- I want you to be mine! He said passionately, and he dug a hard, painful kiss into Veerina’s lips.

Vera protested, leaning back, but Vladimir Dmitrievich advanced after her, continuing to kiss her until they rested against the table.

Vera, who already had nowhere to retreat, once again tried to push Vladimir Dmitriyevich away from herself, but he, seizing her under her buttocks, with a quick movement, sat her on the table.

She kicked her legs, trying to hit him, but he managed to preempt the blow, and, squeezing her knees with strong fingers, spread them to the sides, invading his hips between them.

Faith from the sharp movement of Vladimir Dmitrievich fell on his back, hitting the back of his head on a solid tabletop.

“Don't make me hurt you,” Vladimir Dmitrievich asked, holding her hand. “I don't want that at all ...”

Feeling that she had ceased to resist, he looked at her with a long appreciative look, and, lingering on her chest, said:

- Vera, think for yourself what it is like to live a lonely woman in our cruel world ... I will support you, and I will not allow anyone to offend you, just agree to be mine ... I want you so much! ...

And he showed her the power of his desire, having pressed himself to her with his body ready for decisive action.

Vera silently closed her eyes.

Having perceived her silence as consent, Vladimir Dmitrievich, exhaling sharply, with quick movements lifted Vera's lush skirts, exposing her slender legs.

- You will see, dear, you will see how you will be fine! - He whispered hoarsely, one hand unbuttoning his pants, and the other nasharivaya Vera between his legs. - You will not be hurt, you're no longer a girl.

Feeling an alien solid body intruding into her, Vera opened her eyes and, raising a cold glance at her intermittently breathing lover, said:

- If you do not want to be soiled, it is better to let me go - now I'm going to be sick ...

Vladimir Dmitrievich paused for a moment, and then, grinning and not letting her go, bent, wrapped the edge of the knitted tablecloth on Vera's face, and said:

- I will definitely let go, dear, but not before I finish, I waited too long for this ...

Probably, he decided to fully reward himself for his long-suffering, because he was in no hurry to finish ...

Vera was hot under the tablecloth, her back began to numb from the hard surface of the table, but Vladimir Dmitrievich swayed and swayed over her body under the plaintive creak of wood.

Faith was not so much pain as disgusting, as if someone with a stupid concentration stuck a stick from the broom into it.

Finally, Vladimir Dmitrievich twitched, stretched himself like a string, and shouting loudly the name of Vera, leaned heavily on her chest, squeezing Vera hard against the table.

For some time she felt in herself a convulsive shake of his falling flesh, and, squeezing her muscles in disgust, she pushed him out of her bosom, waiting for her to be finally left alone.

As if sensing this, Vladimir Dmitrievich stirred.

Having risen with effort, he removed the tablecloth from Vera's face, and, looking at the girl with a blurred look, said:

- Vera, forgive me my incontinence, but you were for me the most desirable in the world!

“Already“ was ”? ... - Vera clarified in a cold tone, looking at Vladimir Dmitrievich’s face and indifferently noting the changes caused by their proximity.

- Well, what are you! - he hastened to get better, at the same time putting his clothes in order. - And it was, and is! And I hope that it will continue like this ... - and he looked at her suspiciously.

“We'll see ...” said Vera vaguely, lowering her gaze.

Starchy skirts churned on the belly of a full-bodied shovel did not hide her body. But for some reason she was no longer embarrassed that she was lying with her legs wide apart in front of a man who frankly looked at her.Some kind of toggle switch clicked in it, turning off not only all kinds of shame, but also mental agony.

"The kept woman, so kept woman," she thought indifferently. “Not him, so others will use me, let it be better while he is alone.”

“You wouldn't be so kind as to take me off the table?” I absolutely can’t move: my whole body is numb, ”she said, looking accusingly at Vladimir Dmitrievich.

- Oh, I'm sorry! - He exclaimed, and, seizing Vera in his arms, carried her to the bed. - Next time we use this, more comfortable, bed ...

Vera lived with Vladimir Dmitrievich for almost three years.

Initially, they had constant conflicts for various reasons. For example, he liked, after stripping naked in front of her, to show her manhood and see how she liked him. When she answered with a completely indifferent voice that he was very beautiful, he was angry and shouted that she did not love him, and left, leaving her alone for whole weeks. But then he returned again, and, handing her expensive gifts, he whispered hotly in her ear that she was indeed the most desirable woman for him. During these periods of reconciliation, he took her to the opening days in the afternoon, to the theater or restaurant in the evenings, and at night he worked on her indifferent body, trying to get at least a spark of fire from her icy indifference.

In general, he treated her well, and over time she learned to convincingly portray passion at the right time for him, while at the same time she herself did not feel anything but the desire that this boring occupation was finally left behind.

During these years, the only passion of the Faith was reading, the love for which in her early childhood was instilled in her by her mother. The books helped Vera to get rid of melancholy, which increasingly covered her, especially on rainy autumn evenings.

Noticing Vera's passion for literature, Vladimir Dmitrievich first became upset, foolishly jealous of her books and writers who wrote them, but then he began to bring her new books to her as a gift, and gradually Vera had a good library.

Receiving a new book from Vladimir Dmitrievich, Vera joyfully threw herself on his neck and kissed him with her soft lips, which led Vladimir Dmitrievich not completely spoiled by her caress of Vladimir Dmitrievich. Therefore, when Vera expressed a desire to study foreign languages, Vladimir Dmitrievich, expecting new expressions of gratitude, volunteered to pay for her lessons, and even found a French teacher for her.

She was a young Parisian, left without a place in connection with the scandalous history that occurred between her and the fourteen-year-old son of the owner, in whose house she served. The boy tried to get under her skirt and got a flower pot on his nose. The owner immediately expelled the "mamzel", not only not wanting to listen to her excuses, but not even paying the due salary.

Vera, expecting a Frenchwoman at the appointed hour, intended to see a stiff person in front of her, but Jacqueline turned out to be a cheerful young woman, and they quickly found a common language with her.

Being both offended by men, they entered into a tacit alliance to support each other and soon became so friendly that Vera invited Jacqueline to move in with her completely, which caused some displeasure from Vladimir Dmitrievich, not without reason fearing that this would prevent him from indulging in carnal pleasures with faith.

With the move, Jacqueline Vera somehow started, and, as if awakening from a dream, breathed the air with a full chest. She broke away from her books and began to spend a lot of time on walks.

Vladimir Dmitrievich more than once, as they say, kissed the castle, without finding Vera at home, which was making a promenade with Jacqueline on Nevsky Prospect or the Summer Garden, talking animatedly with her in French.

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