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Meanwhile, it was in Los Angeles came to dramatic developments. After 14 days, not heard from his son had had Judge Michael T. Sauer humbly asked a Paris Hilton, whether he could visit his son in the private clinic. He was unsure whether he even Paris Hilton would get the phone, and he was about 2 hours have been put off by her private secretary, but then it actually was in person was on the line. He was really proud to have been that he had ever got through to her, but tried almost the entire world one seconds of attention, a word, a look of Paris Hilton to catch. The deal, which he and Attorney Delgadillo with Paris Hilton had sealed by Fußkuss was quite as agreed under way. Sauer, Delgadillo and The LAPD chief, which were the two friends, and who was responsible for the prisons in LA, Sheriff Lee Barca had the scenario from the perspective of Paris Hilton even improve. She had, as had been originally agreed really, not yet need more time to do so, as if she was going to jail. Instead, the authorities in LA were just informed the world community that they are shielded from all the television cameras, apparently arrived in prison. Because of the huge journalistic retinue, who now laid siege to the prison, slowly but surely began to annoy the entire prison staff and the sheriff had this for 3 days virtueller Haft einfach verlauten lassen, dass man Paris Hilton aus gesundheitlichen Gründen wieder entlassen habe. Sie habe bereits das Gefängnis verlassen, und solle mit einer elektronischen Fußfessel versehen den Rest der Strafe als Hausarrest in ihrer Villa in Beverly Hills absitzen. Sofort hatte sich der gigantische Troß zu Paris Hiltons Villa in Beverly Hills in Bewegung gesetzt. Nicht nur fast alle Fernsehstationen der Welt hatten einen Reporter live vor Ort, tausende Schaulustige und Touristen, ja ganze Reisegruppen aus dem Ausland machten sich auf den Weg zu Paris Hiltons Villa. Obwohl fast jedem klar war, dass er höchst wahrscheinlich noch nicht einmal einen flüchtigen Blick von der Göttin erhaschen würde, schien die gute, alte Benjamin's category of "aura" even in the 21 Century to not miss their effect.

No one of the many onlookers felt that Paris Hilton is not in the villa was, but just had fun in the private clinic. On a large lawn tennis slaves had prepared a course with obstacles and Paris was playing with her friend Kevin "robot football". Each commanded a team of 5 naked slaves, whose eyes were sealed with tape. Each team had the task, as in American football, or perhaps better, as in rugby, to bring an egg-shaped ball behind the opposing line. Only the bodies of the players were not armored, but naked, and the players were blind. They had orders to the instructions of their master, Kevin's, or to follow her mistress, Paris Hilton, strictly and accurately. For Kevin and Paris were treated to a gallery. could Then there was a luxurious couch on which it could make the two comfortable, so they once embraced lying and narrow, then separated again, sitting, or, in a particularly exciting moments of the game, standing up, constantly monitor the events and their convenient slaves were able to give commands. Of course, here too many servants scurried around them, fanning them the air, chilled drinks handed and fulfilled every request, which they expressed.

Tim Sauer and Mrs. Delgadillo had just been the chief physician Fritz again as well and found fully operational, and Mrs. Delgadillo played in the team of Kevin and Tim in the team of Paris Hilton. The course was provided with common obstacles, and the slaves were from the high royal couple on their toes. "Number 5, right, right, right, further to the right, yes, and now in full stride straight out," said Paris Hilton just to Tim, as his father, Judge Michael T. Sauer currently uncertain step in the company of a bodyguard for Paris Hilton the event approached.

on his humble request, and because he was so well kept on the deal with her, Paris Judge Sauer had allowed a visit. Although she had been understanding that he wanted to convince yourself of it, that his son was really good, but imaginary, as it was now once (and for which she was so adored by her slave), had she somehow not quite like the fact that their word to the judge had not been sufficient. It has therefore had a bad joke with him before, in which his son Tim, however, was inaugurated. More about that later. Judge Sauer, of the then Fußkuss, who had sealed the deal with Paris Hilton, had enjoyed infinite, but had actually had two reasons for his son in the private clinic to be allowed to visit. First, it was the real concern for the welfare of his son was on the other it was but Paris Hilton still on the phone begging to be allowed to kiss their feet again. Paris on the phone had replied to this request: "Well then, it has given me a lot of fun to make you kiss my foot, after you give me the morning of that day still in jail aufgebrummt had. Once again, you will not come off so easily! Since you have to offer me something! "Judge Sauer had complained that he was a poor officer, and was equipped with so few material basically means that they certainly have every gift from him, on any sum which he could put her feet, but only would laugh. But Paris had answered only hard-hearted: "There you just have really hurt! Then I think I have my fun! OK, I'm not a monster. You beg so not about to be my slave, you just begging for a single Fußkuss, right? "Judge Sauer wiped the sweat from his brow. "Right," he said. "Give me half your possessions," she ordered coldly. "A lawyer from me will come over and check with you all. Do not think to deceive me, my detectives find out exactly how much you own! "Then she hung up. Judge Sauer was initially turned black before his eyes. He sought support, found nothing, and before he knew it, he sat on the floor. "As much audacity," he thought to himself. "I want to just kiss her foot again and not spend the night with her! What she thinks because of who she is? "He wiped the sweat from his forehead again and tried to calm down. He could not explain, but a tremendous power to an infinitely strong impulse forced him to walk from the beautiful Paris Hilton think. Everything else seemed in comparison to null and void. And the longer he thought about it the more gracious and mild seemed to offer the beauty from Beverly Hills. She did not want to get ready, but left him so half of his estate. He felt that her feet actually had the power to squeeze even more out of it. Sooner or later, would also get his son, whether on their order or not did not matter, and would require the payment of his legacy. This would then go with a hundred percent certainty anyway to Paris Hilton. Therefore he would his semi-detached house anyway hung shores soon have. He would negotiate with the bank that he would continue to live as a tenant in it. He would probably hide everything from his wife had to ... Lost in such thoughts, the judge Sauer it spent the following day. Again and again he had been angry over the drive, which had not only been his son, but now it's feet this beautiful goddess. But immediately afterwards he had the idea of this beautiful walk again allowed to kiss, done properly blessed. He was the lawyer for Paris Hilton, who had appeared the day after the phone call, everything disclosed. The family had sour, but mainly because of the heritage that his wife had brought with exactly 842 000, - dollars. Exactly half of which Judge Sauer had Paris Hilton overwritten.

"Who was this man?" Had asked his wife, after the lawyer had left the house of the Sauer. "No one special," Judge Sauer had said "someone from a collection agency, who wanted to have some legal advice." He swallowed. I hope his wife would never know that he just half of the joint property, including a large part of the dowry of his wife, a rich bitch in Beverly Hills had given ...

But now Judge Sauer was finally close to his goal . He would see his son healthy and kiss at the same time that God may walk again. Accompanied by bodyguards, he approached the "robot football game. " Although, or because he was close to the finish of his desires and darkest desires, he gave the impression of a lamb that is led to the slaughter. The well-tempered Paris Hilton called cheerfully from a podium from his son: "Number 5, right, right, right, further to the right, yes, and now in full stride straight out of" his son Tim ran as fast as he could, straight ahead. But Kevin a black, two-foot slaves had ordered to run so that the two big guys blazing at full speed to each other had. The beautiful royal couple could hardly keep from laughing. Then it popped, the two big players were stunned to the ground. "This is hilarious! "the Paris Hilton shook with laughter. She had a thin, tight dress, she was naked underneath. Her bare feet were high-heeled mules. Kevin was wearing tight jeans and a sleeveless white T-shirt and was barefoot. The two slaves were slightly dizzy trying to again and blind to touch the ball.

knock down him!

knockdown him! "Paris screamed in ecstasy and Tim waved boxing around in the air, to meet his opponent. Since it was a blow to the temple of the enemy, who fell down unconscious. Tim fumbled for the ball and felt it. "Yeah, yeah," shouted Paris. "Left, right, left, and yeah run, run, run! "and the cheers of Paris, he ran with the ball into the goal. Paris was very happy and clapped their hands with joy and hugged her friend. "See? ! I told you I'll win "Kevin was pleased with her, but then he said:" New game! This time I'm gonna win! " Paris had indeed seen Judge Sauer as he stopped at the edge of the field was, and the event was watching, and again looked up at her, and waited for a greeting from her or to receive instructions. But this boring old woman was currently not matter. She found the game fun. How the naked female slaves and slave's body on her and Kevin's command raced through the area! And how beautiful it could veer in common with the slaves! Breasts wobbled, tails swinging back and forth, and if they felt like it, the merciful rulers ensured that the slaves really nasty "accidents" had. Finally, included bruises and broken bones to a real rugby game. Kevin had ordered the slave Delgadillo, upright on his knees as fast as they could to move forward. Paris opened the zipper of his jeans and his cock sprang up. "Go faster, you lazy bitch!" he cried to the slave. She moved to a section of the field, were scattered on the thousands of square feet on two tacks were. Paris grinned maliciously and stroked Kevin's cock. When the slave girl with her knees at full speed staksend reached the little thumbtack box, she screamed loudly. The body writhing in pain, her big tits whirled back and forth. "Throw up flat on the floor! Where's soon, you ugly beast, "said Kevin, and after a hundredth of a second of hesitation, was the slave of the command taken. Knees, thighs, stomach, breasts and face of the slave were now fully into the tacks. She screamed in pain, almost one might think, even anger. Judge Sauer was onion split between outrage and admiration for this wonderful leaders, who treated his slaves like cattle lowest. But the rulers laughed

common ... (is this enough to judge possible to turn sour? Certainly not! What's next and what a treacherous meanness, the beautiful Paris has come up for the idiot Sauer, learn all Interested soon at this point ...)

