Bath was just gorgeous. It smelled of pine needles, wood. Fatigue after several hours of lectures evaporated.

The chief lay on the bottom shelf, razomlevshiy. I massaged his fat folds on his back. He is a kind, sophisticated, but powerful person. So ved - rector. But so young - 35 years old, no more!

He loves all the exquisite, beautiful. And what a body - a small, fat.

The chef got up, enjoying the rossebush. “Wash” - said quietly. I took a sponge, wetted it with warm water and thickly soaped it. The foam smelled luxurious and elegant.

It was late, there was nobody in the sauna. A typical evening of a typical day.

I gently rubbed his body with a soapy sponge. Shoulders, abdomen, back, ass, legs.

You have to be careful, gentle - the life and the well-being of my wife and me depend on this person.

Separately, I made a short chef pisyunchik. Probably because of his size, he still has not married.

He pulled the skin and gently soaped the head. He pulled the skin back, rubbing her delicate head.

Chef vomit with pleasure. “A-nuk, come on,” he said. I started slowly and gently masturbate his warm chick. The boss relaxed his body, lordly leaning on the wooden paneling of the sauna.

He calmly and imperiously laid his right hand on my head, took my hair and pulled my head to my groin. I knelt on the knee and began to suck my warm soft member of my benefactor.

At times, the chef tore my head from his penis and pressed it to his chest, forcing him to lick my nipples.

So I worked for a long time. Mouth tired, numb.

Finally, the chef pulled my head over his penis and injected thick warm protein into my mouth.

Having swallowed a seed, washed a member of the owner. Floundering, we went home. “I'll spend the night with you today,” said the chef, lounging in the backseat of his old Volkswagen. I brought him to my house.

My wife met us in a robe. Smile and joy in his address. It is right: after all, he and her boss.

We went to bed. I was laid on the floor: I gave my place to my boss. My wife wanted to lie with me on the floor, and the chief said that the bed, they say, was a double bed, they would have enough space. His wife turned red, turned off the light and lay down with him. Fell asleep.

At night I woke up from a barely audible rustling in bed. I listened.

Yes. The chef fumbled over my wife's body.

He savored for a long time. Then he heard champing. He probably pressed my wife's head to his groin. She sucked loudly, diligently.

Okay, I will sleep. Tomorrow she will tell me all the same.