it has nothing to do with it. I always "so" react to it. I sit down on a chair ... The male palm continues to build, covers my pubis. Uncle Vanya asks some question regarding the protection of a diploma ... What a sweet torture to answer him publicly, while his fingers caress my crotch through my panties. And he, a sadist, smiles smugly, bends down and whispers in his ear: “Why did you put on panties?” His breath tickles and stirs, a hot shiver runs through his body. I do not say anything, the question does not require an answer, I just look into the blue of his eyes. It absorbs me, devours. Nature committed a crime by awarding a man with such eyes.

Again toasts, greetings, jokes. My hand no longer bothers me, but I still keep my legs slightly apart. Fingers can come back at any time, and if I do not wait for them, he will be unhappy.

Uncle Vanya taught me everything about sex, raised and molded me like a lover for myself, for myself, for my full satisfaction and realization of all, even the darkest fantasies. Even then, in the car, tearing off my inexperienced head from his member and rubbing his vagina with his fingers, once and for all established the rules of our relationship:

1. Complete confidentiality. The fact that we are lovers, no one should know, even my closest girlfriends. With no one should I share a secret about us.

2. As long as our relationship lasts, I must be an obedient, submissive and good girl.

H. Dreams of great pure love - this is not with him. He can only fuck, never divorce and leave his family.

3. Mandatory contraception. He does not need pregnancy and children. From this day I need to take birth control pills.

4. I am free to end our relationship at any time, as well as to have more lovers. But with other men, sex is only in a condom.

While he set all these rules, I came under his fingers and, shocked by the power of my own feelings, agreed to everything ...

Oh, how excited I am, wet panties. Uncle Vanya seems to have completely forgotten about his obedient and good girl. Maybe now I play with him? After all, I have such naughty fingers, they can also do various nonsense under the tablecloth. When my hand rests on his fly, he also shudders and burns with a hot blue of his eyes. A member of the excited, and I am happy to receive confirmation of their power over this man. I know, I start it from a half-turn, from a half-look. I am his small, no, a big weakness, which is capable of one movement of a finely delineated borderline to make jump out of his pants. The member is trembling under my fingers, and Uncle Vanya, as if nothing had happened, discusses the question - why shouldn't old friends go fishing together? No, what an artist! How can you control yourself and hold in your hands! Pressing harder. Doesn't even bother ...

“Bitch, you will answer me for this,” Uncle Vanya leans and whispers in my ear, causing creeps.

- Marya, are you not eating anything, on a diet !? - the words out loud are spoken in a completely different tone.

- You do not need it at all, you are as slim as a reed.

The reed, which Uncle Vanya loves, is bizarrely bending and breaking in various conceivable and inconceivable postures.

All at the table are thrown on the discussion of the negative points of sitting on diets. I remove my hand from men's trousers and move my legs. Something is bad for me. There are a lot of people in the room, so even despite the open window, there is a terrible stuffiness. Get out of the table. Uncle Vanya looks inquiringly, they say, “where without my permission”. But I am impudent, I pretend that I do not notice this questioning-mandative look.

In the bathroom, the first thing I take off wet through panties. Peering into the reflection of the mirror. What I am pale, my eyes look unhealthy shine. Black hair, white skin and red lips from the constant biting of the lips look like Snow White.I rinse my face with cold water, then I beat my palms on the cheeks with all my strength. Already better, a blush appeared. Smiley. No, still I'm pretty.

When I get out of the bathroom, familiar to the pain male hands grab me, unfold and press with my whole body and face to the wall. What is a vantage point, no door comes out here.

- My girl, how I missed you!

I spread like butter, over this wall, like a fish thrown onto the shore, greedily gasping the air with my lips. A man's foot wedges between mine, pushes them apart, and almost immediately, her demanding hands replace her. Strong fingers cheekily and rudely enter me. So immediately, as if he had every right to do so, as if this were the most natural situation in the world, squeezing the daughter of his best friend in the corridor.

- Panties shot, good girl.

- Tomorrow at three waiting for you, be ready. Completely ready. With a stopper in the ass. If you knew how I want to fuck you right now. Especially after what you did under the table, little fucking.

Kisses my ear. Everything inside turns upside down from his coarse, desire-ridden words and brazen actions. I do not have enough air. If Uncle Vanya would not hold my body, would have slipped along this damn wall to his feet ...

***

Preparing for a date, although a date is not the right word, preparation for sex with Uncle Vanya takes me a long time. He likes me to be shaved. And also an enema, first with chamomile, then with slightly soapy water. His “fully prepared” also applies to my clothes. I should be "at the parade," but under this magnificence you can not wear panties. Uncle Van likes to know that I am fully open and accessible to him.

I decided to make a row. The end of April is warm. I put on a thin black raincoat up to my knees, white stockings on my legs, and knot a neck scarf light in black peas. Everything looks so modest, pretty, but the raincoat is dressed on a naked body, and there is an anal plug in the ass. Makeup. I must be beautiful, like a doll. I bring my eyes and thickly paint my lips with red lipstick. Uncle Vanya loves when I give him a blowjob, pomada mouth, leaving bright traces on the penis. Black stilettos and a small scarlet handbag complement my look. I look stylish, beautiful, just like a real Frenchwoman.

No need to go by public transport. On the 21st anniversary, my father gave me a car. It is believed that Dad, although I know, Uncle Vanya gave more than half the amount for this expensive purchase. Even heard their conversation about it. Dad refused, he was embarrassed to take such a large sum of money for free. But Uncle Vanya insisted, saying: “Marya, after all, is like a daughter to me.” A daughter with whom he can do whatever he pleases.

The apartment in which our dates take place is at the other end of the city. Some are obsessed with conspiracy. When I drive up to it, everything inside starts to vibrate, between my legs there is a really itch. I remind myself that first I need to talk with Uncle Vanya, discuss serious issues.

Why is heart beating so? We have been lovers for almost 5 years now, but I still worry every time I meet. I come up to the door already all wet, flowing, not understanding anything of desire. I have the keys, but I saw his car near the entrance, so I press the bell button. Uncle Vanya opens the door, quickly pulls me into the apartment, leans back against the wall. Sharply spreads my trembling legs and his strong fingers sink inside the wet slits. Everything is so fast, so rude, so brazen. I scream and again, like yesterday, I spread like butter over this damn wall.

“How I missed you, honey.”

- I ... I missed you too ...

- I see, missed, all wet, my sweet little girl.

Kisses on the neck, without ceasing to wield a hand inside me, and his thumb strokes the clitoris. I flutter, impaled on his palm, like a butterfly. My legs are knocked from pleasure, I slide down the wall a little. Uncle Vanya lifts, his insolent fingers go even deeper inside me. Unleashes my scarf around my neck, pushes the cape off the floor.

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