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the girl on the back of her head in order to gently push the pliable movement of her head. After reading that soon the girl receives the fruit of her efforts, I called Claire:

- Seki her seki her!

Claire, deviating to the pooh, on which her knee rested, tried to prickly at the fettered girl, aiming her blows at the most tender places, wringing her knees and groin, which caused the unfortunate delightfully convulsive waking. So that it doesn’t bother me, I firmly, with both hands, grabbed the bright head, then pushing it away, then forcing it to move up and down, then stop, trying only with my own desire. CHAPTER SEVEN: TESTING After that episode, Claire announced that little Ann would come to me every time I wanted her, and that I could have fun with her in my own full witness. If I consider that the girl doesn’t go to meet me enough, or if she awakens me in an awkward movement, she will be punished severely.

These agreements, concluded in the presence of the interested person in the bar on San Sulpas, suited me best. I didn’t even feel like wanting to use my right. In the following days I was content to talk with both friends in restaurants, the intimate legs of which gave a sense of some isolation, which gave me the opportunity in my turn to enjoy the most innocuous of my rights.

Claire took a critical look to ensure that the behavior of her students corresponded to the behavior of the last slave. Sometimes the waiter, with his indelicate look or gesture, accidentally turned in our direction, caught us in a dumb scene or in strange words ... These scandalous situations, which were even stronger than the little Ann, completely corresponded to our strife.

If these maneuvers caused me to be cheschep, you could always find a car in the car. She stood on some deserted street, and here I let a young woman caress and kiss me.

One evening that week her mistress left us alone: ​​I had to take the girl to the center, where we were going to put on different clothes, which I myself had to choose for her. Clapper was very pleased with tight lace belts and lace-trimmed hem. As for the bras, she wanted to have only the smallest models that support the bottom of the chest without hiding it, and thus leave her nipples free. Since Ann had been forbidden to wear both combinations and trisics, and everything was like that, our pokipki was limited to these three things.

Immediately I decided that the most pleasant one would be directly as an example. But only when I saw the glass of the window in the shop on Fobyg Saint-Onore, the young woman’s friendly face was full, I fully understood the piquant possibilities of this ceremony. One thing Clare told me, supposedly that morning little Ann had been carved (as a punishment for some dog), was enough for me to imagine her shame in front of a stunned vendor, who did this and ask for advice.

Claire, who trusted me, did not say anything else. Having decided not to walk with us, she, undoubtedly, thus avoided a complex enterprise: a pair is always less suspicious, and therefore behaves much more confident. We only needed a nice vendor: young, glorious, as they often are in these expensive quarters, and not susceptible to use. At the same time, in her readiness for us to deny she should not have shown excessive zeal, she should have spoken in the role of just a hospitable and humble witness.

The girl seemed appropriate. The store was quite elegant and wore a seal of calm. There were a lot of interesting models too. The vendor, who was waiting for buyers on the other side of the glass and pink combinations, was between twenty-five and thirty years old. Dark-haired, well-built.Noticing that I was seeing her, she pushed me with an encouraging smile: it is always better to encourage people who want to buy women's lingerie. We entered.

A beautiful vendor turned to my spy tnitse to know what we want; however, I responded, pointing to a belt hanging in the center of the window in white nylon. Little Anne kept silent, as always, silently, and stood poypivshis.

Therefore, I was shown a belt in a rope with some other friends of the same type. I spoke about the details of various models, highlighting those that I found most attractive, and focusing on the need for deep cuts in front and behind. The saleswoman smiled knowingly and spoke about the quality of the models.

The conversation y was getting pleasant and natural. A woman tried to ignore the self-deprecating position of my spygene.

“This one here,” I said, “as the most lovely buddha.” But he is a little low: I'm afraid he will not let the pubic hair hold straight.

The woman looked at me. Then she glanced at Ann and again at me.

I smiled at her; she answered the same.

- Not very nice? - I added.

- To wear such - one smile.

- No, just not to wear, of course. Smiles look ... yes and pyk ...

At this time, the smile was already less businesslike. The woman even slightly grew. I turned to Ann.

- Try it.

Ann answered:

- Well, if you want it. “However, she was talking too quietly, and I’m not sure if the woman had heard the recourse form.

I said that at the same time we would take the opportunity to try on a bra. I described the model I wanted. The saleswoman, without hesitation, showed me the most ordinary of the available ones.

Having made my choice, I came to bed, bydto want to show her the bezel Chylok Anne, and calmly raised the hem of the dress last above the thighs:

- This is the type ...

The beautiful presenter asked everyone to look at me surprisingly and turned her gaze to the smooth, surrounding flesh, which I demonstrated to her.

“Yes, I see,” she answered only. I asked little Anne to hold the dress by herself, and by that time he explained to the woman a system with a collecting hem around the elastic, for which he pulled them off with both hands.

“Raise the hem higher,” I told the girl. - And come closer to the light.

She complied immediately. Thus, a woman who bent forward to get a better look at it, was able to demonstrate that there was not even a trace of trysik on her young girl.

She caught, probably, and the warm aroma of dyhov, which Claire rubbed that into pubic hair.

While little Anne was taking off in a close-up to try on a belt, I stood y the heel and talked with the vendor about the wind and the weather in general. In this conversation about anything she did not hold herself at all. However, in the expression of her face there was something of pleasure and curiosity. I felt we could go even further.

I turned to the side of the approximate.

- Hy what is there, are you ready?

There was no answer. I continued in a tone of paternal care:

- Hy-ka see ... - I went to the barred curtain, took her to the side and entered the little Ann.

All in white, she was adorable. It was only a new bra and a new belt. Both parts were remarkable in their impurity. I pulled the girl to me and kissed. After some time I decided to call women from the store. I got a head because of the curtain.

- Could you look in here for a minute?

She approached and, boldly smiling, looked me straight in the eye.

The room was big enough so that we could fit in it all together. Ann stood in the distance, facing us. The vendor stood beside me. Anne took the cords from the body so that it would be more convenient to parse. She instinctively opened her mouth and opened her knees. I raised her pyky by the brush and told her to turn first ... Read more →

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