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inspired by the one great part of the beautiful Anna Cashcat, second, by the tumbling events Los Angeles shocked, I was only in the course of the day clearly, can look like a continuation of Pais Hilton story.
Cashcat Before Anna, I knelt in my thoughts during this week very often. She has the "Alpha Bitches" posted in my thread a photo Paris Hilton, for the imagination that YOU used me as a footstool. How often I've tasted this beautiful boot soles already in my thoughts and am in front of this beautiful lady went to her knees! Thank you for the beautiful picture HIGHNESS!
On her site has a history particularly fascinated me: Cat Christos Gummibären disguise. Meanwhile in November 2009 I would like to update the link. Here's the new URL of the divine sovereignty is:

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directly at Wannsee in Berlin was a large, private property, the Paris Hilton Health Resort, on which there was a geriatric hospital with an attached nursing home. It was a beautiful facility. The plot was like an English park was created, with gentle hills, man-made, small lakes, small forests, many trees, shrubs and plants. Pleasant to current ways provided for each walker for a unique nature experience. And even though everything was artificial, one had the feeling that God had created a good moment in a particularly nice piece of free nature. Even the buildings and highways, there was, of course, were architecturally designed so masterfully that it almost seemed as if they itself part of nature were. This illusion was supported by the fact that most of the buildings and roads were built underground. Even underground, the viewer could enjoy beautiful views. Huge aquariums in which game fish cavorting provided, in part, for a feeling as if one was under an ocean. And then in turn also produced large underground, art-lit greenhouses, parks and sports facilities under the impression that it was in beautiful surroundings on the earth's surface.

Many rumors sprung up around the property. This was because on the one with the person of Paris Hilton, of all the equipment belonged, and the popular press always good for all sorts of headlines was, on the other was the enigmatic figure of the surgeon in charge, some of Fritz Braun, who had emigrated with his father Wernher in 1945 in the USA. He was an internationally recognized expert in the field of neurosurgery, but also in orthopedics and geriatrics at international congresses, he was always a welcome guest and speaker. He also had developed its own "holistic" approach to medicine, and the scientifically proven success of his method, he had been chosen in certain patient groups to a true "savior". On his geriatric and palliative care units, patients usually lived years longer than in comparable hospitals and hospices, although there had been numerous individual cases very early, actually unexplained deaths. But the amazing thing was the fact that although these "isolated cases" had adopted a high number, the average patient on the property in Wannsee was still alive years longer than patients in other comparable institutions. And in fact, all of those affected, doctors, nurses, nurses, patients and their families (including those of the early death), always only positive methods von Braun. But actually penetrated to the outside is always only the message about the positive impact of his method. On the precise content that all parties are shrouded in silence. Also from Brown, though otherwise very eloquent, but the results of his work was on the property in Wannsee scientifically controlled, guarded the way to his method but as a mystery.

who met him, was often very disappointed because we had because of the stories about him often placed a false picture of its exterior handle. He was a little old male of 70 years now, almost bald. Although he travels almost constantly around the entire world, and led, as the story goes, a private clinic of Paris Hilton in Beverly Hills, but talking to women he saw that never in the eyes, but always move was on the floor, and the lifeless, wet handshake, a strange impression he initially left behind in the encounter with women almost without exception, and not just improve. Also rumored that he had been in his life ruined several times by beautiful women, and that currently received all the revenue and profits to Paris Hilton, who assigns him in exchange for some pocket money, which was certainly generous enough, his constant presence in global meetings to allow so on. Nor was to him a free hand in running the clinics in Beverly Hills and Berlin on the condition that the return each year, threw a whopping sum for Paris Hilton. And Fritz, as he called him Paris, she had never been disappointed in this respect.

The peculiarity was that von Braun personally the setting of each employee in a treatment center in Berlin undertook. Also, all patients were reviewed personally by him to the suitability of his method. So it was already happened frequently that he had billionaires because of "non-suitability" forbidden to stay in his establishment, which led each time to headlines in the tabloid press had. Of course only wealthy patients could hope for inclusion in its establishment. The real criteria for admission but appeared in the public eye as completely opaque. They appeared to outsiders sometimes downright contradictory. Sun whispered the neighbors in Wannsee, that an insured patient, who had saved € 1 million for his retirement, had been taken up by von Braun, while a multi-billion member of the British Royal Family had been rejected on the same day. But then again every once in Wannsee knew the names of at least five billionaires mentioned, who lived in Paris Hilton's retirement home. Among the patients were severely ill and less severely Ill. The same was also rejected on patients, of which the public and then was told to. Also, patients with identical diseases sometimes experienced frequent surprises. One was taken, the other not. There seemed to be no clear rules, yet seemed von Braun when he was approached by journalists to such contradictions as the self-assurance in person when he rejected an applicant because of "non-suitability" for defending his method.

To recruit its employees could exercise the same caution von Braun. He was here but just what the recruitment of cleaning and kitchen staff, but also of doctors and nurses are concerned, assisted by a senior physician and a senior physician. Curiously, however, was the recruitment of trainees something very special in the Paris-Hilton-health resort. At each of the mostly one-week competition was not just brown all the time about some person, but at least still a senior physician, representatives of the works council, which consisted mostly of two older nurses and nurses, and usually a representative from the youth - and trainee representatives. It could apply only been fully trained nurses who wanted to make additional training for geriatric nurse. They had at least 18 years old be and should also have excellent references. But as the neighborhood knew in Wannsee, took von Braun and his host committee is the last criterion, strangely enough, not exactly. So had the spoiled, even downright rotten daughter of a stockbroker, a Yvonne pepper, a training place, although they had dropped out of high school, and had a "3" will receive a diploma in training as a nurse. The daughter of a Protestant bishop, who lived in the nearby villa of the broker, a Brück Irene, had been in spite of awards and top grades and excellent rejected in their final exam as a nurse. Instead, it was been offered an unpaid internship as cleaning and kitchen hand. Instead of loudly complaining about this infamy, Irene had accepted the offer even! And so we had to go see the two neighboring daughters and ever together in the new luxury car by Yvonne pepper to work. More contrast would have been an observer but hardly imagine, who observed the two young ladies at the boarding Yvonne's car. The beautiful, very feminine and delicate Yvonne was, as always, designer clothes, a shirt that morning from Haider Ackermann, Slimpants by Jill Sander, large sunglasses by Calvin Klein high heeled sandals and a Gucci handbag by Jimmy Choo. Her brown hair she wore strict and close-fitting equipped with a central peak and back together into a small braid. She was a beauty queen from Wannsee ever been. was

Irene contrast of big, strong build, wore thick glasses and objective observer had to unfortunately admit that it had a rather brutish repulsive expression. It had no style and hardly used her appearance. She wore cheap goods from any of discounters. Their interests lay elsewhere. In contrast to Yvonne, she was very hardworking and highly intelligent.

the two young ladies who just watched Irene's father did as stealthily behind the kitchen window, had to acknowledge that Irene Yvonne served when entering the Corvette. Irene had long before appeared Yvonne, waited at the car. Then they waited in a stooping posture on Yvonne's command, who should go first opened and Yvonne's door and helped her to boarding. Irene's father started. Irene had to really just put flat on the pavement laughing and Yvonne had entered with high-heeled sandals in her face, and to some extent used as a stepping stone to get into the vehicle? But no sooner had taken place Yvonne, Irene was cracked, had Yvonne's closed driver's door and had even taken effect on the passenger side of the place. She had immediately bent down to where his feet had to Yvonne. With an effort to put the bishop what had driven his daughter there at the feet of the young neighbor's daughter well.

He still had no inkling that his daughter also Yvonne's shoes and clothes brought home, they cleaned and at night when the young neighbor's daughter, as it happened often, loud, lavish parties, celebrated his daughter barefoot and only dressed with a sack of coal to the amusement of Yvonne and her friends sneaked into the neighboring villa, to Yvonne there to present at the knees, cleaned and ironed things and to thank him for being such a could serve as fair lady Yvonne. Snooty Yvonne Irene then used in common and hard to kick or hit in the face. Then she said, for example: "Well, you ugly beast licked my shoes and really clean? Well, then grab this new mountain dirty laundry here and bring him to me tomorrow morning, clean and ironed-1a! And now, chop, chop, set to work, you lazy sow! We want to celebrate and we do not let the mood of so much ugliness spoil, "and amid general laughter then ran Irene always going to comply with the orders and to be ready in time for the morning.

If the bishop had known as the daughter of neighbors jumped round with his daughter ... he would have probably suffered a heart attack. Even worse, it would certainly have to learn if he had, like Yvonne and others jumped round with his daughter at work ...

But before it came to this morning's very rare joint trip between the two neighboring daughters to work ( Irene had already mostly dead of night to leave for work, while Yvonne looked Rinse often tired in the afternoon, yawning in the Corvette to work), to Yvonne and Irene had the competition been in the Paris-Hilton-health resort. The father of Yvonne Pepper had said in his golf club that he support the application of his daughter, Mr. von Braun had made representations. He knew that his daughter did not the best qualification with (aborted secondary school and a "3" in the nursing exam) and offered by Brown in a high donation to the Health Resort. Von Braun had just smiled at first embarrassed and then noted Mr. Pepper, and determines that he is not corrupt, and the establishment of Miss Hilton is not intended to rely on his donation was. About a possible cessation of his daughter would not alone determine their suitability. On the way home the father had the beauty queen of Wannsee, which was unfortunately also lazy, unreliable and not on time, thought about it made that he had with his now likely to push all the chances of his daughter to this vocational training probably screwed up thoroughly.

