right in my wife's vagina. I lost track of time, so I don’t know how long it lasted. Natasha got her chest and gave her a kiss to the Negro. Then they kissed for a long time, my wife's hand was in the pants of a negro, and she made characteristic translational movements. Then the Negro again tried to lead her into the back room. After that, Natasha called me to help ...

- I already did everything to him, and he still wants something.

I went. The negro neglected me with his hand and began to kiss my wife. She did not resist. For some reason I took out a camera and began to photograph them. Then the Negro lifted Natasha's skirt so that her lens was in front of the lens.

- It's not interesting with cowards, you have to take them off! “I said it and didn’t believe it myself.” Natasha tried to protest, but the Negro deftly tore off her pants and handed them to me (I hid the pants in my Ryuzak).

- Then, too, and a bra ... - - it's me again.

The second salesman came up with Tu, and together they quickly and efficiently took off my wife’s blouse and bra, which also appeared in my backpack. Natasha grumbled ...

“Okay, okay, traitor.” Houses will understand.

The Negro turned on some Arabic music and began to dance with half-naked Natasha, pawing and kissing her. They brought me another hookah and hibiscus. Everything was like in a dream. Then the Negro pulled my wife in the back, she again protested, appealing to me. And I take it and say ...

- We are in a foreign country and must respect the traditions of this people.

Natasha has eyes with a penny! But the second seller gave her some kind of drink, she drank in one gulp and hung in the hands of the negro. The negro winked at me and took Natasha to the back room. Twenty minutes later they came out. Negro - happy and cheerful, and Natasha - a naked, drunken, lost in space. She wore a skirt and blouse and went out into the fresh air. The Negro tortured me with the offer of various goods and all kinds of chatter, then it was not his brother, not his uncle (just as healthy and black). They told me that they owed my wife a gift — a bag, but without her they did not remember which bag she wanted. I returned Natasha. Behind her came a few Arabs ... they blocked the exit and locked the door. The Negro's brother handed Natasha a rag (it was tiny, obviously not in size, a dress of some white gauze with oriental ornaments) and told her to wear it.

She lazily began to resent, they say, we agreed on a gift, a bag, and not about this dress. She was told ...

- Wear a dress - get a bag and this dress.

- I don't need a dress!

- Do not wear - you will not get anything.

- Well, do not, we leave.

- You did not understand, - - the Negro forcefully shoved a dress in her hand, - - Dress!

I tried to twitch, but they grabbed my arm tightly.

- Natasha, better dress, - I tried the world to finish the protracted shopping.

- I have nothing there, you have panties and a bra.

- Come on...

Natasha waved her hand and began to undress. The music started again. The Arabs came to life. The dress did not cover anything on it, but on the contrary emphasized. Again dancing, pawing. One of the Arabs asked ...

- You have a beautiful girl. Sell ​​it to me.

- I need it myself.

- Is it your wife or girlfriend?

- What's the difference?

And for some reason the Arab decided that Natasha was not my wife. And in Egypt, Russian women are treated like people if they are married, and if not, take them and fuck.

After that I was finally pushed into a corner, gave a hookah, warned me not to interfere. Fucked Natasha is no longer in the back, but right before my eyes. The execution ended after an hour and a half. After that, Natasha finally got her purse and we went outside - and just fucked up (I will not find another word). We were behind large glass windows in a lighted room. Right outside the windows, there was a street cafe where a bunch of Arabs met my wife with an enthusiastic hoot — they all saw it!

We miraculously got to the hotel without incident.And two days later, again went to the Old Town ...