The question is just one more question! - patter rattled Nastya. - Understand correctly and do not be offended, but did you have any physiological contact with guys?

Fuck! No, after all, we have come to this question! I admit, this slightly delayed the "finish". It's amazing how everything was upset. Apparently, Svetin still compensated for the tongue, leveled it - in general, it licked the effect.

- Physiological contact with guys? And then! Yes, every week we drive the ball.

- No, in a sense, sexual experience?

I knew that now I’d finish anyway, I fell into nirvana, and responded as Windows help system, that is, a lot and all garbage:

- sexy? Yes, this is my business. Bargain ass at the Bolshoi Theater. Well and so, as a friend, of course, you will bend over, then suck out, it’s something everyday. In the cards, again, when you lose.

- Well, I'm serious! - Nastya almost shook her foot.

- Not! - I answered briefly, so as not to go deep. - Ooooo - FFF - FFF - FFF - FF - FF - F - F - F - f.

And some more “f” is smaller and quieter. But the first reactive mega-fs seem to smash Sveta's brains to take off. Because she, swallowing and licking my still tense device, turned to Nastya and said:

- Write: ejaculate volume is about five.

With these words, Don Julio sat down a bit and covered himself with a hat. I pulled the pants and jeans, buttoned. Thanked:

- Thanks, it was not bad.

- It's my pleasure. Thank you for answering all the questions. Almost for everything.

I snorted:

- What are you doing, like doing research?

- Something like that. From the youth magazine "TEEN-ishna Bar."

I nodded. I heard about this. Such cretinic names in memory settle.

- Why did not you immediately say? Why this parsley about cards, loss?

Sveta, rising from her knees and straightening her clothes, explained it was even guilty:

- Yes, you know, we tried to be honest, that, they say, research and all the cases - but the guys somehow hack to it. And we need to measure the parameters - well, you understand. In And with this tale of cards, they get turned upside down. Although we actually play sometimes fling who sucks first. And then - in turn.

- Here, look at the questionnaire, is everything correct? - Nastya handed me her notebook.

Then Sveta remembered:

- Oh, wait! Well I didn’t measure in a calm state! - she again unzipped my pants and removed the object.

From the warmth of her hands, he, who had not yet properly calmed down, rose again. Sveta was puzzled and addressed him directly:

- No, Don Julio, you throw it! I will not suck you again. Let Nastya suck you, let the owner jerk you - but you will not wait for me. So relax!

It was funny and artistic. Out of courtesy, I thought about preparing for the imminent entrance exams - and Sveta measured everything.

- And why should I confirm if this is, like, an anonymous suction in the sense of a survey? - I asked. - Or, like, smile, are they shooting you with a hidden camera?

- No, that you, that you, do not be afraid! - both girls shook their hands.

Yes, I, in general, was not particularly afraid. If they had asked what I was doing about a year ago, I would honestly answer: I was filming harsh hardcore porn. Without perversion, but debauchery - Mama Do not Cry (and it’s better not to know about it at all, dear Mama). However, there was no such question in their questionnaire.

- And what would you, instead of really taking to the head - not to take from your head - these same parameters? - I was amazed.

They were outraged a little:

- Yes, we are not like hacks! Honestly we study journalism, intern in the journal. We really need it.

“Yeah. You need a juicy pussy cock in your mouth, ”I thought.

But he understood that this was only partly true. Still, besides fucking, professionalism was also felt in them.

We exchanged phone numbers in case something needed to be clarified, and dispersed.I saw how they caught some muscular boy a little older than me, in a tracksuit, he did a run, and also began to ship him, and the “lost in cards” was Nastya now.

On the way home, I still remembered the golden words of my boss Innocent: yes, there are, there are people who treat their work reverently and work in good faith. But, if he, for example, had given me a task to lick off the first oncoming aunts, in order to fix the tonality and amplitude of their groans - I am afraid he would be sent to that object, which now peacefully rested in my underpants this stupid suction and blissfully anticipating a meeting with my girlfriend, who in this part is generally a typhoon and a tornado.

However, - I thought, until the "typhoon and tornado" hears my thoughts, - it depends on what aunts.