whether it was a game, the woman did not know.

The men soon returned from the toilet, where they washed, and Lyuba was already waiting for them at the front table with breakfast. To do this, she had to get all her supplies, taken on the road. But breakfast turned out well. While preparing everything, Lyuba felt like a birthday girl, who was opposing a certain significant date of her life and is now waiting for dear guests. And indeed, in a sense, it was so. This night was significant because Lyuba stopped feeling herself a decent, decent woman, and voluntarily, consciously agreed to the role of a whore.

The men sat down to breakfast with such a look, as if they expected it. Lyuba darted to the bottom and reached out to pour the wine grabbed from the house. She was not allowed this. Stepan poured everything himself, for some reason she did not pour it. Lyuba reached out to the butterblock she had just made, but even then her hand picked her up. When she, realizing that something was wrong, raised her eyes in surprise, they explained everything to her.

“You yourself must understand,” said Vazgen. “We will not sit at the same table with you. We are abusively eating with a woman who will be given to different men. Even if we ourselves are. But we are decent people, and next to a whore we cannot eat. It is offensive for a man to eat with someone like you. ”

Lyuba was stunned. “But after all, yesterday we sat all together ... And in the restaurant, too ...” - she sulked in suspicion.

“But then you were not yet a whore” - entered into the conversation of Gena - “Then we did not yet fuck you in all holes. You were still a decent woman, and not such as now. "

Lyuba gasped at the sense of shame and humiliation that overwhelmed her. Tears choked her, but the woman still found the strength to return with a fire: "But you are the first, Gena, and began to ... fuck me."

“So what of it?” Gene laughed. “But do not you think that I will eat at the same table with a woman whom I fucked in my mouth? And then I saw her punching my ass? No, you wait. Here we will have breakfast, and then it will be your turn. "

Lyuba could not be in the compartment anymore. She jumped into the corridor. There she allowed herself to cry. Standing at the window, she thought: "Well, yes, of course. What am I now offended. At first I was fucking with three unknown men and even enjoyed it. They saw how I came from their intercourse, and laughed at me. And now, of course, they don’t want to watch me eat with them. I eat it with my mouth, which I was infected with a few hours ago, filled with their special one. ”

Soon, she was called into a compartment and the men told her to remove her from the table. Hurry up breakfast itself. Lyuba took dirty stoppers, glasses and went to the toilet to wash them. Staying there alone, I remembered how at night I was washing away in the same place, reeling from fatigue. And suddenly everything that she experienced was suddenly transformed for a woman and turned into a different quality. Lyuba suddenly aroused. From memories, from its current position.

After washing the dishes, the woman stared at the wall of the toilet and ran her hand between her legs. She stretched out the legs wider, and with her fingers began to excite the clitoris, to caress the sponges. Downstairs, still a little sore from all over the energy relations. Lyuba was breathing heavily when she felt the first signs of the impending orgasm. So the woman masturbated, standing in the toilet, and her lips whispered helplessly: “I am now a whore, an unhappy bitch of a bitch ... They fuck me in all holes ... And I get pleasure from it. What have I become? How low I fell ... "

Ogazm rubbed her and mucus flowed from the fingers opened vagina on the thighs. At that moment, they started to knock the toilets, quietly at first, and then more insistently. There was no time to wash. Lyuba took off her robe, took the dishes and left.

Going into the compartment, the woman discovered that there was no one in it. The men went into the tambour to smoke. Then Lyuba immediately realized what she had to do.

Closing the door of the coupe, she rushed to her suitcase.Quickly, feverishly, she took out her very short skirt, which she never dared to wear and only with a cuddle took with her a thin semi-transparent blouse and fancy output shoes with a high thin heel. Pulling it all over herself, the woman looked into the long mirror, mounted in a double compartment. For the first second she did not recognize herself. Before her stood a clear prostitute — a very seductive, but shameless. The skirt barely pinned her ass, her nipples were flashing out from under her blouse. The high heels, although they made the figure more firmly, were still calculated for the evening, and in the afternoon in the car they seemed like an obvious challenge and desire to charm men.

Vazgen and Stepan entered, followed by Gena. All three stopped and examined Luba. She stood before them, not knowing what to say, a little ashamed of her deed. Silence was terminated by Stepan: “Oh, here we are in full parade. It turns out, Lyubka, you like us, if you are trying so hard now. ”

“Yes,” said Gena, “but then we can consider it properly. And I must say, the product is necessary. What do you think? ”With these words, he stretched out his hand and, grabbing Luba by the big pink nipple, who was stealing from under her blouse, hurt him. From this pinch, the woman screamed and shrank. Everyone laughed, and Stepan then added: “Indeed, now it is clear that you can use it completely. So, we are not looking at her yesterday eye. "

“This is not what you are saying,” intervened. You know, Lyubka, we thought here. You are Vazgen; - “Do not look at it is necessary.”

“And what for?” “But for what,” said Vazgen, and, approaching close to Luba, put his lap under the skirt. Instinctively, Lyuba pushed her thighs apart, letting the man's hand to her vagina. The fingers of Vazgen seized first at the pubic hair, then they spread over their lips. Vazgen grunted contentedly: “Well, I told you that you are all wrong about the quality of a woman. What do you all have taken shape and face. It's all empty. Look here.

The face of a woman is her vagina. Take a look - it's already wet. The girl was just waiting for us - alone in an empty compartment, she changed her clothes to make us like it. This is all good. But after all, in addition, it is all completely wet. "

“How wet?” - the others did not believe. “And try it yourself if you do not believe.

She already wants to fuck, wants us to surrender. She is now ready to take on men. Lyubka is wet. ”

A woman during this conversation stood, huddled up in a ball, not daring to move. She lowered her head and did not raise her eyes. And all this because she knew best of all that Vazgen was absolutely right. She is now just like that. Waiting for men, she specially changed herself to excite them and move them to new intercourse, to new tortures and harassment. Of course, she did it subconsciously, but now it was clear that she wanted just that. And the discharge, which Vazgen found in her vagina, confirmed this in the most unambiguous way.

The train stopped at some station. The conductor announced that the train would be there for twenty minutes. Lyuba went to the platform and smoked. Many passengers watched her. Some - with interest, some - with rejection and condemnation. Of course, there was no secret from anyone that the whole trip was in their compartment. And the moans of Lyuba could be heard in the corridor, and the sniffing of the men who fucked her, and the crack of the bed on which everything was happening. Yes, and the current appearance of a woman also did not give reason to doubt anything ...

Lyuba smoked and tried not to pay attention to sidelong glances. “Now I have to get used to it. Such an attitude of the surrounding - now my destiny "- she thought bitterly and at the same time dying from excitement and anticipation ...

In the compartment, meanwhile, the men conferred, and when she arrived, she made an offer. “This is not what you are saying,” intervened “everything is equally necessary in Sochi to rent a room. So you live with Henki. He has a laptop in the house at home. We will put a bed for you there. And you will rest. True, a little bit different from the way you did, but we think you will like it. ”The men laughed. In general, no agreement was required. Therefore, she was immediately told to take off her clothes.Silently obeying, the woman threw off everything and remained naked in front of them. The men carefully and with laughter examined all the traces they left on the body of the woman the day before. They were bruises that covered all the plots left by pry hands and suction on the neck ... “Of course, Lyuba thought, with such a body it is impossible to go to the beach. So - only in sareychik to Gene. I will spend my vacation there. ”