- And the same? - I was interested. - Clap? The expression of the green eyes has become even more robust: they glimpsed as I had never seen before.

- I'm carrying her tomy, want it. This does not concern you.

I decided to get out of the situation with a smile and apologized. She already went further.

I felt very dissatisfied with this meeting. I was aware that I had no authority over this woman, but it seemed to me completely natural to have some privileges even in the absence of Claire. After all, they were given to me so favorably, and I myself did not ask for them at all. But as soon as I pondered this, the question arose whether I was too much of myself. The answer should have been positive.

Now I understand my mistake. I laughed at my own luposti, because to me, it seemed to me that the recent behavior of little Anne was completely natural and in itself so obvious that I would regard any withdrawal from him as something beyond comprehension.

Situation, if judged, was not at all the same as I had imagined. I was excited and greeted. I decided not to think any more about these two girls, or about this odd story. Three days I waited. On the fourth day I called Claire.

I was sure that she was waiting for my call, although her voice at the other end of the wire was quite imperceptible. In an ambitious tone, she inquired about how I lived "ever since." I replied that it was good. I pampered about her own health, and then about the health of her friends.

- But ... what kind of friends are you talking about?

- About Ann, of course! Are you pranking me?

- Ann! Ah, ny yes. I forgot completely! If you want to talk to Ann, you would say that. I lend it to you, my dear, this is all EPE. If you wish, sleep with her as you want! When should I send it to you?

These words were pronounced with vigor, which seemed suspicious to me. I spoke in an equal tone and pretended to reiterate what was said to her as a joke, then reversed the conversation with this delicate subject, not daring to say a word about a new day.

Having hanged a trumpet, I thought about this ridiculous refusal. I really wanted little Ann, it was obvious. But it was terrible for me to be face to face with that strange, cold girl who I met with a yogurt book and with which I was afraid to have a complete fiasco, the existing situation meant so little to her. With the same success, I could get Claire!

Or maybe the attitude that has developed in me, in the strength of its simplicity, still gives me the fortunes of a more rare character? And didn’t my desire for this, leaving me in the dark, dictated my choice? However, in any case, it was with Claire, I agreed to come to her house on Ryu Jacob, under the pretext of looking at those model photos, which she promised me to show me on the first day.

I again thought of a girl in a white dress, kneeling before a dubby, about growing up a girlfriend, falling on dry leaves under a dress, and about a rose with curls of petals, which sparkled pearls ran. CHAPTER FIVE: PHOTOS Photos I knew from the first glance: weak souls can build such as once in the store where I met Ann. Now, I have not had the impression, the girl’s buddies in the store knew: in any case, the one who was serving her was not familiar with her.

The copies shown to me by Clapper in the evening were more and in quality much better than those photographs to which I sometimes glanced at Monmartri. Then the pictures did not make a deep impression on me, because the poses seemed to me quite arrogant and not too interesting. However, this time I saw them in a completely different light. And not only that, in the model used for the pictures, I recognized little Ann. Now I turned my attention to how clear they were as opposed to those I had seen earlier, not at all passing on the character of immediate reality, more real, even more tangible than the nature itself.Perhaps, this sensation originated from illumination or rather from that sharp contrast between black and white, which only distinguished contrasts.

In spite of these changes, I was convinced that the negatives used were the same. Claire clearly felt the joy of the slave owner, allowing the first intercept of her demesne openness with her companion. Obviously, she looked for the pleasures of such a kind in me from the very beginning.

This use of pictures in her and in my eyes gave them even greater value. As for the technical implementation, I was not to express my wishes to Claire. We sat on the distance of the elongated pyki friends from the friend in small ones, however, the beautifully upholstered armchairs at the low table under the adjustable lamp, which, probably, was used as a projector during filming.

I was y Claire on the rue Jacob first. After a sumptuous, stiff staircase and a dilapidated house, a pleasant surprise was to enter the living room, the furnishings of which (as well as the whole apartment, as far as I could build) were modern, with comfortable furniture and eye-catching colors.

In order to further strengthen the isolation from the external world, so different, the heavy muddles on the windows were fixed, although the street had a white day. The windows did not appear in close quarters, as is the case in old houses, but they would give a ghostly, both faint and less intimate light than a properly located electric illumination.

Claire, alone for the sake of her friend, gave me photographs, and she herself first carefully looked at each one while I was exploring the results. They were collected in the hard folder. The format corresponded to the store magazine bymage ... The cool surface was protected by a reflective paper that had to be lifted to look at the picture.

At first, little Anne was only in a black bottom jacket, mugs and a transparent belt, similar to the one that I already had the opportunity to admire in the Bagatel's park. True, there was no lace trim on the sides.

A girl stands in a column in the same position, which forced her to take Claire, when she hid under her dress a crooked rose. However, there is no tyfel on it, and instead of the dress there is only the bottom shirt. With both necks, she lifts her lungs, revealing thereby the dilated thighs and hair in the groin. One leg straightened. She is slightly bent at the knee of the knee, so the stent is not all touching the floor.

The top combination is in the arms, but they can hardly be considered, since the folds, due to the fact that the right shoulder is not wearing, and the left one slid off the shoulder, interfere. Thus, the material sits obliquely, pinning half of one group and almost leaving a free second. The groupies are wonderful, not too big and placed far enough away from the other. The bear-hair cut-off nipple clearly protrudes forward, as if specially pulled out. Ryki okrygly, lines grats. The face under the soft curls came out brilliantly: a humble look, open lips, the face expresses a mixture of lovely inexperience and submissiveness. The head is tilted to the side of the bare chest and slightly bent legs.

Illumination that throws sharp shadows gives photos, contrasts, softness and distinctness. The light penetrates through the Gothic-looking window with heavy vertical claws. On one side of the picture you can see several of them. The column, which rises ahead, is made of the same stone as the contact window; in thickness it coincides with the hips of the girl, standing next to. On the other side of it you can see the headboard of the iron bed. The floor is paved with large black and white tiles.

The next picture was taken from a closer distance and includes the whole bed. It is designed for one person. Filled with black paint and without covering. The sheets are completely messy.

Embellishments at the head and foot of the prana: iron stems, intertwining in a spiral and joined together by rings more light, obviously, ... Read more →