honey, you agree.

I, as always, just nod in response.

- jerk off - and she takes my hand and lowers it down, makes it a few strokes, and then I continue myself.

From such a sharp pleasure - a huge member, tearing my anus, and masturbation - I quickly finish. Tired I fall on the carpet. Irena gets on all fours and Farid vigorously enters at first into the vagina, and then into the ass. Soon he is all tense and shrieks. Then it stops for a while, gradually relaxes and now slowly rises and goes into the shower. Irena beckons me to her:

- Lick and suck all of my ass, dear. Farid let me go in there a lot.

And I fall asleep. Her red, opened vagina oozes with juice. Stretched by a huge dick Farida anus was sperm expired. Irena was moaning at the touch of my tongue and trembling all over. Licking her holes, I was excited more and more. Irena, noticing this, began to jerk my dick. The second orgasm stunned me like an explosion. As soon as I started to cum, Irene stiffened and the sperm from her anus began to drain into my open mouth in clots. And I greedily swallowed this love cocktail.

“And now come with me, my dear,” as if her voice came from far away.

When I woke up, I saw Irene sitting in a robe on the edge of the bed. She handed me a cigarette that I smoked, and I drew out of her hands. I felt warm and well again. Drug waves spread over the body. She smiled at me and, smoothly throwing back the edge of the dressing gown, showed the edge of the stocking, which crashed into a plump leg.

- Do you like? - she asked quietly, - iron, dear.

I reached out and my fingers touched the cold nylon. At this time, she ran her hand under the covers and began to knead my soft cock.

“He will not rise again,” she said in a whisper, and her hand, in confirmation of the words, squeezed my empty scrotum. For a moment I was numb and asked:

- I didn't notice anything. When?! I do not feel anything.

“You lain here for almost a week.” But all is well, isn't it, dear? - and I agreed nod.

Irena got up and went out. Soon she returned with Farid. He silently threw off his robe and lay down next to me. He laid me on his side and immediately, abruptly and completely, entered me. He drove a member in me, and Irena, spreading her legs wide, jerking off her clitoris, eagerly looking at the action unfolding in front of her. My soft penis dangled in time with the member that came in and out of my anus. Sperm splashing into me gave me pleasure, but not the same as before. Irena, too, groaned and twitched, her big lips were moistened and she went limp.

- Oh, that was great. I want to see it again and again, she whispered.

When I was about to leave, Irena came up to me and said in a tender voice:

- You know, my dear, sometimes Farid likes to have some fun with the deceased.

I nodded.

- Get away from work, eat from the apartment and tell everyone that you decided to move to the north of the country. And next weekend come to us again. Will you come, dear?

I nodded again.

- Come and do not be afraid. You yourself will not notice how all this will happen.

But it happened otherwise - my boss went on a business trip, and the specificity of the service did not allow me to leave work in his absence. Therefore, the next visit to Farid and Irene had to be postponed until next weekend. But, apparently, the charms with which Irena bewitched me were not designed for two weeks, since yesterday I was able to recover and, looking back, at least somewhat critically evaluate what happened to me this month. But I am certainly not the first and not the last victim of these terrible people.

Today is Friday. The clock shows ten in the evening. I will now add this letter, put it in an envelope, and write on the envelope so that it will be handed over to the police. Tomorrow morning, I say goodbye to my neighbors, hand over the porter the keys to the apartment, and go to Farid’s mansion at ... ”.And just below the signature - Leonard Humphrey.

Inspector Fish rewrote the address to himself in a notebook, and folded the letter in an envelope and casually shoved it into the inside pocket of his jacket. For a few moments he looked out the window without a heart, and then resolutely rose from the table and went to the Commissioner Border.

- Well, how? - Immediately asked the commissioner.

- In my opinion, the case is dark. When did it happen? - asked the inspector.

“The new tenants who handed over the letter moved into the apartment two weeks after Humphrey left it.” And the letter, according to the author, was written the day before.

- What do you intend to undertake, Mr. Commissioner?

“First, let's start the search for Humphrey ... or his corpse.” He could not disappear like a needle in a haystack. Secondly, Irena and Farid. I charge them to you, Alex. I have already made some inquiries about them. So, - Commissioner Border looked at the records lying on the table, - Farid is a successful businessman who grew rich in some dubious enterprises. His wife - a lady with an obscure past, besides about her all sorts of dark rumors.

Strangely enough, both of them enter into the highest strata of society, although it is completely incomprehensible how they achieved this. So you can’t take them with your bare hands ... - the commissioner thought. - So it is. As yourself to appear in their home you have no reason - it will only scare them. And what if you declare there under the guise of a merchant who has a business proposal to Mr. Farid?

“But I don’t understand anything about commerce,” said Fish.

“It's okay,” said Commissioner Border, “Farid is usually in her office at this time, the mistress of the house is alone.” Go there right now and talk with her, maybe you can sniff out something. Just be extremely careful - she shouldn’t suspect you of anything. Good luck to you!

The inspector got into his old Jeep and went to the address copied from the letter. The door opened a charming blonde. She looked at Alex questioningly with huge, expressive eyes.

- Good afternoon, madam. I would like to see Mr. Farid.

“Farida is not home now, but soon he should come,” the blonde answered in a languid voice, “if you don’t take your time, you can wait for him in the living room.”

The hostess led Fish into the living room and sat in a luxurious easy chair.

- One minute, my lord ...

- Fish. Alex Fish, a merchant.

- One minute, Mr. Alex Fish, now I will treat you to coffee - and the hostess has disappeared behind the draped door.

The inspector looked around. Color parquet, high stucco ceiling, expensive wallpaper, huge tiled fireplace, antique furniture, heavy crystal chandelier. It was evident that rich people live here.

The mistress returned, carrying on the tray two fragrantly steaming cups of coffee. The inspector took a sip, and pleasant warm waves rolled onto his mind. He suddenly felt good and indifferent, and his head was so empty that he even heard some kind of ringing.

“Alex,” the hostess suddenly began to speak in an ingratiating voice, gazing at him intently, “you have a letter in your inner pocket ...”

- Which letter? - still tried to resist Fish.

“Give it to me,” the woman continued, tenderly, “be so sweet.”

The inspector nodded and took out Leonard Humphrey's letter from his inside pocket. The hostess immediately set it on fire and threw it into the fireplace. When the letter burned out, she again turned to the inspector:

- Dear Alex, I liked you so much. I beg you to come visit us this weekend. After all, you come, right?

The inspector nodded serenely and took another sip of coffee.