Before him sat a real angel. In the image of a beautiful dark-haired girl, in the charm of which was combined a sweet, tender almost childish face with plump cheeks and a perfect body. Big lips, neat nose, dark skin, not a gram of cellulite. Her body seemed to be made for glossy magazines. The beauty was like an American film actress - Jessica Alba. But it was not her. Very similar to the film star, the cutie looked a little younger, more refined, and maybe even a little prettier than Jessica. But it was already a matter of taste.

With a tropical soft wave, the sea breeze enveloped lush dark brown hair, the eyes of large hair-like eyes, as if looking into the transparent distance of the ocean. And she seemed not to notice the man sitting at the same table with her and looking at the girl with undisguised admiration. Dr. Shevchenko was really pleased. He created another perfection. The new doll was very similar to its prototype - Jessica Albu, as another customer wanted - Nikolay Nikolayevich Zheleznov. But, observing his rules, Sergey Anatolyevich made some differences, and not only external ones. Model name was Agatha Alonso. According to the legend and information embedded in her “false memory”, Agata was a kind of Spanish communists, whose ancestor married a Russian girl in the thirties and took her home. Then her parents moved to the United States of America. The legend was perfect and the main thing was that the doll itself was one hundred percent sure of it. She knew English, Spanish, and Russian — which was understandable. And she had to come to Russia from the States.

And now Agatha passed the last test. In its artificial filling was a lot of new, which was not the case with other, earlier models of Shevchenko. First of all, the intellectual level, the ability to analyze and make decisions independently, and the protection of software were more complicated. So that the girl could not send on the wrong path rogues like a former companion and assistant Neumann. Sergey Anatolyevich was going to give all the necessary instructions for activating, deactivating the model, its content to Telegin in a special encrypted email. Code, which was known only to Alex. And was relevant only for a short time. Changes in the code Shevchenko sent Alex in unsubstantiated letters telling about vacations abroad. Everything was presented as a correspondence of uncle and nephew. And suspicion could not cause.

At the moment, Agatha was in practically working condition and portrayed a bored girl on the coast.There was a luxurious estate of Shevchenko, surrounded by an unapproachable and taciturn guard, where today were the base and laboratories of the "puppet" magician.

Shevchenko rose from the chair and touched Agatha's hair. To the touch they were light and real. The girl jerked sharply. Her Persian eyes flashed in disgust, the wings of her nose began to tremble, and her full lips spoke:

- What do you allow yourself?

Agatha spoke in English, adding no less angrily:

- If I am your guest, this does not mean that you can pester me!

The doctor removed his hand and smiled condescendingly. The doll remarkably played its part - an impregnable and wayward beauty who knows her worth. And considerable. Sergey Anatolyevich smiled again - just a day ago this “icon” of perfection lay on his lab table, completely naked and defenseless. And now the doctor could switch the model to the required mode, and the girl fulfilled his every wish, including sexual, even if she remained a virgin, as required by the terms of the contract. But Sergei Anatolyevich did not do that. First, all his creations were for him something like daughters, and the desire to try them as women, for some time now, Shevchenko disliked. Secondly, he got used to his personal doll Olga, which was created as his personal “woman”. And she was quite happy with it. He, no longer an old man, needed a bit in this regard. And now he just continued to admire the results of his work. Agatha was already ready for use and far Russia was waiting for her. There were only minor details to be added to her artificial intelligence. Not paying a non-protesting cry of Agatha, Shevchenko confidently approached the girl and ran her hand into her gorgeous hair. Agatha wanted to jump, but Sergei Anatolyevich quickly found the secret button, pressed it. The dolly immediately sank back silently, as if unexpectedly plunging into a deep sleep.

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For meetings with Masha Zheleznov, he rented a large spacious apartment in the South-West. With his current favorite, he, of course, could communicate, including intimate, in the office. But Nikolai Nikolayevich adhered to the principle that business relations should be respected in the professional sphere. Yes, and at work constantly enough cases. Sometimes there was no time to rest. Such was the important and responsible post at Zheleznova.

Here he could relax without haste and unexpected witnesses. Although the last Nikolay Nikolayevich was not particularly shy. But being an eminent man, he tried to observe the measures of decency even at work. By the way, demanded the same from other employees. In addition to Mary, he, of course, still had mistresses, but with a provincial from Priazovsk he spent more time. And not every temporary girlfriend he rented an apartment. Fresh young, maybe a little naive, the beauty of a thin pretty brown-haired woman still attracted him. Even as she lay in bed, waiting for Zheleznova to be dressed, her eyes were lowered, her eyelashes covered. Like yesterday's schoolgirl. You could believe this when you saw Masha from the side. Unless of course close your eyes to defiantly appetizing naked body. Everything was put on display to his new lover.