How much astonished he was to him as the day after the entrance examination, his daughter happily fell on his neck. She was chosen along with two other girls from fifty invited candidates! This fifty, they were told, were selected from 10 000 written applications. And even though she had dropped out of high school and their training had completed with a "3", she said, laughing. Her father could not believe it. "And now comes the hammer," exclaimed the daughter. "I deserve Azubine than 20,000 euros a month and get a company car, a Corvette! I'm parked outside. "Disbelief of the father ran to the window and looked out. The neighbor's daughter Irene was about to wash the car. He was suspicious. "What you have got to do it?" He had asked his daughter. "You can not worry, Dad!" Had answered it. "I'm really just a normal training as a geriatric nurse. We have long enough about the individual subjects, and whether I have a real chance to pass them entertained. All there are incredibly nice and friendly to trainees. Quite unlike the hospital where I was before. In particular, the head nurse, is studying in the I, has practically suggest friendliness. The head doctor, Mr von Braun, whom I found a bit strange at first, made the end a really nice impression on me. He said that would have been relevant in this selection special emphasis on personality, confidence, and possible facilities for the keeping of employees. And can, well, Dad, you know, I've always been good for me to work other, ha, ha! It seems from the Pinned brown and the people in this selection committee to have. "She clung to her father. "Well, and von Braun said that I had already completed training, and that I had as a possible junior manager already entitled to some privileges. And therefore the payment and the car, "laughed his daughter. "Oh, and by the way, first friendships with trainees who work there have been one or two years, I have also been linked. Who earn more and are really happy, "she added. Somehow the story sounded almost reasonable now, and Mr. Pepper was very proud of his pretty daughter. And sure, they had always managed to let others work for you. So he had his daughter once confessed that she had found even in the final exam for nurse someone who had written the exams for them. She had a classmate, a certain Tim, who lived somewhere in the neighborhood, this incited to put their names on his exams. She had put his name on their exams. She had the exams in a "1" will he be a "6". Because they had been in the oral tests much worse than in "their" exam, and this was also occurred extremely arrogant, their overall grade to a "3" deteriorated been. Tim had failed just after the exams. He was not angry but Yvonne. On the contrary, every weekend he spent as a domestic help of the pepper. He mowed the lawn, washed the cars, cleaned the bike and his daughter went to hand him his wife and where you need it. His spoiled daughter helped with not only no, but mostly slept on a bench and watched the other at work. In most cases, they even demanded by Tim that he brought her something to eat or drink. Such requests always seemed to do him great pleasure. And while the girl, who was responsible for ensuring that its future was ruined, with exquisite courtesy, and happily the desired Drink served, she accepted his services as the most natural thing in the world and used to give him further orders, while at the pleasure on their couch lounged. "Here, the windows do not have stripes. You gotta clean it! "They then used to command, for example. Mr. Pfeffer also believed to have heard how his daughter to the former classmates had been hissed: "Now you give me all that you paid for father! Otherwise you need to dance here next week, no more! "And strangely enough, the boy had not protested, not just his daughter had only faster and more controlled polite. And of course, was Mr. Pepper thought whether he should halt his daughter whether he should tolerate all the negative traits you really continue, and whether it be better would be if they would put a little more diligence and humility in the day. But finally he dismissed such thoughts again. Was she not born to his princess and that she was well in the world?

That it had succeeded in this remarkable by Brown to such a good job (at least it was only apprentice!) Still somewhat surprised him, but he had enough confidence in his daughter that she knew to fight back if something was not quite kosher in the case. Odd was, however, that the daughter of the Bishop, now the car washed by Yvonne. Mr. Pepper did not want to spoil the good mood of his princess, and moved to get his next question to be harmless on the lips. "And, my darling, tell me, is was the daughter of the Bishop not advertised?" Even two weeks, the bishop and said he on the applications of her daughters in Paris-Hilton-health resort in a conversation over the garden fence, . The bishop had been very sure that his daughter would receive because of their excellent marks the spot. Mr. Pepper, or an eternal optimist, had because of the poor prospects of his daughter looked almost just lay on the ground. "What was so distorted and unreliable," he had thought then. And that they had received for broken high school the training course for nurse in an urban hospital only because of his contacts with a fellow medical director and golf buddy, and that his daughter then passed even the exam by fraud and at the expense of the future of a young man from the neighborhood had, he had been the bishop did not dare to tell.

"Oh that," said Yvonne, "which was not even invited. The same was a rejection of their application in writing. I have it but as an unpaid internship plaster and kitchen helper provides. She is so happy and grateful that she wanted to wash my new car. "

" More must not know Dad had "intended to Yvonne. Every little detail they needed him now not to tell really. She had giggled to herself and pass the selection process again in her mind's eye can Revue.

How a little confused on the first day before the body was taken out consisting of Brown, a senior doctor, the Works Council and the Youth Council Place. As he had from then Braun incessantly staring at her feet. As the head nurse and the nurse from the "Works" had asked their questions always chose polite, almost obsequious. Finally on the second day in the evening they should learn that they should be reflected in the department and its new boss, or should we say: would be the new god, ha, ha! What fun!

Only the representative of the youth had appeared safe and confident. Her name was Tanja Schön mind was, 18 years old, small, petite, very pretty and had long, blond hair. The male of Braun had a servant to the ground based on their own greeting, just as the head doctor, and the "council" did almost as if it were his life, so that the Youth Council with all the content was, and sitting woman Schöngeist really good and would you like to drink was provided razor, etc. As a tarantula was as the nurse of the "council" immediately jumped up and go gehastet than the Tanja Schön mind to Mr von Braun Asked whether she felt well, bored and slightly arrogant answer was that they take the provided cookies would prefer jelly babies. Out of breath, the nurse had servant with a deep then presented to the jelly of the Apprentice. This sneered and threw a first scrutiny to Yvonne. This laughed back. The chemistry between the two girls seemed to . Tune

was After the official welcome by Mr. Brown of the interview proceed initially largely "normal". They talked about Yvonne's career to date and she had to explain why they had applied especially at this institution. She felt she was the "Works" massive support, as the conversation turned to weaknesses of her. The demolition of the junior high school, the "3" in the nursing exams, the one with the best intentions could not sell it as a great note - with all the set for this one head nurse and the strange nurse with full commitment to. Von Braun, the trainee and the senior physician asked kindly, but after sometimes critical.

After this first round, had there been a group effort in which they had to discuss with other candidates an issue. The selection committee had sat there and heard attentively. Then, already in the evening, in the third round she was again interviewed alone, and you asked her strange questions, first of their character. Tanja Schöngeist had smiled at her: "Can you delegate work?" Well, they had actually never worked in a leadership position. But as she thought Tim. "Yes," Yvonne said so bravely, "we have always a weekend house employees with us. I carry on the things he always done promptly. Not only me, but also to my parents' satisfaction. "This subject seemed to interest all mad and she is asked a thousand questions to to the point, how she felt about to be served. Only Yvonne had of course not all want to reveal the nature of the relationship with their "slaves", but the other seemed more and more excited to have her, and the more they are mean and ruthless, showed the greater was apparently the wave of sympathy that you generally hit counter, so she listened to herself shocked when she announced, laughing: "Yes, it's fun, the idiots running for me to leave. The money he gets for his services from my father, I collect money from him to boot! "

The Apprentice she had looked friendly and the rest of the body seemed to literally crawl to her. Mr von Braun cleared his throat and said, "Well, thank you that you have these insights into your affairs. Please, do yourself if you can about this evening as a follow again the conversation that we had just passed in review not worry. We are not talking about moral judgments. For us is very important how you as a potential future leaders on the one hand and the contact person for our patient to be proven. It is very important as you are with yourself in line and if you have a strong personality. This is the key. Today travel 40 candidates again. But you are not among them. I am looking forward to tomorrow to be able to see again, to the 2 Round. Perhaps you can tonight still a little exchange with the Youth Council? "He looked inquiringly at Tanja Schön spirit, the friendly nodded his head. "Then everything is all right," Mr. von Braun had said and then ended the interview.

For Yvonne is a very luxurious rooms had been reserved in which it was served in a grand hotel. She needed to put their shoes out of the building, they were cleaned. For dirty laundry, a container was found. It was guaranteed that she'd washed the next morning and find ironed. Room service was always ready for any requests for food and beverages. All requests were met immediately free of charge. The Apprentice Tanja Schön spirit of the youth and trainee representatives they had arranged themselves in an underground floor to a massage and then went for lunch, the two pretty young ladies in a sushi restaurant. While they watched the sharks that swam behind bulletproof glass in them over, Tanya came again to speak to Yvonne's former classmate, Tim. He served only at home, or had he been in her training as a nurse at the service? Yvonne initially hesitated to answer. After all, Tanya was part of the selection committee. Should they really tell now that she had passed the nursing exam fraud? "I for example," Tanya said, "I have always found someone who has the unpleasant things, like do homework or write exams over for me." Yvonne's jaw dropped down. As much openness and honesty she had not expected. "Yes, he has done for me," said Yvonne blushing slightly. Tanya took both her hands and gave her a peck on the cheek. "Oh, honey, I like you if I may say so. I think we are both cut from the same timber. Tell me, what have you all done to him? "" The wooden head is totally in love with me, "said Yvonne Heat gently. "I told him as Yvonne pepper his exams and I gave my leave from under his name. He fell through and I got one, ha, ha, ha! I nasty to me but by my arrogance and laziness. Regardless, the bottom line is I got ne three and now can go on and he - he has no professional future more and is now our servant, ha ha! is adequate for more he did not! What an ass! My father did not know how I jump around with the asshole in truth! If my friend is there, it may serve us, fanning air and drinks rich while we fuck. Once we are done, it must relate to the new bed and wash the dirty linen. We spit at him, kick him and give him the ear. I let him in front of us to kneel down and thank me that I have messed up his future as a nurse, to which he was very happy. Then we laugh at him that he must now do odd jobs for us. He currently has five at once, ha ha! Then I stretch it sometimes down my bare feet, and while he kisses him and thanked me dearly, be my friend and I are laughing gleefully in her arms, and I say to the ass, "Yes, you can tell me really grateful that I told you messed up your life and I do odd jobs now leave until you krepierst!

