PRETTY GHOSTS
A Guest Post
Ozil was quite surprised when he came home from the park, seeing that there was an unknown person, standing in front of the gate. For a moment Ozil's footsteps stopped. With a frown, Ozil looked at the person with a probing and questioning gaze. Because quite curious, Ozil also stepped back his legs to get closer..
Ozil was more astonished when the man saw his arrival, he even developed a smile, like he already knew the young man. Ozil immediately thought for a while and soon after Ozil just remembered, maybe the person smiled because he had always seen Ozil who was going viral.
"Excuse me, Ma'am, who's she looking for?" ozil asked as soon as his footsteps stopped right near the man who was none other than a woman. A woman who still looks very young.
"Find you, Mas. Find out who else," the woman gave an answer with a pretty cheerful smile. "Here's Ozil, it's just you, right?"
"Do you know me?" asked OZil again with a pretty surprised face. Although Ozil already knew the answer, still such a question made Ozil still feel surprised.
"Hehehe ..." the woman chuckled. "Yes know dong, Mas. The person whose name is currently going viral. It turns out that Mas Ozil is more handsome, yes, than the news."
Ozil also smiled and misbehaved. "It's normal, Ma'am. handsome fuck," said Ozil humbled. "Bak come there need to be the same me? Where are you from, Mommy?"
The woman was still loyal with her charming-looking smile. "I'm from a massage parlor, told to come here, Mas. He was told to serve you."
The deg!
Ozil's heart rumbled. Hearing the word from the massage parlor, Ozil knew what would happen next. To avoid feeling awkward, Ozil finally invited the woman in. At first Ozil invited the woman to sit in the park, but the woman refused. The woman chose to sit in a closed place, inevitably Ozil took her to the room.
"Actually, quite coincidentally, you came here, Ma'am," Ozil said as soon as he and his guests were in the room. "I'm also a masseuse, but I don't know the masseur who's in this complex, where's his house."
"Why don't you come to my place, Mom?" reply the woman. "And my boss, you know Mas Ozil?"
Ozil smiled. "It's not good, Ma'am, if I play there. I have no money. Isn't that expensive there?"
"It's not good, Mom. Paid people there are expensive, uh I'm given free. Where do you get your salary?"
"No need to worry, Mom. I'm also here because I've been paid by my boss, too" the woman replied. "Yes, Ozil is massage right now? While we're talking."
Ozil flabbergasted. Although he had done more than just massage, Ozil still felt groggy because he had to undress in front of women he just knew. Inevitably Ozil complied with the invitation of the woman. Ozil took off his shirt and prepared to lie down.
"The color is not removed, Mas? Change the cloth or glove," the woman's remark again made Ozil wrong. Ozil obeyed him again. Wearing a sarong, Ozil is ready for a massage.
The sexy-clothed woman began to do her job well. When the woman's hand touched Ozil's leg, the young man stiffened slightly in shock when his body was touched. But when feeling the comfort of the massage, Ozil also began to feel calm.
Elsewhere, some people seem to be talking. From the look on their faces, it seemed like they were having a pretty serious conversation.
"Where? Are you willing to accept my offer this is fifty million as a down payment. If you succeed, then I'll add more money."
Some people in front of the person directly looked at each other, as if they were having an argument through their eyes. "Is this not too risky?" ask one of them to the man who made the offer.
"No, if you do it with your heart" replied the offerer. "Your job is just to kidnap this guy and you're gonna pay me a fortune."
"Let's think about it first, because the person you want is someone with a big name."
The man who was doing a perfect disguise suddenly snorted. In any case, the man who was a fugitive had to do something.
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