I am the keeper of villas in the Dordogne. I had to keep and have work done in a house for the owners. A plasterer had to be brought in before the new kitchen was installed. I started looking for this craftsman, his secretary told me over the phone that he would come by around 6 p.m. after his debauchery to take the measurements and make the estimate. As usual his going to be a 50 year old guy, no danger to have sex. 6:00 pm arrives I hear a car arrive. I go out and I discover a man 30 35 years old 1m90 at least 100 kilos muscular in Marcel and blue pants of work OUOU WAHOUFFFFF what a beautiful evil !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He holds my hand in your hand and squeezes it tightly to greet me. My finger hurt. I told myself he punches me, I'm dying. He goes into the future kitchen and goes up to the stepladder he tells me can you hold me the meter I answer yes at the same time my eyes look at his crotch because he this scratched or this often replace the penis and of course the eyes always fall on it . Suddenly he tells me do you have chef hats? I told him no why? Because you are always looking at my pants !! I answer him sorry that I have the light in front of his dazzled me. He said ah ok me who thought you were a sucking pd !!!! I reddened the sight I lowered my eyes !!! Come closer he said to me !!! I appr ...

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