Who could have planted these things on me while I was gone and who even came up with this idea. Maybe they’re peeping on me now and this is not a coincidence, okay, there’s no time to figure it out, I need to pack the things in a box and burn them to the ground. I definitely don’t need this old stuff and I should get rid of it, I won’t even change my clothes and I’ll destroy it all in these clothes.
Curly hair gathered on the top of the head in the shape of a donut, it would be a pity if it got ruined. Lips painted with red lipstick, and in the ears silver earrings made of silver. Long blue dress, white nylon stockings with wide elastic bands that tighten my long legs and calf muscles, leaving bare buttocks and thighs. Black sandals with high heels and an ankle strap, which I will tap when nervous - it is not so easy to tear clothes into small pieces.
So it's time to look more closely at the contents of the box, I will start with the papers that lay at the bottom of the box. And at the same time I will study them, some notes and notes, letters, old checks, as well as contracts and documents. I do not like this I need to light the stove with these papers, I squeeze them in my hand and throw them into the stove, and then I set them on fire with a gas burner.
The deed is done, I will not wait, but I will start throwing paper that there was a big flame, taking school notebooks, slowly tearing out page after page, squeezing them in my hands and throwing them into the oven
I tear all the T-shirts, silk shorts with my hands before throwing them into the oven, and then I shove them into the fire. I will control the burning process of things with a poker, so that not a single piece remains.
But the plush giraffe was lying very interestingly together with the whip, probably this is a hint, so at least I will have fun. I will spank the giraffe with a whip, so that I can splash out all my negative mood on it, and then I will burn it slowly, first tearing it apart and throwing it out. But the whip will be torn slowly, each piece, each leather thread will be shoved into the oven separately.
It is getting hot in this room, I need some air, a hand fan is at hand, that's what I need now. Beads of sweat are slowly trickling down my forehead, and my pussy is sweating heavily.
I need to finish this completely and go back, the mystical box is destroyed and with it the memories of the person who gave me this box
