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The Dwarf Cyclops

I know of just too many Cyclopes, Let me describe one of them better, The one who preys on values of men. So miniature he is - mere few inches, So often in our pockets he is found, So crooked he is with a single eye. When among beautiful babes & gals, He is active getting used in clicking, Also used up is he sometimes by fishy men for fishier purposes. This Cyclops was filming one such similar affair with a lady unaware, Stripped naked was her body exposed to that bare, Trick or truth, clothed or naked, she thought not about this cyborg Cyclops filming her nude ever in her wildest of fears. The young lady is then blackmailed by the Cyclops's master, "Be quiet about it and serve us in our industry," Threatened with publishing publicly of the moments - she gives in to this blackmail.
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Written by
Atul
35 / M / Indian
Published
Feb 28, 2015
Lines·Words
21·148
Notes

The old version developed some technical snag.

Cameras - often hidden - are instrumental in aiding the potentially harmful and ill-mannered people from the much controversial porn industry.

My advising people should not be taken lightly - porn industry has become a large entity with major collections from hidden cameras.

Check your hotel/other place of personal & private activities for hidden cameras if at all you are going to trust someone with all of your mind, body and soul.

My HP Poem #685

©Atul Kaushal

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#fake#ego#camera#nude#satisfaction#film#embarrassment#embarrass#dwarf#cyclops
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