and the muscles of the pussy began to contract, rhythmically squeezing his still solid trunk ... Then, just as silently, she jumped off and ran into the bathroom. Misha got up and went to the kitchen while she was washing, he made coffee and cut sandwiches. She came out already in a robe, refreshed, with burning eyes. He also went to the bathroom, and they, without haste, silently drank coffee, enjoying its aroma, suddenly they met their eyes and both laughed in surprise.

- Mish ... by the way, yesterday I met the conductor who put the guys for money in the wagon without documents, so she said that she kadril one, called himself Oleg and invited me to the local pub, said that he was constantly hanging out there and even He said that he could be asked there by his nickname BORZYY ... she didn’t tell the police, she was very scared, and she was fired from her job.

Rita told how to get to this local institution. Misha offered to go together, because if he asks, it is still unknown whether they will answer him, but the girl inspires less suspicion and fear. In the evening they gathered and went to this tavern. There were many people, loud music, scurrying waiters, smells of good cuisine reminded Misha of their city. Having made the order, they just chatted, looking around. Many of the local Rita knew and shared local gossip. A little later, there were more people; a few noisy companies occupied nearby tables. Deciding that the time was right, Rita went to the bar and talked about something with the bartender, deftly mixing and pouring cocktails. Then he gave her a nod of a head somewhere, Rita looked in that direction and returned to the table.

- Well??? - Misha impatiently grabbed her hand.

- He says that he did not see Oleg for a long time, but his sister is sitting in that corner with her friends, and she turned her head slightly, turned her eyes to the company of girlfriends who urged vodka. Misha, following her gaze, saw two blondes and one girl with brown hair.
- Which one of them?

- That blond here, that now in a handbag has got. Misha, I'll go home, I'm tired and I have to get ready for the trip.

- Well, I spend you, - Mishka rose reluctantly from the table

- No no! I'll catch a taxi and leave, and you will finish your job.

And smacking him on the cheek Rita flew away towards the exit.

The girls in the corner got more and more alcohol and became more and more noisy, more often they were taking smoke breaks. In one of these smoke breaks, Misha went out with them on the porch, they began to flirt with him, making eyes and offering to smoke with them. Realizing that the newcomer, told about the town and how difficult it is to get them to work. The blonde he needed was called Olya and he began to give her attention signs, then moved to their table, ordering more alcohol. Closer to midnight, they started to go home, Misha persuaded Olga to sit a little longer. They danced, talked a lot about anything. Misha tried several times to find out something more about her, but she would laugh it off or transfer the conversation to another. After a while, she started to go home already decisively, and rejecting all his proposals. He volunteered to conduct, but she replied that she would call a taxi. Then he offered to go together to take one car. A little thought, she agreed. Olga ordered the car and as soon as it came to the phone that the car arrived, they got out of the tavern. Olya called the address, and they went. In the car, Mishka tried to put her hand on her knee, but she resolutely stopped all attempts at courtship. At one of the houses the girl got out of the car and went to the entrance. Misha went out, too, watched as the access door closed behind her. After some time, a light came on in one of the windows on the third floor. Calculating the apartment number, he dialed the intercom and heard Olga's puzzled voice: “Yes?”. But he did not answer and went towards Rita’s house.
In the morning, after taking the girl to the station and agreeing that if he left before she returned, he would give the key to her neighbor, he went to Olga's house.

I dialed the intercom, but no one answered. Apparently the girl went to work, she said something yesterday about the hairdresser’s salon where she works. Having waited, when someone from tenants left, Misha came into an entrance and, having risen to the third floor, I rang the doorbell. No one has revealed to him. He stood up, examining a massive door with three locks, then, having made a decision, climbed up above and sat down on the windowsill, with a firm decision to wait for Olga or her brother.

I had to wait a long time. The evening was already falling on the roofs of the houses, when he saw Olga figure in the driveway, hurrying across the yard to the house, with hands full of bags. “Strange,” thought Misha, “why does she have so much food alone?” Waiting for her to rise to the floor and open all the locks, he did not hear down and went behind her. Hearing the noise, Olga abruptly turned around and tried to close the front door, but did not give Misha.

- Hello Olya! - holding the door with his hand and taking it by the second elbow, he pushed her into the apartment.
“Take the bags, you idiot,” Olga sat down tiredly on a bedside table in the corridor, “so what do you want?”
- Your brother.

“So I knew ... what did he do again?” - she stared expectantly at Mishka.

At this time, one of the doors to the room opened slightly and a young woman appeared on the threshold. Misha turned in her direction and was stunned ... It was his Dasha ... beautiful, slightly enriched, with sad eyes ... but his dear Dasha!

- Dasha !!!, - he rushed to her.

She shuddered in fright and began to settle down the wall. Mishka rushed to her and grabbed her in his arms with a kick, opened the door, looked around the room and sat her on a wide sofa.
- Dasha, my dear, beloved !!! - he showered her face with kisses, now hugging him, then pulling back again, looking into her weeping eyes, - do not cry, darling, I'm with you! I'm after you!

Olga stood silently in the doorway and looked at them. At this time from the next room there was a baby cry. Dasha started and jumped off the couch, but looking at Mishka's puzzled face, she seemed to have stooped and looked down.

- Who is it? - Bear already understood everything, but he had to know everything from her ...

“Daughter,” Dasha whispered faintly, sitting back on the sofa. The baby kept crying.
- I will come to her, - Olga turned around and went into the room, soon the baby crying subsided. bear

painfully in his head he tried to calculate the time, Dasha saw his attempts and smiled bitterly:
- Do not count ... I do not know myself ... everyone was at once.

- Tell me! - Misha's voice sounded dull, but firm.

He was thrown out of the train in front of her. She nearly fainted when his body flashed past the car door. Oleg held her hand, putting the knife to her side. Then they forced her to go and pick up all the things, as if she were at the station with him. As luck would have it they did not meet a single person. Paralyzed with fear, Dasha did everything they told her. They brought her into their compartment and did not let her to the station, well, that was not far. The three of them came out onto the platform, Oleg firmly held her hand, and Egor, his friend and accomplice, carried things. Dasha said she wanted to use the toilet. To which both the guys began to neigh and said that they would definitely not let her in at the station. Oleg took her to some kind of fence, behind which there were abandoned sheds, and with a disgusting grin told her to sit here. There was nothing to do, Dasha did not know where they were going and how much more they should go. She lifted her skirt under Oleg's greasy look, lowered her panties and sat down, turned away from him. As soon as she finished and got up, he, not allowing her to put on her panties and pantyhose, pressed her against the fence so that she felt a prickly rough tree with her bare ass, and dug into her neck, leaving a mark. She screamed about the pain, and he hit her on the cheek, hissing in the very ear: “Shut up, bitch, I will kill you!” Sharply, roughly and painfully, he stuck two fingers into her pussy ... Read more →