. G - 20 ... ... ... ... .... or the second negotiation
Who can you risk losing it, but whoever does not has no chance of winning ... ...
Home again, home sweet home, say well-meaning, again in the refuge of shared silence. With sore feet after so many hours on the ground moving the altar to the flirtation, as they left the bag and I went straight to my beloved bath, companion of intimate moments, the odd lustful Pas de deux and failed Portes and between foam and potions, with water as hot as my body could handle it let the hours be replenished so intensely lived, but fool refused to forget, every time I closed my eyes, he recalled, and asked me for heat, would not let through the pores to escape this boiler, or their lungs out even one of the testosterone filled breath smoked one after another.
Reach Excel was an adventure, after endless checks carried out and documented, they placed us at the hundreds of assistants under all delegations divided into several rooms adjoining the main sanctuary of gurus, along with my partners we organize the tiny space we had allocated and prepared to expect swift and ready to solve that fellow swift sword of Damocles under any request for calls to save the world.
was already our second experience, in November was our debut and it gave us some comfort, he acknowledged some of the faces I saw around me, despite the distances imposed by certain characters so alien to us felt a certain camaraderie. But he was not not want to look, scan like a crane, but he was not.
He was our neighbor to two tables left and one in front, in November, he was my savior from the lethargy of the long hours of waiting, he gave me his profile and a few furtive glances, he calmed my nerves debutante to entertain my mind on fantasy shared by the hypnotic effect of my telepathy reinvented him I was troubled in our comings and goings, astral travel to a bathroom that became my temple of seduction just for us. He was mine for hours, oblivious to everything and so surrendered.
The other was from Madrid before our departure we had sent a request that was not answered, silence interpreted as rejected by our colleagues, settled the question.
He approached our table, not watch, I wondered if it was real or was the fruit of my neurons triggered, libidinous and thirst of curiosity unsatisfied, within my role as a woman outside their natural charms felt like my smile disappeared, wanted seem arrogant but little with my directness was the pretense so necessary in the game of negotiation, I got up and ran away cowardly, I noticed that the ice melted sought at every turn shorter and the trail of desire marked me guilty as lily.
I almost felt safe outside the radius of its power when I felt a hand on my shoulder almost touching my neck, his hand, not to return for knowing what it would feel when they finally had it so
upon me, and sensed his warmth, sensitivity to define my ways, as a security ahead of the thrill of this electric whip ions attractive full load. - I think we have unfinished business.
and weigh pros and cons, and negotiated and renegotiated all the positions of our diplomatic corps, and we locked in our office fixtures tiles and bright, and not allow ourselves to overcome the negative easily, and delve into the concavity and convexity of our mate seeking answers and overcome billion bid, and we value time and again the power of non-positive from all approaches and do not give up in our efforts to get reach the point agree to this, our second g 20.
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