And this is my thanks to you: I consider you as my livestock, ha, ha, ha, ha "

The two girls laughed!. "You adapt to us," said Tanya. "Do not worry and stay and give you the way you are, then you will survive the selection tomorrow. I'll go right again to von Braun, and tell him that you are my favorite. See you tomorrow! "And she gave Yvonne still a peck on the cheek and disappeared.

The following day there had been only 10 individual interviews. Yvonne had been to night time because she was the last turn. It had to have happened quite a bit as she entered the room for the interview, because von Braun, the head doctor and the two works looked pretty disheveled, to say the least. Not only do all the hairstyles were completely confused. On the white shirt of the senior physician, a shoe impression was visible. Von Braun had a piece of gum stuck to the glasses. Yvonne had to giggle at the sight. The clothing of the works was literally torn to pieces and including visible skin covered in whip scars. Only Tanya sat Eating gummy bears and beautiful looking casually nodded in her seat and Yvonne friendly too. She had put her legs on the table, her bare feet were mules. When Yvonne had taken place, she ordered: "The council will still welcome me once" It jumped to the two councils, threw themselves in front of Tanya to his knees and kissed her bare feet. She cast a conspiratorial Yvonne, triumphant glance. "You want to be welcomed so, dear?" She asked. Yvonne and her legs placed on the table and wiggled his feet so cleverly that fall off their high-heeled sandals and her beautiful bare feet were visible. "Oh yes" she replied, "a job interview is really fun." Before she was aware, the head doctor and the two councils were kneeling humbly before her and kissed her feet. Only von Braun had remained seated and wiped the sweat from his brow. "Ahem," he said, looking unsure of the trainees. "It should actually clarify just what you think of Paris Hilton, Mrs. Pepper." The question seemed enormously important. All parties had again taken a seat and looked intently Yvonne. Yvonne thought. Should they now praise for the commitment of Miss Hilton in medicine? She remembered what her Tanya said yesterday evening. That they came at the most if they remained as it was. She decided to answer honestly. She said: "As you all see my hair color is brown and the blonde Paris Hilton. Actually, I do not like blondes and laugh often about blonde jokes. But Paris Hilton is beautiful and has a very elegant style. I admire her very much and would just love her friend. "Beamed the entire selection committee. Yvonne had to have been very persuasive. Von Braun got up and knelt at her feet. Now he kissed her bare soles. Her feet rested still on the table before her. Then said of Brown: "Welcome as a new apprentice in the Paris-Hilton-Health Resort, Mrs pepper! I will inform Miss Hilton immediately assume that she has a new accomplice. Your name and your photo will be immediately with those of two other new trainees who were appointed today, distributed throughout the Health Resort. They have now about all employees and patients very, very much power. appear wherever you express wishes and may even give orders, you should immediately take the necessary respect. I trust you now, the youth and trainee representatives and hope that you have brought a further 3 days to be with all that, the patients care, to become familiar. I am sure that you will find everything to your satisfaction. Should not be so, and if you spanked the formation not compete with us do, you will get your expenses by us a check for 100,000 euros, coupled with the request that all you have seen here, to keep confidential. "Then the rest of the board had adopted and embraced their new colleague Tanya very much. "Well, I told you not to say that the last round is for you to make a cake? Seven other candidates were but yesterday was pretty tough, but they had now long been reluctant to relocate when I suggested that the council should kiss your feet. Von Braun, it immediately sent home with thanks. But the other two and you, you were great! A new trainee has von Braun even her chewing gum stuck to a glass eye and he insists that he is no longer allowed to settle. I'm curious if he had followed this command really ... "

Then Tanya Yvonne initiated into the mysteries of the Paris-Hilton-health resort. The entire middle part, ward physicians, but also nurses and nurses and the entire base, thus cleansing forces, kitchen staff and security guards were all extreme masochist who had either applied for Paris Hilton as their slaves, or slaves of the Trainees were. Since the "sovereignty of America" could not deal with each case, they had delegated the setting of the familiar. Her closest confidant here in Germany, Fritz von Braun. He also was a serf of Paris Hilton and would simply do everything for them. Medium-and under-worked free. They received free food and lodging. These were usually a 10-square-foot cellar and food scraps from the kitchen. They lived really only on the grounds of the resort. Most had with the world "out there" completed unless a trainee wished to be "outside" use of her slave. Then the slaves were of course out. Wish the trainees ranked on the priority list up to second place, just behind the commands of Paris Hilton and were almost always 100% satisfied.

The senior residents were not all slaves. But at least they were all good friends of either Paris Hilton or Fritz von Braun knew secrets and to preserve. If they were not slaves, they received a generous salary.

Then the patients were all slaves of Paris Hilton. In its briefing each had 80% of its assets, must leave at least 800,000 euros Paris Hilton. Paris was very generous, because the remaining 20% were the patients either To keep or give course Paris Hilton, or put the trainees at the feet.

The trainees had a special position, because Paris was fun to subjugate other pretty confident accomplices to male and female slaves in the world and use. A few times a year, she personally visited their German health resort and wanted to have fun with like-minded people together in games of power over patients and staff. And no one was suitable in the eyes of Paris Hilton better than this pretty young trainees. Paris presented the trainees aware of their level. They had in their daily life and patients basically have the same power as Paris had. It was sometimes a power over life and death. Tanya thought about her most recent case, and chuckled to himself. She looked back with this conspiratorial-triumphal view in Yvonne's eyes: "And you can during your trainee period aussorgen really for the rest of your life. Think about it when a billionaire is admitted, he has paid at least 800 million to Paris. But the rest of at least 200 million You can pull it out of his nose when he open challenge! "Yvonne felt reheated easily. "But the first place, even if you do nothing, you'll get here a fixed salary of 20,000 euros per month plus a Corvette as a company car. Each trainee lives in a luxury apartment of 350 square meters with every conceivable comfort. Each has 5 domestic help, so constantly around the clock at least one service is available. If you come in here bring a slave from the outside, for example, your Tim, who then works in the base, you get to your content additional 4000 euros, the donkey is replaced, of course not, ha, ha! "Yvonne had naturally thought of Tim, but also to their neighbor, Irene bridge, on which they had become at that time just getting attention. She had previously always felt to be too ugly, as they have ever been to the girlfriend can. But she had heard from her father that she probably also a trained nurse was (and to possibly have another really good) and that she had applied for an apprenticeship in the Paris-Hilton-health resort as a geriatric nurse, so Yvonne had been thinking for the first time that permit a contact with the neighbor Irene not damage . Once Irene had become a witness happened to see Yvonne by Tim could be kissing his feet. Only Yvonne was quite shocked because they did not want her parents were told how much they had in fact enslaved Tim. But then she had had to suppress a laugh when the big fat cow in front of her and she went on her knees begging to be allowed to kiss their feet.

Yvonne had therefore to Tanya said: "Then I will probably soon earn 28,000 euros," and both girls had laughed.

Tanya was serious. "At last, some advice, dear. If you like about your training as a geriatric nurse is something, it is entirely up to you whether anything will come of it or not. All of our "superiors" are here in truth our slaves. Believe me, it requires an incredible amount of self-discipline, if you want to learn something. Take the head nurse and the nurse that you have come to know as works councils. They're both really good in their field, and you can really learn something from them, if you want. You have both the same yesterday told me early on that they You are extremely beautiful and you really adore. You dream of it properly, that you were assigned to her department. I'm sure they would love to have you, not as a head teacher, but teach as loyal slaves all their knowledge of the sick and elderly. If you're really showing interest, including all senior residents and the superintendent are always willing to engage you in any case closely and thoroughly and explained. So you can if you like, swirl here and even leave you in a very convenient way to train a doctor. When you first get 10 million or perhaps reaching 200 million have overwritten, you may ask yourself whether you have a training even still have needed. The question is of course allowed and you are perfectly free to make here, whatever you want. For each of your desires you will always receive the full support here. But please do not forget that we are in a real hospital and nursing home here, and that patients need, even if they are slaves, real help and care. Not necessarily from you, but at least from those working slaves. Here you can learn right here and have some real fun. You can only only one or the other or make a mixture of both. What do you do, is solely up to you any rules you doing here, because you make the rules here. " Tanya then put her arm around her new friend and said, "Now I have brought the serious part of your training behind me. Come, let us visit once a patient. "

Both trainees went to the nursing home. The head nurse on duty immediately before the two went to his knees and asked her what she could do for them. Tanya Yvonne whispered in his ear: "This is one of my slaves. She used to have to visit my trainer to nurse in another hospital. It was a terrible time. She later became my slave. . I make it fun to treat them extremely nasty and mean "to head nurse, she said:" Shut up on the floor, you bastard! Hast du vergessen, was Demut ist?“ Sofort kam die Oberschwester diesem Befehl nach. Sie zitterte am ganzen Leib. Da holte Tanja mit einem Bein weit aus und trat sie mit voller Kraft an den Kopf, dass die Brille der Oberschwester weg flog und in tausend Scherben sprang. Tanja lachte. „Wenn ich wieder zurückkomme, hast du dir ne Glatze schneiden lassen!“ Und ohne sich weiter um die Oberschwester zu kümmern, ging sie stolz und arrogant zu dem Apartment eines 95jährigen Milliardärs, das ein einziger Altar für Paris Hilton und Tanja Schöngeist war. Viele Bilder zeigten seine beiden Herrinnen lachend Arm in Arm, und Dutzende von getragenen Socken, Nylons und Schuhen beider Göttinnen waren als Reliquien geschmückt placed on small altars.

