Of course, there was nothing to worry about. Yegor knew this and that, but at the sight of a beautiful naked body the manager. the production of Volkova, serenely sprawled on the bed, calm penetrated into the very depths of his soul. It was quiet and peaceful in his heart, like on this warm August evening. Calm and good. Something still worried him a little.

Volkova opened her eyes, looked tenderly at Egor, and pulled her leash.

The collar pressed into the neck and Yegor crawled to Volkova. It was a little uncomfortable, because the hands behind my back were tied. He buried himself in the warm, silky, volcanic-smelling mid-breeds smelling of soap.

“Come on, Yegorushka,” she said, and stroked him at the disheveled back of the head, “once more, perhaps, we will have time.” And they will come soon. ”

He habitually quickly began to work with his tongue, with pleasure noticing how the body of a manager, beginning to melt, slightly trembling, is large, similar to a cream cake.

- Ah! Said Volkova and squeezed Egor's head with full hips. All sounds had disappeared, Yegor rather felt how his tongue was moving without loudness squishing without loudness. “The main thing,” he thought, burrowing his nose deeper, “is not to get to Melnikova. She is angry, the descent will not give. And forever, for the rest of his life. ” Egor remembered that Volkov had told about her, and instinctively squeezed his buttocks more tightly. "But Volkova, she is nothing, a kind woman, albeit with quirks, of course."

- Ah-ah: - moaned head. production and strongly pulled the leash, as if trying to push the head Yegor inside. “But Kuroyedov is the best.” He closed his eyes, remembering the sexy cashier, and tightly squeezed Volkova's clit with his lips.

“Ah,” she said for the third time, and somehow immediately went limp. The doorbell rang. Volkova jumped up, threw off the leash, threw on her robe and ran to open.

Egor was left lying on his stomach. In the open window, he could see a fragment of an orange sunset and a blue trunk of a pine growing in the yard. The wind rose.

A minute later, all three women were in the room. Melnikova, a senior technologist, looked fiercely at the boss's wet mouth. Beautiful Kuroyedova ran a fingernail over his butt.

“Well, Egor, it's up to you who you will get,” Volkova said, and again she wound a leash on her arm.

“There are four sheets of paper here,” said Kuroyedova. On each is written the name of one of us. What you fall out, so be it.

- What is the fourth? - asked Egor.

Melnikova blinked wildly and squeezed her lips. Kuroyedov turned to the window. Volkova nervously tugged at the leash and smiled guiltily.

“In any case, this is fate,” she said.

“Fate chooses a person, not a person, destiny,” said Kuroyedova, “therefore it will be fair if you do not pull out the sheet. Besides, your hands are tied. Which is symbolic. ” Melnikova bent down and with a thin tongue licked Egor on the lips. Four sheets of paper were lying on the floor.

“Second from the right,” said Kuroyedov. Melnikova, picked up a sheet, read what was written and put it on the table. Then she approached Yegor and spread her legs wide apart.

“You stay with Volkova,” she said.

Kuroyedov bent down, picked up the remaining sheets, put two on Egor’s back, and the latter slowly tore up and threw the scraps out the window. All three leaned over the window sill, looking like pieces of paper looking like butterflies slowly going down to the ground.