for legs and trying to push them apart.

Karsavin, so recently moaning at the touch of tongue Jacqueline, also imbued with her sympathy and said:

- Baby, do not resist, Maxim Vasilyevich wants to help you ...

Jacqueline reluctantly spread her legs.

Throwing a glance at the picture that had opened to him, Maxim frowned:

- Vera Nikolaevna, do you have vodka or alcohol?

“Aniseed and with cardamom,” said Vera, looking anxiously at the young man’s saucy face.

- Carry! - Maxim shortly ordered.

“Do you want her right there?! ...” Vera guessed and gasped, imagining what pain Jacqueline would have to suffer again.

- It's nothing you can do! - Maxim said sadly, carefully looking at the damaged place. - This barbarian tore a poor bird in several places ... It would be nice if there was anything for the painkiller ...

“I have opium tincture,” said Vera, and, throwing herself on a peignoir, went to the chest of drawers for the medicine that she used for the women's pains that plagued her every month.

Pulling out a small flat bottle and a canvas bag, where she had harvested lint, she handed it all to Maxim and said:

“I’ll bring vodka from the buffet right now, but for now, give Jacqueline a liqueur.”

Fearing to encounter Vladimir Dmitrievich in the corridor, who was obviously not feeling in himself, Vera quickly returned from the dining room with a bellied vodka decanter on a tray, and sat down on the edge of the bed next to Jacqueline, quietly crying out in pain, waiting for the opium to take effect.

Soon, Jacqueline stopped moaning, her eyes became sleepy, and her face turned slightly pink.

Maxim, opening the burette, generously splashed vodka on a lump of lint and leaned between the divorced legs of a Frenchwoman.

“Karsavin, hold on the girl,” he asked, and with quick movements he began to wet the bleeding wounds with vodka.

Jacqueline screamed, bursting out, but Karsavin, holding her hands tightly, suddenly leaned over and began blowing hard on the wounds, trying to relieve Jacqueline's pain. It was so funny that both Maxim and Vera laughed in spite of themselves, exchanging glances with each other.

- Well, so far everything. Before the wedding heals! - Maxim said with satisfaction, having finished the painful procedure. - Let's hope that it will not cause much harm to our bird, although it will have some time to suffer, especially when dealing with a night vase ...

Putting the used lint on the tray, Maxim easily jumped up and, without dressing, carried him along with the vodka from the room.

And Karsavin put Jacqueline on his shoulder, and, gently stroking her back, pressed the girl to his naked body, as if taking her under his protection.

Faith in indecision sat next to them on the bed, not knowing what to do now. The situation was kind of crazy ...

Maxim returned, leading Vladimir Dmitrievich by the hand.

- Sit down, sir! Do things, now will be without sweet! - He said, seating Vladimir Dmitrievich on a chair in the corner of the room.

After that, he looked back at Vera, and, rapidly overcoming the distance between them, found himself beside her.

- Vera Nikolaevna, it's warm enough here, you don’t need it at all! - He said impressively, taking off her peignoir.

Having got rid of the robe that had disturbed him, he gently pressed Verino’s shoulder, forcing her to lie on her back. His flesh, which had just been in a forced calm, was again filled with force and swayed resiliently in impatient anticipation.

Vera looked at Maxim with anguish and closed her eyes hopelessly, accepting in advance all that followed.

Noticing her doomed look, Maxim, apparently, changed his mind immediately to take possession of her, and, hesitantly, turned to Vladimir Dmitrievich:

- Sir, so what you want to see? Does Vera Nikolaevna react to men's touch? It seems to me that yes ...- and he, bending over Vera's chest, slowly ran his tongue over her, hooking her nipple along the way, immediately cringing at his wet touch. - Vera Nikolaevna, honey, relax, I will be gentle.

But Vera didn’t feel herself tense, she lay with her eyes tightly closed, listening to how Maxim’s tongue tenderly slid over her chest, leaving behind wet, cool tracks. He slowly circled around her nipples, only occasionally returning to them, and Vera suddenly felt that she wanted his touches to her nipples to be more often, and after some moments she realized that she wanted him to not let her nipples go at all from their lips, and rudely tormented them, biting their tender tips.

- Stronger! - unexpectedly burst out from her plea.

Maxim immediately grabbed her nipple with his teeth and pulled him towards himself, stroking his tip with his tongue.

The greedy fish immediately surfaced from the depths ...

Vera groaned and leaned towards Maxim, immediately feeling how his hardened flesh clung to her thigh painfully. But she did not move away, but on the contrary, she fidgeted, led her womb under her quivering summit and sharply threw up her hips, jerking Maxim's flesh into herself.

For her, the environment suddenly ceased to exist, she completely forgot that there are three more people nearby who, with bated breath, were watching her.

Maxim screamed, not expecting such a pressure from her, but then, feeling how tightly she wrapped his arms around him, instantly turned over on his back, setting Faith on himself.

- Herself! - He ordered, leaning towards her and looking at her with insane eyes, clouded with passion.

Vera did not understand him. She first appeared in such a strange position, as if riding on a man. She was a little scared and for some reason it seemed that if he made the same sudden movement towards her again, she would fall off of him, like a fast-moving horse.

- Well, why did you stop? - Maxim impatiently asked, throwing her hips up on himself, which is why his flesh went even deeper into her, but she suddenly liked it.

Vera hesitantly raised herself and sank back onto Maxim. He groaned, closing his eyes, but this suddenly caused a protest from her.

Leaning over him and sliding her nipples across his chest, she quietly asked:

- Do not close your eyes, look at me, I want to see you.

He opened his eyes and looked at Vera. To be continued...