The old billionaire had his whole life looking forward to one day his property beautiful young women who were worth at your feet should be. Here, in Paris-Hilton-health-resort he was living his dream. He was always high, and felt his physical infirmities, which were paced in fact very bad and very far ahead, not at all. Probably he felt he would be here much older than he in a "normal" environment would have become ever. It was like a fountain of youth for the old old man. was

As billionaire it was for him of course a light, with Paris Hilton, the goddess of his dreams, to get in touch. So he had to ask her if he could become their slave. She had slapped him, was trampled with their wonderfully beautiful feet in his face and had used him as an object. But he was just too weak to Paris, like other younger slaves, to be able to prove still really useful service. As a side table he could, for example, serve a maximum of only half an hour. Then he slammed together without compromise. Paris knew that he and his slavery absolutely serious, and that such incidents only his weak body were owed, which simply could not carry out what his mind wanted. But now they also had several thousand slaves. But their schedule was already her not being able to really deal with them. She had collected him from 3 billion and it ice cold in the face said that she is old and crippled as he could no longer care. They were planning to throw away it. He was broken in front of her crying together, but he had fortunately still a trump card up his sleeve. About his family, he pleaded with the beautiful HIGHNESS Paris Hilton, he would get every year from worldwide possessions about one billion U.S. dollars paid for life. Paris had a deep Train from a water pipe made the old to the remaining hair pulled up close and blow the smoke in his face. "Yes, if that is so" she had smiled condescendingly, "then we'll see all that you live as long." She had him admitted to the German health resort. She had said to him: "In Germany you will sow stupid me only one get to see once or twice a year, if at all, ha, ha! 80% of your annual revenue goes to me. With the rest you can do what you want. They will look after you and take care of you - you should be so old. In the resort are accomplices of me. Are allowed to serve you without me you'm angry. "And he was landed here. He knew that Paris Hilton really knew better to do with their time than initially estimated to deal with an old cripple like him. And he was looking forward to the prospect of possible one or two encounters with it each year. But when he had seen here Tanya, an accomplice of his goddess, that decision was suddenly much easier to get through his new fate. How this young 18 year old girl had with her schmuckbehangenen bare feet forced him right on the first day to make his small apartment to clean itself. How as a young, had before bursting youthful trainee arrogant located on an ottoman, a Film and looked on the phone had, while he, as an old, frail patients had basically do their work. As she had pulled him over, laughing with a few blows of a whip, if she was not fast enough.

He had recalled that Paris Hilton had told him about their accomplices, and was when the trainee is the third time in past him, looked gone to Tanya on her knees and she had begged, its 200 million dollars to be allowed to set foot ...

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And again, Tim Sauer shrunk from highly troubled dreams. He was sweating and breathing heavily. The surroundings were foreign. Where was he? Multiple infusions were connected to him, a device beeped constantly and resulted in his nostrils, an oxygen tube and a feeding tube. He was probably in an intensive care unit. His entire body was connected. He had been given anything. He had no pain and felt good. In the nightmare that had just ended, he had been with many residents of a town in Saudi Arabia urged by police and dogs into the sea. All residents were allowed to float on a ledge, then they had to jump from there into the pounding surf. In an air-conditioned palace watched his divine mistress of Paris Hilton and a wealthy sheik grinning sardonically to the drift. They were naked and were comfortably on a couch covered with silk fabrics. Slaves fanning them to air and sufficient food and drinks on their knees. The room had a huge front window and was located above the point at which the villagers were herded into the sea, so the high ruler with her boyfriend had the best view of the entire scene. Paris was as pleased as a child, clapping her hands when particular atrocities were going on. She gave a microphone instructions to the police: "There! There! Incited the dogs there! Since two try to escape "over loudspeakers, the villagers heard her laughter, her commands to the Ordungskräfte THEIR spiteful comments, YOU want to be your friend said. The villagers heard all that Paris said into the microphone. This makes your special fun. A slave had to lick you while you are amused at the spectacle and the devout Muslims, where they were driven into the sea will not believe her eyes that she apparently for the amusement of infidels from the West, which is also still completely naked in front of showed them by their rulers, they had admired for a lifetime high, were sent to certain death. Paris had fun and laughed a lot. YOU beckoned an old servant who had wobbled slightly while holding a tray, gave him a few hefty slaps and stretched out her beautiful bare feet, that he kiss her and thank you for the beatings. Then she showed the most arrogant gesture that you can think of, proud, imperious, aloof and cold through the window down on the doings there and commanded calmly, "Down with you, livestock saublödes! And exert yourself, and obey all orders of the police, so I can only laugh at least about your last few minutes in your miserable existence, "and immediately ran down the old slave, to be driven to the amusement of a heartless beauty into the sea. Paris kissed her boyfriend, the wealthy Arab sheikh, and thanked him that he was her that joy prepared. In the Western world that was, unfortunately, become impossible, but here, in an absolutist state, you could jump around with the subjects of an extent. The sheik, who had enjoyed a very good English education, and was on his twisted nature a very polite and nice man replied, gallantly: "I have no cost too high, no sacrifice too great, so if I can serve a beautiful lady! "Paris laughed. Then she spied Tim among the villagers. He was trembling. Should he really have to die now? They had ordered him to walk on all fours on the cliff. In the laughter of his mistress he jumped ... and woke up drenched in sweat in the hospital.

No, so cruel was his mistress not be! Again it was just a nightmare. He did not die. He looked at his bandaged body. Instead, you took care of him. What had happened exactly? He tried to remember. The nightmare had not been true! No, that was not happening. He tried to calm down. He was not in Saudi Arabia, he was in America. But the day in Beverly Hills ... initially serving as rollerskatende target, then the brief encounter with his father, then the absolutely painful creation of the chastity belt .... That really happened! He tried to hold his genitals. It was impossible. This monster of belt was created still solid. He did not feel the sharp thorns. Well, he really felt anything. He came to the conclusion that he had been administered morphine or the like.

Then the painful pulling the rickshaw, the merciless lashes ... this was actually happening. And now he remembered his "shame" on again. He had failed! Yes, he had failed! His divine mistress would probably offend him! He was completely shaken. As had been able to happen? Again he forced himself to inner peace, to remember what may. Yes, the memory came back slowly. Just before the goal, he moved with his Mitsklavin the Rickshaw also the driveway to the hospital up and they reached the finishing line already - as it happened! His "disgrace"! His Mitsklavin was broken by the ordeal together and he had not been able to pull the rickshaw alone to their destination. Too heavy was the weight of the impotent Mitsklavin. He had gone to his knees and pleaded with the young royal couple for mercy. His young mistress had to go twenty yards walk to the entrance of the hospital! Because he had failed! Because he had been too weak to pull the rickshaw and carry the helpless slave! He could still remember that many nurses suddenly on him and his Mitsklavin came to running. Then he had suddenly been on a couch, and from then on had all been black. He had enormous guilt. She'd had had the trouble you, after all, had their divine bare feet have to walk in high heeled mules by his failure to walk 20 meters (!), Each able to forgive? He could still remember to have fought with these feelings of guilt, as it then this terrible nightmare overwhelmed.

As suddenly opened the door. It was his beautiful mistress divine. IT was still wearing the T-shirt and was naked underneath, their bare feet were still in the high-heeled mules. Apparently, the entire hospital staff consisted solely of employees of Paris Hilton. For in spite of their very liberal exterior came to all their orders immediately after slavishly result. She had the shots, and all ran and jumped. Next to her a small, almost bald male in a white smock. He was the chief physician and surgeon as one of the best in the world. An internationally recognized authority. He was German and Paris called him "Fritz". Paris it meant that you wanted to smoke a cigarette, and the chief physician gave her a deep bow cigarette and fire in the ICU. She stood grinning sardonically on Tim's head. Immediately began this to beg on: "Oh please, please, divine mistress! Please do not offend me! I know that I have failed-nothing today, because I'm not trained well enough. But please, please, give me another chance. I can imagine my life only to her divine feet, "etc. With relish smoking heard Paris to his begging for a while, then held it out his hand to his face and said kindly, smiling:" How did you know that you now have failed? You've mastered your tasks on the first day of your slavery very good! I am pleased with you. Of course you must keep my slave! "Tim was in tears of gratitude broken out and kissed him full of love and devotion the offered hand. Paris had amused him can provide an extended moment, then she turned suddenly to a person located on the ground. Tim made an effort to force to his head lift slightly, then looked in the corner of his eye that his Mitsklavin lay beside his bed, almost on the floor. They had let down their deck so far that Paris did not have to exert himself to the slave girl to keep your foot from the face. Paris leaned slightly with Fritz and brushed her mule in the head from the slave. Then took her to the facial expression that Tim had just seen in his nightmare, as the Paris of the old man to death by Drowning was convicted. She held her bare foot close to the face of the slave and looked arrogant, proud, domineering and cold out of the window while smoking continued. Buy heard Tim, as the old slave begged and pleaded to be not cast their failure to pull the rickshaw. The young, arrogant ruler enjoyed a period of time, as the old studded soles of your feet with kisses and begged and whined while. As you continue to smoke the cigarette and the smoke and then blew through the nose in an arrogant gesture, Tim was able to discover her mouth around a slight sardonic grin. Then she withdrew her foot and her slave girl replied: "The was your last day in my service you useless cattle, when you act not immediately stabbed each of my commands like a tarantula! Do you think it's fun to walk, just because you lazy sow limp doing? I want you now as an athlete train for the Olympics, and that a misfire as now, never again! Stop now your mouth and not a cry of pain, or you can go straight home! "The chief doctor ordered, first, your the mules again to attract and then open the office of the Association on the body of a slave, under the most painful wounds were. The slave had received no morphine and tried to tear a scream to suppress the disclosure of the wound. Then Paris was grinning gleefully THEIR still burning cigarette butts dropped on to the already beastly tortured red meat, then lifted her beautiful feet and entered the cigarette out in mocking laughter. About a tenth of a second shot through the head of the slave to say this cold, nasty, hard-hearted young woman's opinion and give up in protest to their existence as a slave forever. What made this young, stupid brat of? You, Mrs. Delgadillo had it at least brought to the philosophy professor! The Commission in truth is something! And this stupid brat? She was actually just a scratch, the time the opinion said one! What she thought of who she was? God? That was ridiculous!

