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Schlumberger f222/1
Old 31st August 2020
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Schlumberger f222/1

I m looking for the Schlumberger f222/1's schematics !
I have 15 preamps from an UPS 4000 series, originally used for french radio/TV in the 70's (ORTF)

anyone can help me?

The first spank came without warning but with a force that shook me to my core. The man did not know what easing in was. I cried out at the initial shock of the pain that assaulted my soft flesh before it dissipated into a sweet sting that made moisture pool between my thighs. There were no soft, soothing touches that followed the pain his hand delivered. No, he wanted me to feel every tingle on the sensitive skin. I panted, wondering just how I was going to be able to take another of his ruthless smack. I found out pretty soon.

It was somehow harder and more powerful than the first one, and on the other cheek. I outright screamed this time, his strong forearm preventing me from arching my back. I could feel the hard ridge of his cock through his trousers against my stomach. Like an animal waiting to be unleashed.
"No, please. Stop," I panted. But I didn't want him to stop. I loved what he was doing, and the pure evidence of that was how soaked my pussy was. I was sure I was rubbing some of that wetness on his thigh when I squirmed.

"What was that?" He growled. "You want me to stop?"

"Y-yes. Please."

In response, he spanked me thrice in a row, not giving me time to register the shock at each until it accumulated into delightful stinging that exploded on my cheeks.

He kept spanking me, some on one cheek then the other alternatively, and others on the same cheek, at the same spot, causing blinding pleasure mixed with pain to bloom over the ever-growing sensitive flesh of my ass. He didn't spare my upper thighs. He smacked them again and again until I was sure that my ass and thighs were a dark red colour. I lost track of time, of everything other than his hand and my ass and how good it felt to be punished like a rag doll over Jaime's knees.

By the time he stopped, I was trembling, limp over his knees, my hair sticking to my neck with sweat. He picked me up effortlessly in his arms, his warmth seeping into me. The skin of my ass ached. I curled up into him, wrapping my arms around his neck, as he walked over to the side of the bed to lay me down on the bed. I shifted to my front, wincing when my ass slid along the sheets. It felt amazingly sore.
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