We dragged her into the basement when everything was ready. I put her bound hands in a loop and pulled the body up through the block. Horror splashed in her eyes, her legs trembled a little, the dress stuck to her body.

We sat down in chairs, I splashed into the glasses of the Golden Ring, silently drank.

“Take off her dress, max,” I said.

Max slowly undid the three buttons on his chest and pulled the dress down. Bra was not. It became interesting to me:

- Remove the patch.

Max released her lips. Her legs remained bent, the inside of the thigh already felt the hand of Max. Then he pressed on the bosom, she screamed and bent back. Max grinned, stroked her cheek. He was already standing. She saw it.

I kept wondering why she didn't wear a bra.

“Kesha, like this,” she said, “why?” Why are you so?

I was forced to smile.

- But as? You would like us to stay with Max after the lessons in class and tell you: “Zhanna Pavlovna, we decided to have some fun with you this weekend, because you are a sex-appeal, you excite us with one of your views when you teach , and when you cant, and when you are in a short skirt, and you have beautiful breasts, and we know that you are not married, but we, Jeanne Pavlovna, are strange guys, we strangely love, in a special way ... "?

Drops of sweat had already sunk to her chest and were now descending into a hollow. Max was already at the box, and she was still looking at me. He quickly pulled back her panties and with force stuck the artificial penis, already smeared with petroleum jelly, into her anus. In her eyes, tears left only amazement.

- you still no one? - Max said, quite smiling and running his finger over her lips.

I lit a cigarette when she saw the vibrating massager in Max’s hand. And she was scared that they would understand if everything was too fast. Less than a minute later, the convulsions were already shaking her, and her legs were indecently squeezing Max’s hand under his goggle in Kesha’s calm eyes.

“Go ahead,” I said. Max hit her on the cheek, then grabbed her hair and chest. He gently beat her in painful places, and she felt fearful that new sweet cramps were coming, the juice was already running down her thighs, and when she saw the hand moving in jeans, she plunged into a whirlwind without a trace.

We smoked. Her body lay on the floor, seemingly unconscious. The hair was scattered.

Max got up and pushed back another chair, then lowered it there, she opened her eyes, eyelashes started, now he tied his hands with straps to the armrests, spread his legs wide and tied them to the legs of the chair. She looked at me.

- Want to leave? - I asked. She was silent.

Max brought the bare end of the telephone wire into her vagina, then sat next to me and took the old machine with a pen. Zhanna screamed when he twisted the handle several times - by surprise, it was not painful, but it tickled and caused such ...

“Stronger,” I said.

Max began to turn faster, she pushed her pelvis, twitched: - God, crazy ... Stop, well, do not, well, I ask you, Kesha, oh ... oh ... but ... well, I ... I ask.

- What do you want now? - I shouted.

- Oh, do not ...

- Stronger, Max.

“Ah ... and ...” She jerked, squirmed as best she could, the unbearable itch at the bottom scared that she would not bear it and say.

- What do you want? Well! - Max was spinning.

“Rape me,” she cried, “faster.”

I went, unbuttoned jeans. My reared flesh was next to her face, she stretched her lips, but could not reach ...

- Closer, well closer, oh ... oh ... - she moaned.

Max has already ceased to turn when mine was in her mouth. Suddenly, the orgasm began to shake her, a member jumped out, and the jet struck first on the cheek, then on the closed eyelids, eyebrows ...

I sat in a chair without jeans, her head lay back, her face covered with sperm, slightly shuddered, her mouth was ajar.

Max came up and put her hand in a vice, then slowly began to squeeze his fingers. She woke up and looked at him in surprise. The next instant, a sharp pain made her scream.

- What, what do you want? What? What? I will do everything, do not hurt!

Max stopped and looked at me.

- We would like to know from you, Zhanna Pavlovna, what happened to the fifth-grader Lenyuly a month ago.

- Nothing.

- Don't make us hurt you.

- Do not, I will tell.

- We are listening.

- I told him to stay after lessons, since he didn’t do his homework ...

- In detail, we are not in a hurry. Untie her right hand.

- Lenya, I told him ...

- What were you wearing?

“I was wearing a short black skirt and a white blouse with cutouts on my chest and back,” she looked at my rising member.

- Did you know that he is the most defenseless in the class? - I asked.

- Yes.

- What is his mother - a cleaner in our school?

- Yes.

What is he afraid of everything, especially teachers?

- Yes, I knew, I asked why he did not do a lesson, he was silent.

I got up and went to close the door to the classroom. I felt that he was watching me walk, on my butt, on my legs. When I sat down again in front of him, I slowly crossed my legs, so that the skirt turned up so that gum stockings could be seen.

- Come closer. - He came up.

“Well, tell me why you didn't do a lesson.”

_ We had guests in the evening.

- So what? Would do the lessons in my room.

- We have one room.

- Would you do after leaving the guests?

- He stayed overnight.

- Who?

- Mum's guest.

- Stay with you at night?

- Yes.

- Where did he sleep? - Lyonya was silent. I hit him on the cheek. - Well?

- With mom in bed

- Where is your bed?

“At the other end of the room.”

“Did you hear what they did at night?” Well! - I hit him on the cheek twice.

- Yes.

- What?

- He climbed on my mother from above and moved, the bed creaked ...

- and all?

- Mom still moaning.

- And he?

- He breathed heavily and wheezed ...

I spread my legs apart, unbuttoned one button on her blouse. His lips were quivering, he sweated.

- What happened next? Well, faster!

- Then Mom got on all fours, and he got behind her ...

- So what?

- He began to move the booty.

- What for? Tell me why?

- To his pussy went back and forth.

- What for?

- I do not know.

- You know! - I grabbed his cheek with his nails and began to twist the skin. He shouted.

“So that he was pleased,” he gasped, he gasped.

- And her?

- To her, probably, too.

- Probably or exactly?

- Right.

- Why? Well, say, well! - I hit his ankle high with his heels several times. - Speak.

- Because she moaned and said: “Still, still, dear”, and then said: “Deeper, deeper, stronger ...”

- What did you do at that time?

He did not answer, stood, looking down. I stepped on his heel on his sandal. - Well? ...