But then they had great fear of falling suddenly into a black hole, if your goddess, your light in life, suddenly no more should be there, and Paris, they would run forever. And Paris was also the beauty in person. The old woman suddenly felt how much she loved Paris and admired. No, they had to. She had to do everything we can to be able to remain the slave of this spoiled bitch. With almost superhuman strength she bit her lip and forbade any cry of pain. Then she looked into the grinning face mocking her mistress. "Well, that's a beginning, you lazy, worthless pig," said Paris and turned to Fritz: "Connecting them again, and, well, I'd best let mercy take the place of justice: From now on they should also receive morphine "Then she walked without their slaves even deigning to look further, arrogant to the door. The devote Fritz rushed behind. "They want to rely on, Your Highness?" "Yes," Paris replied condescendingly. "Kevin and I are invited to a pool party. In a few days I look back to my slave cattle. Why? "Fritz had a small whip conjured up out of his coat, and knelt in front of Paris. He handed obsequious gesture with his whip, which he had placed on both hands up to his goddess. "Because you me, ahem, a few cuts promised sovereignty," Fritz said submissive and insecure. Paris grinned over his face. She patted the old creep on his bald head. Then she said: "Oh, I get this? Well, Fred, listen! If it is the two slaves on my next visit better, then may be I will give you a reward. And then again, may be I will not! How does this grave you? "And Fritz was still quite a while and thought kneel in awe of his beautiful mistress, laughing while they disappeared through the door.

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But perhaps would judge Sauer and Attorney Delgadillo not quite so calm home run if they had known that her son and wife only after another two hours with renewed effort and pain were finally on the way of urgently needed medical supply to be fed.

This looked like that they moved with her again tormented and tortured bodies of a rickshaw in which it had made Paris Hilton comfortable with her boyfriend Kevin. They trotted toward private hospital in Beverly Hills, and still had about 3-4 km ahead. The route was mostly through private land and private parks, of which Paris had permission to cross them.

Paris held in one hand the reins, the whip in the other, she sat astride the luxury pads in the rickshaw, casually leaning back, wearing only a long T-shirt, underneath she was naked. She had no panties on. She enjoyed the cool summer evening breeze between her bare thighs. She gave Kevin a kiss, sitting beside her, and just like them, only wearing a T-shirt and had otherwise made completely naked next to her on the luxury upholstery place. His cock stood straight up again, and Paris, caressing him, stroking his cock. To her amusement, she moved on and his slaves a few cuts. How nice and hard and at the same time Kevin's body was soft again. Here she had just bought a Klassefick had with him!

It was too delicious! were moved away as the judge and the prosecutor, was their friend Kevin, who until then had driven the van, approached her and she had whispered in his ear that he would like to fuck now animal with her. And since she felt enormous pleasure, she had told her bodyguards that the luxury bed, which was always kept in the van in the middle of the park where they were straight, should be opened. Without the slightest embarrassment in front of their employees and slaves are subjected to Paris and Kevin naked, and caressed standing up, while the employees were busy prepare the luxury bed. Since Paris had a brilliant idea. She ordered the two slaves to stand at attention in front of them and their most recent common command to listen. When the slaves had taken their commanded position, the scene presented an impressive picture of the power of Paris Hilton dar. Only now was really clear how much the two slaves. Although Paris and Kevin were so well known already as tall, towered over their slaves, the two rulers again all by a head. And while there are two well-groomed, tanned, were bursting with health, beautiful body, which clung to each other each other and caressed, had to stand in front of them, the two martyred slaves giant tight. There were, despite the size two käsweiße pale, perfectly racked and still slightly bleeding slave's body, were sown on the hundreds of gunshot wounds, bullet holes and bruises. Just the body of Mrs. Delgadillo was considered downright that she had for years made no more leave and receive no spa treatments, etc.. What a contrast to the pampered luxury of its sovereign body! With pained faces, heard the two slaves to the latest insidious and common commands that expressed their laughing, giggling queen. It was she caressed by her boyfriend, whose tail was raised high, between the legs.

Hamisch laughing Paris said: "Yes, I know you want to go to hospital urgently, otherwise you happened even with all the bullets in the body or who knows what. But since Kevin and I just feel like fucking, you will probably have understanding that you still have to wait a bit, ha, ha, ha!

Yes, and it gives me an extra kick, if you, just because it wants a nasty mood of me so that fun that Kevin and I will enjoy the same, never more likely to ha, ha, ha! Well, yes, life is hard ... so you'll bitch " she pointed with his foot on Mrs. Delgadillo "down there, where I was just stroking Kevin, right from my employees to sew! You will then only have to piss. Nothing else, ha, ha! Not fun! And you, dumb ox ", her feet pointed at Tim Sauer," will get created with an inwardly directed spines chastity belt that can only be removed even if I want it. And believe me, asshole, I'll never do, ha, ha, ha! "The slaves looked to enter. They had given her everything she owned, all its assets, end their lives, their future. And now they were not allowed to have even more fun if they so endlessly for they suffered and toiled for YOU, jumped, ran and served? And the out for a lifetime, just like that, on a whim? But her mistress had not relented, instead sneered Paris: "The above measures do by the way hurt animal, her chandelier! You will cry and whine. But just enjoy the Kevin and I from time to time as Fickuntermalung! Makes us truly a blast! Should you also try with euern slaves! What, you do not have slaves? Yes, that's bad! Oh, you want me to thank that I regard you as lower animals, whose only purpose in life is to be used for fun my inconsiderate and mean? Come on, falls to his knees, folds his hands and pray to me! Yes, it is beautiful, ha, ha, ha! "The slaves had gone before her on his knees and prayed to her as a god. Despite what they had already suffered for YOU today and despite the horrors that they should suffer the same to YOUR amusement, they loved Paris with all my heart. Sincerely and seriously, they brought heartfelt words of admiration for their goddess of the lips. They wanted to do for YOU. They prayed you really like the Good Lord. She was a saint, for which no sacrifice was too great. They had to thank her that she is ever to grace deigned to accept their much smaller victim. They were incredibly proud of the ownership of the most beautiful woman in the world to be of PARIS HILTON. So they praised her for a while and worship them. Laughing Paris had them then entered with the bare foot in the faces and was with Kevin jumped into the finished bed. Their employees and slaves they had shouted: "Come begins, it's" and she had enjoyed her Nachmittagsfick with Kevin, accompanied by the cries of pain of the slaves.

Now she was sitting, after Kevin had, and they showered in the van in the rickshaw, which was also brought in a van. Kevin and they had only a T-shirt thrown over, the extremely tortured slaves had been strained by the employees before the rickshaw, Paris and now enjoyed the evening breeze between their legs. How beautiful life was as a ruler! With devilish delight, she looked at the two tortured slaves body completely. That was her work! She giggled to herself. The balls they still had to prepare diabolical pain. The entire margined and bruises had now joined countless whip welts. And while Kevin had already want another one, and she felt a still beautiful, happy feeling between the legs, their slaves had in these games just feel hellish pains. So what? It amused her, and that was the main thing. saw it your way, just as slaves. She laughed. Yes, the two idiots they loved it too. She licked her feet when she ordered it! Paris felt the two would gladly die for them in agony when she should, just for fun order. And enjoy a tremendous sense of triumph, which also made them become moist again between her legs, she kissed Kevin's tail cried and then laughed about the slaves: "Hey, you candelabra! Would you die for me? "And both horses, although full trot nodded their heads vigorously. Good mood, she gave a Kevin Kiss and pulled her two-sounding slave laughing at a couple of blows with the whip.

Doujin Doujinshi Difference

I

It was a hot and humid night in Los Angeles. Bathed in sweat rolled Tim Sauer in his bed from the left to the right and back again. Fast as in delirium, he dreamed in a mixture of horror and immense well-being disturbing, irritating and yet beautiful images. His goddess Paris Hilton laughed there with Kevin Federline in the company of many beautiful and wealthy friends, and friends. There was a pool party under the palms with the finest food and cool drinks. He stood on the roof of a 10-story hotel building. His goddess had sent him there. Shortly before, he had the bottom may be with her. She had to YOUR and YOUR receive friends amusement as Sklavenbittsteller. Although he came from a bourgeois family, but for his goddess, he was a nobody. He had knelt before her and enumerated YOUR everything he owns all his inheritance, and begged, their property, must be your slave. Amused, she had listened in a circle of friends of his begging, and the collection of all his sacrifices and gifts that he wanted her at your feet. She had just shrugged his shoulders contemptuously: "Whatever!". Crying he had collapsed. The friends and friends from Paris had laughed. Then she had announced in high spirits champagne mood: "Tell you what! You can entertain us! "His heart had pounded wild. He was finally actually useful in their eyes? YOU seized him by the ear and pulled aside to carry with him a short, very serious conversation. She had made herself comfortable on a pool deck and enjoyed a drink while he was kneeling at your feet. She had told him that a clown as he would have to really sacrifice his entire life for you, so you notice it at all. YOU would have to call their lawyers always there. YOU would hail the same one, And he would have to actually everything he owns all his inheritance on a legally binding. The puny sums IHR would not and it would blow away doubt in the course of an afternoon with Britney Spears while shopping, but you can tonight Ablach only about him, if you knew that he really loved and honored and YOUR skin and hair belonged.

