A month has passed. Larisa has never met with the Boss. Between them there was only a thin thread of SMS messages and correspondence on the site in the evenings, when the Boss had time. The fact is that Larisa got sick. The disease was serious, and although it was possible to avoid the hospital, it was very bad for her. And all this time, the Boss was still there ... His daily: “How are you, girl?”, “How are you?”, “I found you the right medicine, really, there isn’t everywhere” - they helped her to feel his support, his care.

And here he is - the long-awaited, cold, but still spring sunny day ... "Tomorrow at 11, be ready" - "I obey, my General" - "Don't be hamy" - "And I will not be lame, just having fun" - "Well “Well, have fun, before the session ...” But Larissa heard so much affection in these messages that she was not at all afraid, but simply waited with all her heart for this meeting!

She received a message with an order an hour later than the appointed time. In three seconds, wearing a dress, boots and a coat, flew out of the house. The bus did not have to wait. It’s always like that when you are in a hurry - everything and everywhere is delayed, and when there is enough time, everything happens quickly. In the right place she was 40 minutes earlier! The owner opened the door, helped to remove the coat, gave three minutes to take proper form. And now she is ready to appear before him. He is serious, but having seen her, he does not hold back a smile: “It’s spectacular as always!”, So her new dress was pleasant. She sits down at his feet and smiles too. He allows you to snuggle up to his knees, runs his hand into her hair, strokes his cheek and neck. "Miss my girlfriend." Yes, she really missed you.

Finger click: "Say hello." And again treacherously trembled hands. A belt, a lock on jeans, yes — his already stiffened cock in her mouth, his taste, his elusive smell, his native warmth. For some reason she remembered how hard it was for her, for the first time. completely take it in your mouth. Now she wanted this more than anything. The owner took her head by the hair and a couple of times sharply planted on the penis. She choked, but did not retreat. Somewhere, through the fog of excitement, she heard his words: “Yes, girl, in sex you make a blowjob, in the topic you make a blowjob. Speak of me. " (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) Slightly moved back and took off her socks, gently, gently. Now she knew that the Boss was pleased. I ran my tongue over each finger, stroked my leg, climbing under the jeans, sucked all the fingers one by one. The host lowered his leg and ordered him to move closer. Larisa was already so wet that only his finger touched her slits, as he slipped inside. She settled down on it comfortably, so that the sensations were complete, and began to gently move her ass, while sucking her big toe on the second leg. At some point, she was ready to finish, but the phrase immediately hit her: “Don't you dare, bitch!” Larissa sighed and died down her ardor. After playing a few minutes, the Boss sent her to make coffee ...

And here she is again at his feet. The long-awaited click of his fingers, again his cock fucks her mouth, the dress is pulled off her shoulders and her breasts are bare, the command: “Hands behind her back” means only one thing - pain and pleasure, the beginning of the ascent to what lies beyond the mind. When you scream in pain, but you wait for it again and again, when you start at the next blow with a belt and wish something new. When the collar closed on the neck, when the legs were spread as far as possible and fixed with an iron pipe, and even stretched with ropes, and their hands were chained to them. When you are completely open and defenseless, when you cannot stop the movement of the whip, and your whole consciousness is covered with a fog of pleasure. Pleasure and pain.

On this long day, the Boss played with her like a cat with a mouse, forcing her to die and come to life again.And she enjoyed every minute of this amazing game. In one of the moments, unable to withstand the pace, Larissa finished without permission. “To punish you?” But to her timid one: “I will not do this again,” the Master smiled and allowed her to wash himself!

But the sun inexorably rolled toward sunset, the day was coming to an end. Such a short long day. They talked a lot that day. And Larisa caught every second of this communication. It was dissolved in them, absorbed with all body and soul. How long in this life she had not felt such warmth and tenderness.

They smoked by the open window ... Larisa was standing, as she could not be studied. They put out the cigarettes, Larisa quietly closed the window and sank down to the feet of the Boss, pressed her cheek to his knee again and realized that this way she was ready to spend her whole life. “You are already quite relaxed, my girl. Let's get ready. ”

On the road in the car they were shrouded in music, for the most part they were silent. And in Larisa’s head, a phrase from the Host’s questionnaire was spinning on the site: “I choose slowly, I meet indefinitely.”

At home, lying in bed, already falling asleep, Larissa suddenly caught the thought: “Who are you kidding, because you are in love with your ears.” So she fell asleep, calmly, without dreams, until the morning.

The difficult decision turned out to be a gust of the soul. The end of the story.

So what is next? Next - a new page and a new story, but at a different level.