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I love you.

Thank you.

. . .

Mmm, credo che saresti meglio senza quella specie di secchiello. Dice. Oh,

Mmm, non c 'è paragone.

Eccole.

Buongiorno, che stavamo aspettando.

Prego, prego, accomodatevi.

Salve. Prego.

Faccio strada.

Mia moglie. Piacere Nicoletta.

Cristina. Prego, mettetevi pure sedute.

E voi sareste le signorine mandate dall 'agenzia, vero? Sì, proprio noi.

A fondo.

A vostra disposizione. Eh, sì.

E così ricomincia anche oggi il solito ménage. C 'è capitato una coppia

singolare. Turisti italiani. Sì, del sud.

Ma abbastanza simpatici.

From the beginning, he, Massimiliano, was impassive and full of subjection. He

didn't dare to explain himself and used silly words.

Yes, yes, they were tourists on a pleasure trip, but they weren't exactly

interested in works of art and they prayed for them in the beautiful museums

Paris. They preferred to be curious in the intimate life of a metropolis, to

discover that famous sweet life that everyone in the province enjoys.

We decided to start the tour

precisely from the Salotto degli Scogli, as we called it in the agency.

We did it!

We did it!

Paris is always Paris.

Wait, you enter through the back door and in silence. We don't disturb the

night of the night.

In silence.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh, God.

Thank you.

They were really satisfied, the two depraved, especially him, and he did not

stop thanking us. His wife was no less ardent, but she still kept a certain

reserve.

Massimiliano, on the other hand, seemed spirited and openly confessed to being

excited about the show.

And he asked us more, even more.

For example, if he could see his wife making love with another man, maybe a

sadist, who would strangle her under his eyes, who would brutalize her, well, he

would swear that he would be crazy about pleasure.

She was not scared at all. In fact, she seemed to agree, well disposed to agree

with him. What then, Carica, for us it is not difficult to satisfy these two

thugs of the province.

We know Paris so well and all its paradises, secrets.

Insolvent and exulting.

The crazy nights of the hummingbird.

Exulting and congested.

A surmenage to crush a bison.

Of course, the porter too.

In the end, he collapses, poor thing, and sleeps like a stone.

We had baptized him jokingly as Cerberus, but he is a peasant, docile

Finally he opens us up and welcomes us with good air of familiarity.

We are used to the club.

Also yesterday we brought two memorable guests, satanized, hungry for women.

Two Arab scoundrels in the vein of doing crazy things.

Da esperto Volpone Cerbero afferra a volo la situazione e discreto e galante

distribuisce sapientemente in due salette diverse, riservatissime.

Bye.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I love you.

Bye.

I love you.

Hello?

You don't know anything. You've been paid to assist us.

Well, look for him and let me know right away.

All right, all right. I'll come and give you a hand.

Ah, this is right, Milady. We can collaborate.

It won't be difficult to find Mr. Giovanni.

Let's make a catatina for the hummingbird.

Visto mai che rimedi di nuovo un bel montone villoso e selvaggio?

E così torniamo al club, a disturbare il sonno di Cerbero.

Dorme con un occhio solo il palco, come una sentinella, e non gli sfugge nulla.

E giuro che la salunga anche sulle scappatelle del nostro monellaccio.

Viene ad aprire e ci presta subito le più premurose attenzioni.

E scommetto...

che in un batter d 'occhio ci servirà il porcello sul palmo della mano.

Però la tentazione di sbucciare nelle segrete alcove è troppo forte e ci

infiliamo furtivamente a furiosare nei misteri intimi del porno paradiso.

Thank you.

Oh my...

I love you.

Non serve più la baglia, sono che avarsela.

A noi due.