Still, Tim was in heaven. He had never dared to hope they can really be the slave of this unearthly beauty. Full of love, worship and adoration he had YOUR overwritten everything. He told her that he loved her above all else and would do anything for them. Had maliciously grinning She listened. The last sentence She had kept her beautiful feet to her face and said sarcastically: "We'll see, asshole! Kiss your life good-bye! "

Suddenly he felt that nothing was wrong, that he had just made the biggest mistake of his life. But this foot was in front of him just too beautiful, too powerful. He worshiped like a god! In tears and jeers he had the sole of the foot covered with kisses.

Now he was standing up here. He was alone. He could go if he wanted. It would definitely be much better than staying there and a voice told him he should get out quickly in any case! But another voice was powerful. This forced him to serve the beauty. No matter what they told him. She had ordered him to constantly watch with binoculars, and to respond to your smallest hint right away. She did not have to wait if you gave the order. She wanted INSTANT FUN!

Tim sweat rolled in his bed back and forth. The dream was not over yet. It was a nightmare. "Get out of it," he told himself. "Go away yet! Do not do that! "But through his binoculars he saw the beautiful creature who had told him that. He prayed to her foot, his God, he had just venerate and kiss may. He stayed. He could not get away. YOU wanted it! IT was now entwined with Kevin at the pool. Both laughed, and lost themselves in wild, ecstatic movement. YOU suddenly tore his hair and groaned. Her look was Tim on the roof. Her face was the mirror image of pleasure and ecstasy. Her beautiful lips formed: moron "JUMP!

JUMP NOW! "She cried aloud. Her friends and friends looked amused, a drink in hand, to Tim high. Would he obey her?

He could not help it. He had to obey. The beautiful GODDESS ordered it. YOU wanted it NOW. She was at the height of their enjoyment. It would help to ensure that YOUR amusement still would increase slightly. He jumped. He heard her laugh, then everything was black!

Tim was terrified up in his bed. He was sweating and needed something to drink. This heat! Naked he walked through his apartment in the refrigerator. While drinking, he considered the lights of Los Angeles. What a nightmare! This had to stop. He had to try to live a normal life. Why could not he have a girlfriend like everyone else. His father, the Superior Court Judge Michael T. Sauer asked him constantly for his future daughter in law. It should be of good family and honor and . Respect As in all middle-class families should be son in a not too distant future professionally represent something and have family and children. Well, the first condition, would he, Tim, surely can meet soon. His father had him first place for a Bachelor sent to Harvard, to the East Coast. He had remained in the east and was now in New York City at the Law School of Columbia University. He had his father, of course not to say that he chose New York because he had followed in the yellow press that Paris Hilton celebrated there very many parties. He was his idol thus spatially closer. But on the other hand, just as far away as anywhere else in the world. Too large, the differences of the Worlds, in which lived on the one Paris Hilton and Tim Sauer on the other. By visiting the Law School wanted Tim professionally in the footsteps of his father. And everything pointed out that he would actually succeed.

only the second condition that he would be able probably never meet. Yet no one knew anything about his secret. He had always concealed. Still, it had hurt him nowhere. But he felt and knew that he would kill his extreme masochism sometime. He had this life-style have never been tested in "real" life. With a certain gallows humor, he told himself that he is "happily" had fallen in love with Paris Hilton. Laughing, he drank himself with a glass of water. The millionaire heiress was so far away from his real life that could never be a risk that he would make a genuine error that could affect their real lives. Too far away from his world was yours. It would simply be missing him the opportunity to ever make an error.

While it was now come to this strange case, and of all his father had to be the judge! Fate was at times even cruel. Therefore, he was flown yesterday from New York to LA for his idol to achieve something with his father. Of course he can not say that he had come for that reason. His mother was delighted that his studies in New York briefly interrupted by her on her 52nd Birthday to congratulate himself. But he had different comparative cases studied for driving under drink-driving and driving after revocation of license, and made to persuade his father to judge as mild. Quite casually he had raised the issue after dinner so the current case, which had to negotiate his father the next day in court. He had listened to him kindly, and declared to his mother: "What we do have hard-working son! The money in your education is well laid out, Tim! "But on the merits, he gave an inch in its negative opinion which he had previously made about Paris Hilton after. He was a rule of law from the principles thoroughly convinced man. Ultimately, he saw himself as a small wheel that freedom and democracy in America protected. No one, not even the richest families would be able to buy it, and nihilism and decadence were for him as opposed to American values that he defended. And Paris Hilton seemed to embody these negative values. He would not use against them. He would judge strictly according to the documents. But clemency because of her personality, he would exercise under any circumstances. Whether Paris to jail would that he could not say yet. He would do again tomorrow, a new image due to the pleas of prosecutors and defense.

Tim was not calmed down, but he seemed to still not have lost everything. And for his ideas he was to have been his idol guilty to attempting the impossible at least. He thanked his parents for the entire night and drove to his small, furnished apartment, which he had in LA. If this had entered his father! The apartment was a single altar for Paris Hilton. Everywhere pictures of her in precious frames, all roses and precious flowers under the pictures over his bed and large photos of your feet. One, on the soles of the feet showed YOUR seemed to have been kissed a million times. In hung golden characters, the said: "This is the Lord thy God"

Tim put the water bottle in the refrigerator. "Maybe father thinks about the case were yet again. Finally, my comparative cases were well chosen and he seemed at least not legally be kept as completely absurd. He will reconsider the case! Finally, it should overtake Paris no real hardship, "He tried to calm down and went back to uneasy dreams to bed.

Tim had slept until early afternoon. On CNN he saw running at the bottom the message tape. The phrase "Celebrity heiress Paris Hilton is given a 45-day prison sentence for driving with a suspended license" tickerte there before him. He was shocked. That could not be true! His GODDESS went to prison! Was entitled to life be! But suddenly he realized that this was his chance. Fate had brought about a miraculous way, a situation where he knew that YOU would it now be observed probably ONLY NOW. It was his chance! He had to use it! An inner voice would warn him. He would forfeit it with his father forever. His entire future, his life would probably be destroyed. He thought of the nocturnal nightmare. But the instinct was stronger. It was a historic opportunity of IT to be considered. When not used it, he would regret it all his life. He HAD to carry them. He had a visit yesterday at the family villa often use this to browse through an unguarded moment in the Act "Paris Hilton". He had come into possession of your personal e-mail address.

He drank two whiskey and tried to calm down. No, he told himself. No gimmicks, no ambiguities, no jokes, no allusions. You do not know. You do not know your humor. You have only ONE chance. SHE will open your mail and read interesting. It comes with complete privacy in YOUR mailbox. You do not forfeit the only chance you have. Immediately put all the cards on the table. Show her you mean business. Show her that you want to be their lower sow can do with YOU what YOU want. Really everything that YOU want, he asked himself again and thought of his nightly nightmare. But the time of doubt was over. Really all she wants, "he said quietly and firmly. He sent her an extremely submissive application letter and gave her accurate information about his existence and his possession. He picked out a photograph that showed him in the best position. In thousands of cases, such a job surely end up in the trash. That could happen here, of course, but Tim had to have at least tried. If YOU did not respond to his application - would his life be ruined? Probably not, because as a society-girl was YOU yourself the focus of most abstruse newspaper stories. YOU would certainly not add unnecessarily nor from another. And then - if they wanted to, then it should just happen. He would know that it really was your will, for he had THEIR private e-mail written to address. And then, and this was probably his greatest strength, well, actually his only asset, Tim hoped that Paris Hilton, when she read that he is the son of this judge was stupid, put the YOU in a really awkward situation, had perhaps could be so gracious and to be begging and pleading, you slaves to be hear ... would

Tim was perfectly clear and calm. He had completed his application and pressed the "send" button. Done!

It took half an hour. As the phone rang. His heart beat wildly. His pulse rose abruptly to 200 It was Paris Hilton ...

