The girl who came to the office to Mr. Don, was dressed in an elegant female toksido. As if she had just attended a classical music concert. And it was true. Now Mr. Don understood why her name seemed so familiar to him. She was the first cello in the city symphony orchestra.

“How can I help you, miss ...” he faltered, afraid to say so well-known last name out loud.

- Call me Alexandra. Last name belongs to her husband and I do not want to use it anymore.

- Is that so? - he answered.

- This scoundrel is cheating on me. And I want you to get proof for me.

Don sighed. How is it usually! Once he thought that the work of a private investigator would be full of adventure. But in his entire life, he never once had to catch at least a jewel thief. Only unfaithful husbands and wives.

The only consolation is that this time the client was pretty. One could hardly believe that at that age she had become so famous as a musician. In appearance she was twenty-eight - thirty. The blue black hair framed the angelic face of the southern Mediterranean type. Eyes differed surprising expressiveness. And lips and asked for a kiss. Alexandra was a woman in the spirit of Mr. Don.

“Tell me about it,” he said softly. - When did it happen? How did you find out?

- I noticed sperm stains on our sheets. He's cheating on me in our bed while I'm working.

Don nodded sympathetically. He would have gone somewhere out of town in the place of her husband, or at least rented a room in a hotel, if he wanted to take a chase with some girl.

“But you already have proof.” What else do you need?

“I want a videotape,” she said. “I want this bastard to dig a hole for himself.” I want the judge and the whole world to see his cases.

Don leaned over to the papers, making calculations. Excellent complex work. You can earn some money. Things are getting better and better.

- There may be difficulties. After all, he will not voluntarily pose for us.

- You want to say that you are not able to fulfill the order? - Alexandra's eyes flashed.

- No, that you! - countered Don. - We have a lot of experience with the extraction of video tapes. But you will need to find a good place to install the camcorder.

Attention! Shooting!

There is a lot of space in Alexandra’s bedroom where you can install miniature recording equipment. Bedside tables and tables were placed along all the walls. On them was a mass of all sorts of trinkets.

“Not bad,” Don said, “if your husband doesn't turn on the bright light and scour in each drawer, I can install it with a dozen video cameras.”

- So do it.

He coughed.

- I have only two. But these are special models. Super quiet and unusually small.

- You can rent a few more, isn't it? I am ready to pay as much as you say.

“Do you really want a dozen?” - Don asked, raising his eyebrows in surprise.

“I want cameras on every corner.” - Alexandra looked very emotional. - I want to see every turn of his body and every mole on the body of the bitch who will fuck him.

“You are the mistress,” Don answered calmly.

Biting lips and nipples

"Bitch" actually had no birthmarks. Don figured it out before she began to undress. She fascinated her youth, elastic body, pulled into jeans and a shirt with a symbol of a university.

- Oh my God! - exclaimed Alexandra, as soon as she began to watch a video tape - This girl is one of his students. Brenda

“It's not surprising that he is such a popular teacher in college,” said Don, and immediately bit his tongue for his words. He recognized Ricardo’s reputation while testing his past at the beginning of the investigation.

But Alexandra did not respond to an inappropriate joke.She was completely absorbed in the film. This recording was made the day before and edited personally by Don in the last eighteen hours.

“It will take less than an hour,” said Don.

- Hour? Incredible! How much did they fuck ?!

- Not so long. I meant that the film is mounted from several. I took from each frame, showing the most successful moments and put them together. You can view unedited tapes later if you want.

“Maybe,” she said. - Now it's enough of this one.

Alexandra's voice has changed a lot. Became sharper. Don watched as Alexandra watched Brenda. And she at this time paraded her breasts. Ricardo went up to her and began to bite her nipples.

- Here is a scoundrel. That's how he always starts having sex with me. - Alexandra with a force pressed his heel shoes into the carpet on the floor of the office of Don.

- Does he bite your breasts? And do you like it ?!

- He likes. I always enjoy when they just kiss. I told him a thousand times to keep his teeth with me. But does he listen!

But Brenda did not seem to mind at all. Removing one of the breasts, the girl framed the second to the face of her lover, asking him to repeat the same thing. Alexandra watched the rival's enthusiasm. First cello picks up a bow

Don carefully watched the reaction of his client. She didn’t even blink when the camera showed Ricardo’s face and Brenda’s belly. Full-length staff would be enough for the assignment. But the detective believed that some initiative might please his client. He did this with a certain thought for the future.

“Let me get undressed, stupid,” Brenda said with a smile.

Ricardo sat down on the bed, pulled off his pants, and she managed to strip completely.

She behaved in front of him like a maniken on the TV screen. The camera rose and fell, showing everything from the tips of the toes to the crown. Alexandra's nostrils widened when she saw the student lay on her bed and spread her legs, revealing pink, juicy sex lips in front of the screen. Even the camera could not hide all the charm of a swollen and damp vagina. The girl plunged one finger inside her lush womb and circled them around the pubis. She looked at Ricardo and whispered:

- Look how wet you made me.

He came close to her and replaced her hands with his tongue. She jerked and clutched at his hair.

“I'm really excited today, Ricky, I have to finish very quickly.”

He groaned something like “yes” and continued kissing her between her legs.

- Ricky! - Alexandra was indignant. “He never let me call you that.”

The first cello of the orchestra has crossed its legs, crushing her knees strongly. She seemed terribly angry, although she never left the screen of a video receiver.

Brenda began to wriggle. The first time Don looked through this frame, he thought that the girl might break in half. Ricardo very skillfully drove his tongue on Brenda's clitoris, buried in her so that his chin was buried in the vagina of his mistress. She grabbed strands of his thin, black hair.

- Yes! Yes! Yes! - shouted Brenda.

Ricardo continued to "eat" her until Brenda pushed him with his foot. He left her in bed and gave a little respite.

“Now it's your turn,” the girl purred.

Ricardo lay back in bed. His excited cock stood high and ...