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Marisa found the pub easily. The place had been described to her by one of her internet connections who knew of her propensity towards sluttish behaviour. He had suggested that if ever she visited England on business, a short trip off the beaten tourist track might be in order. The pub was in a well known British army garrison town, a place frequented almost solely by paratroopers, their reputation as wild men was well earned and Marisa had reasoned that these men would be able to give her just what she loved most, hard cock and plenty of it.

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