the early evening reached Superior Court Judge Michael T. Sauer, a call from his son. He had told him that it would go to the death, and that it immediately to him in a suburb should come close to Hollywood. Judge Sauer was of course extremely concerned and had immediately put behind the wheel of his Chevrolet. When he arrived at the address, he saw the chief prosecutor of the city, City Attorney Rockard J. Delgadillo stand. Both were still in the morning in the case of Paris Hilton have been together in the courtroom. Delgadillo had called in the case of Los Angeles to Paris Hilton 45 days in prison. Judge Sauer looked at the area. It was the typical American suburb. Traffic signs indicated they they were in a 35 mph zone. Is funny, thought the judges. In such an area had the misfortune of Paris Hilton started when she LA Sheriff Deputies in her new Bentley had been stopped because they had gone mph at 70. The two men rushed toward each other. "I got a phone call from my son," said the judge. "I am of my wife," replied the prosecutor. A van with tinted windows approached the two men. The sliding door opened and two athletic, muscular men in very expensive suits appeared. "Your wife, Mr. Attorney and your son, Mr. Richter is doing well. They are perfectly healthy. Hop on and convince yourself! "The interior of the car was empty, still sat on the steering wheel by drivers. The two men hesitated. "Nothing happens to you!" assured one of the musclemen. "We take you to your wife and your son. What will they see, make the two voluntary. And everything will be taken with a camera. We work for Miss Hilton. "The two men looked each other straight in the eye. A damn uncomfortable situation! But then she did not request to ask whether it might be better to call the police and boarded. The driver had the windows down and drove off. "So you can see better," he said. And actually saw and go on a hilly road in front of the requested wife and son looking for roller blades. Both were naked. And in the middle of residential area! Behind them, drove a new Bentley. From the front passenger window, laughing hung Paris Hilton. She had an air rifle at the ready and aimed at the wife of the prosecutor. "Faster, you fat cow," she commanded, laughing. PING! They had shot a bullet in the back kind of shot the older lady, so that the woman hesitated, and almost came to the event. Was that fun for Paris! She laughed and laughed and fired the same again. PING! Again the woman hesitated and was bleeding slightly from the wound. Paris did not asses of laughter. For 5 years, this woman was now their slave. She had lived apart with her husband, and both husband and wife led everyone to a life of its own, from which the other virtually nothing knew. The prosecutor had dropped his jaw. He had heard that his wife often exercised lately of Roller Skating. "And at her age!" He had thought. He had considered it a fad and nothing said. He too had noticed that she had frequently worn pavement and associations. Once he had spoken to his wife on it. "Oh, my hobby, gardening," she had replied. "The many new cacti!" Now he saw what his wife had been practicing roller skating, and where many wounds actually stemmed. He did not believe it. FOR had practiced and they suffered? But they spoiled a rich bitch could serve as a target for fun? He could not believe it! PING! PING! The luxury Girl had a laugh the son in the back of the head and the woman shot in the shoulder. Both screamed. Paris laughed and laughed. "Hey, this is great fun!" So she liked this your slave, the wife of the prosecutor, her private philosophy professor was, well, and it was from time to time still. She was highly intelligent and appreciated in Paris usually talks with her. But sometimes you just made it much more fun to see the intelligence beast whimper at her feet. Paris enjoyed her power. The beauty triumphs over the wisdom! As the fat pig screamed and wailed. Too delicious! She did not say, "No, dear mistress Paris, it is about the epistemological question of realism - such as adopting one of our descriptions independent, to be agreed for all observers same world with the philosophy of language understanding is that we have a direct, linguistically unmediated access the "fails naked reality," no, she did not say they do not also quoted Kant, Schopenhauer, or Voltaire, instead, they shouted "AUUUAAHH!", as befits a slave and then. Paris shook with laughter. PING! Another shot in the other shoulder blade, then she ordered over a megaphone "Stop! Come back and drive the right and left past the Bentley! "Your car was parked across the street so they could aim at peace of mind from the front of their victims, about 100 yards away. PING! Paris was laughing los geballert and made the elderly woman in the stomach, so she writhed in pain, and two more bullets whizzed over them. Immediately commanded Paris: upright "Stay, you fat pig! I want to meet your tits! "With pained face and in full flight was aimed at the older woman immediately. Grinning gleefully aimed Paris. PING! She had shot in the nipple of her slave, who was bleeding slightly now. The older Woman cried out. Paris was aimed at the slaves. PING! He screamed in pain. She had shot him in the balls. She laughed and laughed. ! This is hilarious, "she cried and said:" Just do not rest idle, you stupid beast! Go! Next! Run! Run! I will have even more fun! "And they laughed scornfully watched the roller-skating efforts of their slaves, who kept going despite the pain and wounds with almost superhuman strength in order to please her mistress. Now the two roller skaters whizzed first at the cars of their tormentor, then to the van in front of her family members over. Husband and father were clearly the missing wife and identify the missing son. Their naked bodies were covered by numerous gunshot wounds. They were bleeding heavily. Their faces were contorted with pain. Paris opened the door of their Bentleys, got out and walked casually toward the van. The gun they had left in the Bentley. She was seductively beautiful. She wore a very tight designer dress, her divine feet ran on outrageously expensive, beautiful mules, which were decorated with diamonds. In her hand she held a can of Prosecco and took a sip. She was tipsy and had an alcoholic breath. A judge, she said, "Oops, I probably just made sure that there will be no more grandchildren, ha, ha! I will now take the wheel and Nicole Richie is a little shoot, ha, ha! I know what you're thinking: The leaves and yet has no driver's license and also she is drunk! But that's not all, folks. I'm going 35 mph zone in this race really to catch my lower cattle slaves. Well, when I go with my divine feet, which, incidentally admired by your wife and your son like gods, even should the slide gas on the brake pedal, or vice versa, it may well be that this is one of the critters under the car comes. So what? "She shrugged. "Nicole and I would laugh my slaves and my cattle would thank me and the feet lick to be allowed to die for the immeasurable grace to my high amusement, "and they casually walked back to her Bentley and took the wheel. Nicole Richie had taken place, laughing on the passenger side and held his rifle at the ready. The Bentley turned and drove past the two authorities of the City of Los Angeles. Even the van turned around and went after the whole spectacle.

The two dignitaries still did not know what had happened to them. Was all this really true? Did you know so little about the wife, son? The two seemed to do the truly voluntary. Paris Hilton and what they wanted, the prosecutor and the judge? had with her last statement they want to provoke them. They had always thought of a blonde silly. But she seemed very confident and intelligent woman to be, had the experience in dealing with power. The two men knew what was going on. Paris had it in his hand and tried to extort her. They could get no police, because then their existence would certainly have been ruined. They had been told that everything was taken. When Paris Hilton gave such intimate pictures of the news agencies, they went within a few minutes around the world. And then the career, the existence of both the prosecutor and the judge destroyed. The headline "Woman of the City Attorney's Rockard J. Delgadillo slave of Paris Hilton went "to simply have very bad for the career of a prosecutor. The same was true of possible headlines of the slave son of a judge. While they are outside the spectacle somewhat sullenly watched, both men also agreed that they would negotiate with Miss Hilton. They were finally professionals, and Paris Hilton also appeared to be one. Miss Hilton's "crime" was not so heavy that you could not find a solution. She had, it was clear to them that much better weapons and arguments on their side. In an emergency, when publishing the pictures were their lives destroyed, while about Paris Hilton, the gossip press, the Maul would rip. So what? She was accustomed to. And the 45 days in jail? That too was bearable for Miss Hilton much easier than the loss of existence for the two dignitaries of LA

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After another hour of FUN for Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie finally, the entire convoy. The two luxury were the two naked women covered in blood, slaves kneel before him. Sreckten them down her bare feet and watched laughing as the two targets said with a beating heart and full of love, devotion and worship her two tormentors thanks and their heavenly beautiful feet extremely submissive and kissing submissive. Then the two men were allowed to speak briefly with the son and wife. As professionals in this situation, they refused to accusations, and convinced the only surprising fact that the son and the wife actually volunteered the slaves of Paris Hilton had become. Then asked the two men attempt to deal with Paris to be allowed. She agreed and found to be "tough" business woman. It was clear that Paris had staged it all, not to be sent to prison. It was agreed that in their place Mrs. Delgadillo went to jail, which had already slipped around right after the court date on his knees in front of Paris and had begged her goddess but please, please be allowed to go in her place in prison. Paris would need to do just as if she went to jail and do 45 days as if they went out again. The rest would Delgadillo and Sauer hinfummeln already, along with the LAPD Chief, with the course they were friends. Mrs. Delgadillo alias Hilton would get a single cell. It would intensively gestures, tone of voice and presence to practice her mistress. She would wear a wig and fellow prisoners would only be noticed that present in Miss Hilton's cell was a female person who would, moreover, very few words to settle their 45 days. Paris would otherwise no grudge against Mr. Delgadillo and Mr. Sauer cherish and never publish the videos. She would like the debate to ensure that their two victims came in a very good private hospital and received the best treatment. Miss Hilton would be able to guarantee that there would run everything discreet. No one would ever know that their two victims, the wife of the prosecutor and the son of the judge were. "I do not kill my slaves. I use them, "she said. But it would expect in return that the two men aufkämen for the cost of treatment. And for the future costs for maintaining these "animals". Namely, they would keep both slaves. It would no concrete Summerford, would have every confidence in the responsibility of the two dignitaries. The two men were relieved to be able to come out this way from the situation.

"Deal?" Asked the two men and stretched out his hand. "Deal!" Said Paris and sat on her living chair, the naked Tim Sauer, who despite all the pain and the bullets that were still in it, which with almost superhuman strength a halfway decent seat. An employee had thrown a blanket over him, that the beautiful dress of Paris would not pollute. "But a deal with you two I do not want a handshake, but confirm by Fußkuss that will be filmed again, ha, ha I just want to make sure that the deal actually takes place so, as just discussed. This is a condition without which nothing goes. "hesitated when the two men , "added Paris:" If you're not my last condition annehmt I enter my "prison sentence of not, and the ugly fat cow who swears your wife travels for me for 90 days in jail," and held the two notables her beautiful bare foot against. Both looked in again - and embarrassed smile. Why not? She was beautiful and a powerful, strong all-American girl who could actually refuse any request. While the prosecutor bent down and with an uncertain glance at the camera quickly kissed the feet, Judge Sauer had knelt to put her foot with both hands in the hand and looked at him almost with admiration and reverence. He then had both hands placed under the heel and the foot lifted, so that the magically beautiful footpad of Paris Hilton in front of his face. He had closed his eyes and kissed the sole of a deep and intimate. Paris laughed sardonically: "Hey Grandpa! In this position, you had me this morning to announce the verdict, "

On the ride home began to Judge Sauer, to understand his son. She was beautiful, she was intelligent, she was powerful. How little had he known about them, even though numerous Company leaves continuously reported on it. If that was the American youth, then the country was before for a long, long time, a great future!

And their feet were a knock-out! He had enjoyed the Fußkuss animal. Would they allow him at some point to kiss her feet again. What would it require? In his mind he was going through his possessions and went home in good spirits.