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Paris Hilton V

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 ...)