformed guest.
"Gotcha"
A concierge with a sad voice.
The country lady managed to get the first time out of her mouth. But he lifted up his face, and looked at the chief, and swallowed, and smiled, and was pushed down.
(Did they target where the movement stopped? Maybe he was caught off guard that conversation time should be in before the second round started)
Chronic, you'd be sorry to say that.
The strong chief likes idols, but therefore his passion for her, the type, is twofold.
"No! Wait!
Country lady pushing hard with both hands the chest plate of an old man with dense hair. Resistance is serious, not acting, because I am aware that it will be over once I allow the intrusion.
Except this is a whorehouse. She's a pro. So I don't scratch or hit him, I just have to push him back like I do now.
"Nice."
I got excited. And to my whining, 'I know,' returns the concierge.
When I coughed gently, I kept saying.
"Uh, I'm in"
Now the old man's slightly out belly is completely on the belly of a country lady. In that way, you can't just get ahead of yourself.
"Pull it out, pull it out! Please!"
A country lady who can only push her chest while shaking her head to the left and right. But because the chief's hips moved around, they sank deeper, perhaps even deeper into the roots.
(chief is this resistance, I wonder how he sees it)
Are you forgetting and immersed in me, or do you see me as one of the plays?
(Well, that's what I know I'm looking at next door)
A truly imminent stunning act. You must be taking it that way.
From the edge of the mouth of the depressed chief, there was a muscle of covetousness or the cheeks were loose enough to fall.
"I won't hold it anymore. What shall we do?"
A thin body of a rural lady against a bow on the hips of a forcefully groaning chief. Rubbing a concierge asks me.
In front of her eyes, the eyes of the country lady were rising, and the white eye area was beginning to become more numerous.
(No matter how much, it would be too soon)
This is just unexpected. If it had been me, I would have ended up with the first poke.
I was right to give it up to the chief.
"Let's stop, right away"
To my return, a standing up concierge.
Leaving the small room, he rushes over shaking his jaw and belly meat, joining forces with me, pulling the chief out of her.
"Critical, but it was okay"
A concierge to see how the country lady is doing, keeping the chief of the stunned expression intact. Apparently it was safe.
Me and the concierge then scratched a seat on the bed in the form of a formation on both sides of the chief, explaining the situation.
"Really? That wasn't an act."
Head of the strong side exhaling loudly with a sorry look on his face.
But the groin is honest. I can't hide at all the excitement of "seriously resisting opponent, I broke into it to the point".
He was pointing at the ceiling because he was on his way, but he was taking an even higher angle and making his blood vessels float bitterly.
"You, comfort him."
When the noticed concierge prompts, the rural lady, who comes back from the brink, puts her head in the chief's groin, saying 'excuse me'.
You have to give me something to get it out, so I can't calm down. This is necessary.
"So I'm just thinking about measures, is there anything chief?
When I turn to the water, I close my eyes with my straight black hair in front of my stomach with my fingers on both hands. The answer put out for a little while was unexpected.
"Wouldn't it be nice if it stayed this way"
I look into the concierge, but I don't have the same color of understanding. The chief keeps coming at us like that.
"Present the terms beforehand and let only those who say it's okay to nominate them."
They said it out satisfactorily, but we're both uncomfortable. It lacks competitiveness and will lose the nomination contest on the chick stage.
When I told him about it, the chief laughed at his mouth.
"It's okay. Devotion is a man's business, so there are always guests who prefer her."
(Devotion?)
On my ear, I see a lady in a piece wearing a straw hat against the background of a blue sky and an entrance cloud.
(Born weak and therefore spending time in a country mansion)
It springs naturally for some reason, the background.
"Easy to reach in the groin and long interval afterwards"
A lady who admires herself, with such weakness. Spend all that sweetness with her until the end of playing time, and at the end of the day step on the goal line with care.
Maybe there is deacon or chivalrous joy there for sure.
(This is a blind spot)
I guess you came to understand, just like me, the double jaw concierge was also stopping the movement with a startling look.
"Playing To Make My Beloved Woman Happy"
And her appearance and atmosphere is exactly what hits and puts on this play.
(I didn't expect to reach the optimal solution after just one skin match)
I can't forbid the war.
To be honest, I was licking the chief thing in this field. They were watching from the top.
(That's what I said about my wife belt)
My neighbor's concierge is unknown, but I'm single, including in my previous life. And I don't think I could ever give this answer myself.
Then "Allocation of pennies by your wife" would also be an extra favor. You must be wrapping your family up warm, with a heart much bigger than me and the like.
(Oh, you heard the worker's girlfriend too)
With a respectful stare ahead, the chief's strong side skews into pieces.
The weakness and inferiority that I have felt before may be the opposite of strength. It will be a joy.
That gratitude should have been conveyed to the chief's groin with tongue and cheek movements.
"Sounds like you can handle it."
The chief of the strong surface raising his jaw with the groans and the country lady burying his face between his thighs and raising and lowering his throat. With those two sideways, I spoke to a double-jawed concierge.