Victor is located in the kitchen. He sat alone at the table and drank vodka bought by the mistress of the apartment. Irina was also in the kitchen - beside, under the table, standing on all fours between his stretched legs, leaning forward low, she was sucking the thumb of his right foot. She was naked. Only on her neck was Victor's black belt fastened, the end of which he held in his hand and twitched it every now and then.

“A leash for a bitch,” he said. - Class!

Soon the leg was redirected from its mouth to the head. She was forced against her to the floor. The second leg with all the power, pushing, he flattened her face, besides began to rotate the foot, so that the skin of the poor woman literally flamed. Her nose flattened and turned white, one side of her face reddened by pressure.

- This is your place - under my dirty heels. You will belong to me as before. - Chavka, it was important to say Victor - he savorly ate the best products from Irina’s fridge, knocking over another pod of vodka between times. - And I will fuck you like the last bitch. You will scream from pain and pleasure ...

There was a bellow under the table. Victor was surprised to put down the chair, and looked down at Ira, after removing his leg from her face. She straightened a little and lifted her flaming face, with a challenge, said:

- No ... I'm a decent girl ... I can not ... I need a normal guy who will treat me well and will love me ... like my husband!

He laughed at her loudly, almost hysterically, and his laughter penetrated her head, spreading out in an ominous thousandth round dance.

Thirty minutes ago, as if in a fog, Irina came out of the doorway, came down from the street and went to the store. The dress she was obviously not enough. Like her old life, it was hidden under a pile of old rags at the very bottom of the bottom drawer of the closet. And why did she just keep this clear symbol of past humiliation all these years? But most importantly, why did she admit this to Victor? Ira remembered that when she did, she didn’t understand anything after a wild sizzling orgasm, and for a long time she came to herself, being in some kind of trance or hypnosis, being able to speak only the truth. In addition, for seven long years, she had already forgotten how vulgar it was and in what light exhibited it. And at all, the dress during this time could well become worthless, eaten by moths. But no, carefully wrapped and packed in several bags as something very important and valuable, it was as new. Ira did not understand anything. Maybe these past seven years and was not - just a dream. Now it is over, and everything again falls into place?

A short dress barely covered her back and front, and tightly wrapped her body, especially bulging on her chest and ass. All at the very top. In addition, the material was so thin that in some places just shone through. She could not believe that she wore such a frank thing. The heart began to beat very often.

Irina decided to ignore the large chain stores - you can easily meet acquaintances. The fact that too close to the house also fell away. There remained remote small shops.

She had to go to the opposite part of the wide road, and the woman faced the steps of the viaduct. She suddenly found herself constantly remembering her feelings from the meeting that had just occurred. She again saw before him Victor, a wild desire in his eyes, practically felt the caress of his persistent hands. She remembered how hard his dick was when he entered her ... How she gasped and moaned, moaned and squealed while he inserted into her. Endless slaps and blows, verbal humiliation, her juices, flowing without stopping ... For a moment the woman closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Streams of warm air shook her weightless dress, as if caressing Irina for them.

Immersed in her thoughts with quick steps, Irina began to climb the long stairs. Her breasts and buttocks swayed under the tight-fitting dress. The edges of the skirt rustled high on the hips. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitail.ru) When she was at the top, the woman heard some whispering and laughter behind her, suddenly she was struck by the thought that she was without panties. The ladder provided an excellent opportunity to look under her skirt, besides her dress was short and flying, anyone who went below should have seen her crotch! Immediately she pulled the edges of her skirt to her thighs and accelerated the pace to take the remaining steps down the stairs.

In the middle of the viaduct, it was overtaken by a couple of teenagers, who laughed loudly when they reached her. She looked into their faces and for a moment their eyes met. Their eyes glittered excitedly. Probably, before that they were walking up the stairs and saw everything.

She shuddered, she wanted to scream. In her former life, Irina loved to boast of her long, slender legs, but always worried, as it were, not to overdo it with frankness — not to look like an accessible woman. Now she knew that she should be like her. She could only imagine what lustful fantasies imagined in the head at that moment these guys, and what words she was called among themselves.

Irina flashed in an instant, she was painfully ashamed. She remembered the dark sunglasses, took them out of her purse and immediately put them on. Breathing heavily, she pulled out the edges of the skirt as low as possible and, pressing them to her thighs, picked it up further, dropping her eyes under the glasses, looking only at her feet.

Opening the door of the shop, she looked at the cashier and saw only one elderly man beside her. “Lucky,” she thought, and stepped inside. An overweight saleswoman gave her a professional quick glance. The gray-haired man turned and she smiled slightly at him. He did not smile back, his gaze surprisingly slid below her face, to the chest area and then rolled down ... Biting her lip, Irina turned away and began to look at the store shelves.

Then someone else entered the store, Irina didn’t even notice who, praying that the old man in front of her would promptly dictate everything he needed and the store wouldn’t manage to jam a bunch of people.

Someone came and stood behind her. Carefully, lurking, as if by chance, the hand went straight to her ass. Ira jerked, but did nothing. She did not look back. She just blushed. Was she ashamed that she dressed so frankly that they could have thought of her?

Her hand stroked and squeezed her left buttock. Without meeting resistance, the five, without the slightest embarrassment, freely wandered all over her ass. Irina realized that she did not know who was doing this. Maybe one of those young guys who already knew her secret? Or maybe Victor himself went after her and now thus checks her submissiveness ... And, most likely, she was just a drunk stranger, who decided that she would allow him to do it and who was attracted by her short skirt, long legs and delicious ass that was tightly covered a dress.

Irina stopped at all, not daring to even squeak, afraid to attract the attention of the old man and the fat saleswoman, otherwise they will inevitably notice how they paw her, and she just stands in front of her, feeling a hand on her buttocks, and does nothing stop it, well, just like a stupid whore. But most of all, she felt cold inside and became ill, from the thought that somehow her husband would find out about what was happening. After all, just an hour ago, she was completely different - a respectable faithful wife, with a measured calm life with plans for the future. She could not believe what had happened. She just did not fit in the head, how she was self-confident and weak ... And now she felt completely completely defenseless with this hand from behind. Only dark glasses, which she never took off, served as a subtle barrier against the final shame ...

The unknown person began to rub and sweep her ass, and then the hand began to move down - she stroked her hips below the skirt. It seemed ...