Masha made her choice. The provincial girl firmly decided that she would be better off in Moscow, so she left her former light oligarch, Dmitry, without a twinge of conscience, changing it to the present oligarch. One of the most famous and wealthy in the country. Let while in the role of kept woman. But even in this role she could reach unprecedented heights in Moscow, about which one could only dream of a girl from the Russian hinterland.

Zheleznov reached out to Mashenka and she, not forcing herself to beg, pressed her elastic breasts against her, and her nimble fingers quickly began to unbutton the buttons on his shirt. She skillfully tore off his shirt with the "daddy", and in the meantime he took off his pants and sat down on a wide bed.

The girl put her hand on his rebellious member and repeatedly held up and down.Across Zheleznov ran a sharp wave of pleasure. Masha, realizing that the boss was tired, decided to continue to take the initiative. She perched on Zheleznova on horseback, lifted her ass and, deftly pushing her lover on herself, began to sway from side to side.

Zheleznova's breathing became more frequent, he even doubted at what second that it was more pleasant for him - internal sensations that were not transmitted in any way or the contemplation of the thinnest waist with rounded thighs, which he firmly held in his hands. And Mary, meanwhile, gradually increased the pace. Zheleznov clenched his teeth. A wave of desire for fire ran through the thighs, rushed into the groin and a powerful push spilled out.

Masha froze and carefully released, lay down next

- Are you satisfied - she asked quietly

- Yes, quite - Zheleznov exhaled. At the same time, thinking about where this young girl really is, knows such subtleties of sexual behavior?

- You had a lot of men? - suddenly asked Zheleznov

Maria did not dare to hide the truth from him, and why? After all, in fact, Nikolai Nikolayevich was her third. In this, she, making an embarrassed look, confessed, covering her wonderful eyes. Zheleznov, in principle, did not believe her, but grunted with satisfaction - she had a really narrow and undeveloped female “entrance”. But again he was drawn to talk

- I understand that Dmitry was your second, and who was the first?

Masha's slightly slanting eyes startled, but she immediately "found a face" and something like contempt reflected on her pretty face:

- Yes, one can say no. Foolishly met with one loser, a journalist for a local newspaper.

- And now you only make happy meetings - with irony, but Zheleznov thought without malice. He did not condemn Mashenka at all, although girls were already beginning to bother him, aspiring to his bed only because of his position. However, while others were not observed.

- And you probably remember the name of your first man? - without any interest, just continuing the conversation, asked more Zheleznov.

- His name is completely unknown to anyone - it was obvious that this conversation was unpleasant for her, but Zheleznova had to answer. She wanted to be in his eyes a very obedient girl - Alexander Telegin - showed pretty teeth in an ironic smile Masha.

The reaction to this name in Zheleznova in the eyes of the girl was absolutely amazing.

- How? - dropping his semi-drowsy state, he almost jumped up

- Alexander Telegin - Masha repeated her eyes wide.

Nikolai Nikolayevich did not know what to think. Is it just a coincidence?

- Do you know that he is in Moscow?

- And how do you ... do you know him? - already asked dumbfounded Masha. Even a hint of some connection between Zheleznov himself and the worthless Telegin could not appear in her thoughts.

- It does not matter - Zheleznov did not initiate the girl into his relationship with Alex. But he wanted to know everything about him. And his mysterious boss, to whose account he transferred more than a million euros. The promised girl is about to come to Russia. But it all looked so mysterious ... Zheleznov did not like this situation. And here there was such a chance - at least Telegin. After all, surely the old love, as they say, does not "rust."

- He left you or you?

- I certainly - Maria shrugged her shoulders - why would I need such a nothingness - she added even indignantly - can anyone really throw her away ...

- But what is he doing in Moscow?

- He is now a successful journalist. A PR man - as if Nikolai Nikolayevich clarified the situation - and you should meet with him?

- I! What for?

- So it is necessary - began to dress Zheleznov - and be to him as warm and gentle as possible.

- Up to? - Masha asked stunned, nodding at the bed

- If he wants it, then this is possible. I repeat - it should be so. I need.

To be continued

And now Agatha passed the last test. In its artificial filling was a lot of new, which was not the case with other, earlier models of Shevchenko.First of all, the intellectual level, the ability to analyze and make decisions independently, and the protection of software were more complicated. So that the girl could not send on the wrong path rogues like a former companion and assistant Neumann. Sergey Anatolyevich was going to give all the necessary instructions for activating, deactivating the model, its content to Telegin in a special encrypted email. Code, which was known only to Alex. And was relevant only for a short time. Changes in the code Shevchenko sent Alex in unsubstantiated letters telling about vacations abroad. Everything was presented as a correspondence of uncle and nephew. And suspicion could not cause. p