Hmmm, we only dream of peace ... I didn’t have time to fall asleep after the first work night in Amsterdam, when I was woken by a knock at the door: all the new arrivals were gathered in the hall. What the hell? After all, everything seemed to be fine, the debriefing was over. Madame personally wished us good night (that is, good sleep, of course, what a night at five in the morning?). I quickly put on my dressing gown, jump into my sandals and slip down. Just as sleepy and unhappy girls wander in front of me and me. And then Mommy intercepts us. A new task - to return, to bring the faces in order, to go down to the hall only in shoes. The owner comes to personally explore the new product.

Clearly, the baby wants to play with new toys! Lord, how to sleep something hunting !! But, one must live ... And whenever possible please the owner ... So I am leading a marafet with all the care and all possible speed. And crawling out again in all its glory.

Just have time to get together, the door opens and the boss appears. It is uniform in three persons: two young and strong and one respectable withered (but also quite strong). All in strict black business suits. And everything is clearly from the shores of the Great Yellow River. And the true boss is, after all, probably one - a respectable narrow-eyed veteran. Come on, Confucius remembers, or, certainly, Mao Tse-tung.

We are in a disorderly system, and we are closely studied by three pairs of Chinese peepholes. Black Impassive. Shrill. And under these views somehow does not pull to show their charms and innate sexuality. And gentlemen, after watching, come closer. Mom jumps around them like a little dog, faithfully awaiting instructions. And silent. Wow, well they grabbed it all.

Well, and now they seize us. The old man is busily, like an experienced veterinarian or a horse ladder feels our, so to speak, circumference, looks at his teeth, Lena suddenly cuts with an edge of his hand under his knees, but that miracle does not fall. The owner shakes his head approvingly.

That's my turn. A dry, cold palm only slightly fleetingly touches the very tips of the nipples, thighs, pats my buns, and then suddenly rushes to my girl and studies her very professionally from the outside, and then from the inside. And although for some reason I am now very scared, much worse than on that first day when Klara explained to me where and what I got into, I suddenly began treacherously leaking. The Chinese shakes his head again, snorts, and the finger, which has just been in my pussy, pushes my lips and teeth, and the nerve-paralytic gaze of the python killer thoughtfully examines my mouth.

Uh-ff, walked away, now Irkina's turn. He already paws her with his other hand and again, fumbling around in her little bud, puts his finger in her mouth. And finger oily shines! Ah yes, Ira, too, could not resist! But she turned pale when this ghoul approached her ...

And then they take turns driving us into a study room, and one of the young Chinese, already in a white coat, meticulously examines our holes and takes rapid blood tests.

Well, the inspection is over. Our lord, at last, slightly unbinds his tight-fitting lips and mutters something indistinctly to one of the young compatriots. That something in Dutch croaks Mom. Madame Van Tromp is extracting from nowhere something very similar to a granary book. The Chinese man runs through an obligingly open page and for the first time displays human emotions. His eyebrows are clearly raised, wrinkling his already wrinkled forehead, and he is somewhat taken aback by the glorious team of matryoshkas from Frau Dort's school. With a wave of the finger, the boss beckons respectfully to crawl away from Madame Van Tromp and rustles something again.

The rustle immediately acquires flesh in the cries of the younger translator. Madame bullet disappears and almost immediately returns with a roll of recent cash checks. The boss is studying them. For the second time he raises his eyebrows and is already frankly smiling. That is his teeth ... Any stallion will die of envy.

However, the ogre's smile immediately goes out. The finger, not so long ago picked at my kitty, pokes at the list, and his sight-eyes drill Mom.

- Lotta, Lizhen, step forward.

We leave. Our lord nods clearly with a sense of deep satisfaction. Again, the embrasure of his mouth is split up. And the caw of the translator is clearly softer.

Madame Van Tromp turns pink with embarrassment, depicts something similar to curtsy, and thanks the host. This, even with my ignorance of the local dialect, is understandable. New rustling and new croaking. Then Madame turns to us:

- Girls, you are great, the owner is very pleased with you. You can go relax. Lot, Lieschen, with me.

Well, “Stirlitz, and I will ask you to stay!” And why are we? However, immediately everything becomes clear, the six of us go to the VIP-room, and Mom personally pushes us in the shower to wash.

- Girls, Mr. Liu and his young colleagues want you to entertain them a little. Please be patient, they have a few exotic tastes.

Yeah, the Chinese haven't fucked us yet! Immediately I remind Irka:

“Remember what Fan told me?”

Our Chinese girl in Frau Dort's institution about a week ago, with unusual frankness, told us how a decent Chinese prostitute should behave with a client. Well, Anna Vladimirovna, philologist, associate professor, Ph.D., now you will be a Chinese prostitute, my dear.

We leave from the shower. Clients spread out in chairs in all their primitive yellow charm, only the hips are wrapped with towels. And here, like a bolt from the blue. The barely rustled grandpa exposes his tusks and declares very loudly and purely in Russian:

- Come on, girls, cancer!

I would not be so surprised if the floor lamp at the bed of the sexodrome said the same thing. Ah yes, boss !!!

And grandpa is already much more habitually rustling something to his translator, he croaks Mom. Mom ... blushing from embarrassment strips naked, gets a hefty candle out of the bedside table, lights it, turns off the light, lies down, inserts a candle in its hole and becomes the bridge. Wow shandal! But about this Fan told us. And, by the way, our Mommy's figure is necessary!

But I have no time to assess. One of the young Asians coming to us.

Water hand bottle in the other sponge. A sharp, strange smell spreads through the room, and a wet sponge slides along my crotch. One, two. Cool, and now begins to warm up, itch a little. My girl becomes unusually sensitive, there is every movement of air, a tingling just starting to break through the bristles on the pubis, which I shaved yesterday. It seems, get on it now a virus, and it will be felt by my rosette. Strange. And it is not clear, pleasant or not. Oh, but now it is completely unpleasant, they insert something voluminous and hard in the ass, obviously not a member, and not the usual strapon. I can barely see Irka and see that some strange construction is also being inserted into her ass, it seems from bamboo. And I also see that there is a tear in the corner of her eye. Clever girl Irka, is silent, as she taught Fan. A woman of the East must endure withstand the hardship and deprivation of sexual life.

- Let your ass get a little ready for work. And you prepare to work our jade batons!

Yeah, again this mummy’s voice cut through. Yes, as in Russian spar!

- Blonde - to me, little black - to them!

All clear. We creep up on our knees to our masters in order to prepare their jade batons for work. Oh, and in the pope hurt something like that! Here are bastards!

Yeah, here he is. Just somehow not like a rod, but a worm. Or fun fungus. There are some - white leg, as if getting out of the testicle, and the cap continues the leg, the same narrow, long, bright red. Well, my current fun is yellow-brown. And it smells like an old body.

Well, well, we take a pen, begins to podrachivat and cautiously, with the tip of the tongue on the head, on the bridle, down, to the testicles unshaven in gray thickets (oh, the hair would not swallow, cough up - all the blowjob downhill!). Returning higher ...