was told, Roy knelt in front of her on the road and kept his left boot while Angela was pulling him. At the same time, she put her booted foot in his boot on his shoulder. The smell of new boots tickled Roy's nostrils, his gaze was fixed on Angela’s spread legs, which had tied the boot to her left leg. With the effort, Angela shod him. Now both her legs became similar to each other: to the middle of strong thighs, both covered with matte black leather, above which thighs covered with brown tan stood out sharply, the flesh of which converged to her crotch hidden by shorts. The boots were not sewn for her legs, but now Roy did not remember this one.

- How do you like them? He breathed.

She removed his legs from his shoulders and got out of the car. Putting her hands on her hips, she walked back and forth several times along the road, where her legs were carried. Angela's attention was completely absorbed by the new sensations of the legs, which were almost completely hidden by the leather tread.

- How are they? They, onii - Angela is desperate to find the exact words - They are damn great!

She took off her shirt over her head, exposing her large tanned breasts. Then she pulled off her shorts, impatiently shaking them off her feet. Completely naked, with the exception of high boots, she turned to Roy, who was still standing, gaping, on her knees next to the car. His dick pulsed from the blood rushing to him. Angela imperiously pointed to the grove near the road:

- I want you to fuck me, Roy! NOW!

Roy got to his feet and, brushing off his pants, hurried in the direction indicated by her finger. They fucked on the grass. Roy was on top, but Angela's shod boots, crossed on his back, squeezed him like two fingers of a fabulous giant. The boots, their pressing, the strength of their embrace, the creaking of their skin in tune with the movement of their bodies, controlled their intercourse. Several times Roy was on the verge of, and only the timely loosening of the leather grip held him and gave strength to continue. Only after Angela had an orgasm two, and maybe all three times, was he allowed to cum too

Meanwhile, finally dark. Stars high up brightly in the sky when Roy and Angela began to collect their scattered clothes. Angela found her quickly enough and her process of dressing took less than a minute. For Roy, picking up the details of his courier suit took longer because he too often looked at the girl who, in the light of the stars, walked slowly along the road, arms folded: tired, sweaty and contented, enjoying the sensations that her boots gave. Now, Roy noticed that although Angela’s boots fit her legs well, they were clearly not made for a woman with such full legs, especially in the hips. It should be noted that Roy did not think to criticize Angela's feet.

“You'd rather get in the car,” he shouted to Angela, “I’ll go up and help you take them off.”

“Yes, chief,” Angela answered wistfully.

Sitting down in the car and clutching the seat tightly, she obediently, at his command, raised her legs one by one, so that he would take off her boots. Roy put them back in the box.

“They were laid in such a way that it was impossible to immediately see the golden emblem,” Angela prompted, “

I wonder what D. means. M. S. "?

Roy tried in his mind to make some indecent phrase from words beginning with these letters, but he did not succeed, and he only shrugged his shoulders.

Packing Mrs. Gardner's order in a box and putting it in the back seat, they drove further along a country road, along which there were no streetlights or luminous windows of houses. Relaxed, Angela, with her eyes open, silently sat next to Roy, leaning back. Roy was good, but she found drowsiness on him. He drove the car, somewhat belatedly reacting to the road, his eyelids suddenly became heavy.But there were no other cars on the road, and they only had to drive a few miles to get to the Lockwood manor.

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Victoria raised her hand, interrupting Mr. Keane.

“How did you know all this?” She asked. - I mean the details.

- Roy told, miss. He did not hide anything. We can say that he was forced to make a full confession.

- Recognition? - asked Victoria. - Forced? Who!

- If you let me continue, missy

“Yes, go ahead,” Victoria allowed.

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Manor they saw a few minutes before they approached her. It was a large rural house with many rooms, built eighty or a hundred years ago. He made an impression on Angela. She sat in the chair and began to look intently through the windshield at the approaching house.

- Is it here, Roy? What a big house. What is her name, Gardner? She must be very rich to live here.

“She gets money from her guests,” Roy answered, without thinking. - I am ready to argue that it does not remain in the stock.

He turned the car into the gate and slowed down on a long gravel-strewn alley. In front of them, a dark silhouette stood against a starry sky. It was built of red brick, darkened by time.

- Roy, look here!

- Where?

“Windows on the top floor,” Angela leaned forward and sideways in her place to get a better look. “They have shutters, and they are all locked.” No one can live there.

- Maybe it's the off season.

- In the middle of summer?

Roy shrugged. He stopped the car and was about to leave when he noticed that Angela was going to do the same. He stopped her, putting his hand on her:

- You will wait for me here.

“Well, Roy,” she said, either begging, or demanding. - Can't I go with you. I want to look at the house from the inside.

“No,” Roy snapped. “I'll just go inside for a couple of minutes.” You were not invited there. So be good to do what they tell you, and wait for me here.

He was tired and wanted to end the argument, which had not yet had time to be played out properly. He succeeded, Angela paused. She pouted her lips and watched with offended eyes as Roy took the box with Mrs. Gardner's order and got out of the car.

Now, having insisted on his, Roy felt a little guilty before Angela for his rudeness. He decided to apologize to her on the way back to the city. He glanced at the big dark house and made sure that Angela was right about the last floor. By the light of the stars, he distinguished a series of small windows, not one of which was illuminated by closed wooden shutters. All the windows were very high and probably corresponded to small rooms in which the servants were accommodated on those distant days when they were not very polite with the servants. People who want to relax for their money want to get more comfort. Be that as it may, the rest of the house was lit, and the front doors were wide open. Roy, holding the box, went inside. An attractive young woman with long blond hair sat at the hotel counter. She carefully read the book she was holding open with both hands.

- sorry

The girl looked up. She had blue eyes thick with a black pencil.

“Mrs. Gardner’s order.” Can you sign the receipt?

“Wait a minute,” the girl replied.

After these words, she continued reading, turning the page. Roy noticed that she was finishing her chapter. Watching the girl, immersed in reading, Roy noticed a plastic badge pinned to her blouse. On the badge was written her name "Kate", and above the name was depicted ... Read more →