Only Maxim tried to lay his ass on the edge of the stool, like the strict voice of a domino, made him stand up again:
- Not on the chair! On the carpet, kosharik. Stool for erectus, and you have podlabyyaschy.
B. obeyed, dropping on a ragged shred of cloth, with the light hand of a domino called a carpet.
- Be careful, do not hurt my dry, old hands with his rough tongue. More saliva, do not skimp. Lick like a chicken bone you lick after a week-long hunger strike.

Max began working harder with his tongue, and at the same time wagging his booty, because this was the only way to show one's disposition to the Lady. The salivary gland functioned so abundantly that Max's face was already shining from the discharge and, in the end, he simply choked.
- Well, well, well, kid. Only the sacrifice of yourself do not work
Max cleared his throat and continued kissing.
- Somehow without a soul you come to such an important action. - Elvira stared at the ceiling. - Something podzaybalo me about your fake zeal. Let's better go to your feet. By the way, they worked with me all day, they ran high-heeled back and forth all over the warehouse, so that the poor guys deserved a lick.

- Only this shit was not enough for me! - thought Max. - How can I do it, if I don’t digest the shoe off without hands?

Max deftly managed with a buckle on his boots. It turned out so skillfully, as if he earned it. But here, with the dermatin shoes, there was a pad. The lining crawled out of the boot, which greatly annoyed Mrs. Elvira, but she did not show her bad temper, but only loudly snapped her tongue.

Finally, the dwarfs appeared in the light of day, Max turned pale a little. The fungus of the foot scared him now almost as much as the chupacabra in childhood.

Of course, Elvira Fedotovna did not find any brood of mushroom spores, but between fingers I would not risk a lick. Max preferred oyster mushrooms to the windward cunt, for there was more fisherman in his soul than mushroom picker. But he didn’t have a choice, he wouldn’t lick himself, therefore B. brought his physiognomy closer to the source of infection.
- And what's that? - thought Max, closer and closer his tongue to his fingers spread. - Is it a human nail?
- What are you stopped halfway, hanurik? Just think, the claw has grown. Who knows what miracles and transformations happen to people. Look what metamorphosis with their souls happen. Sometimes, you know a man on the one hand, and he turns to you, ass. But this is what. Others, out, force their own grandchildren, and sacrifice to the Evil One.

Madam has already been launched into exaggerated philosophical conclusions, but she remembered the unserved bowls and put Max's foot under her breath.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and the Lady ran to the phone. Max was saved. At least for a while.

- Alyona. - answered Elvira. - Why are you calling something? How? I told this tadzhik so that today I would be like a bayonet. What did he do? Narygal? Which department?

Max was waiting for the continued humiliating execution, but Elvira was extremely fascinated by the telephone conversation, and already the entire wire of the stationary apparatus was wound on a fist.

- Well, everything. Come on then till monday. And tell Kapushta to remove the rygotya behind Tajik. I will come and check it out.

Elvira hung up and slipped into the bathroom.

- Heck! - I heard the vexed voice of the Hostess against the background of the noise of a drain barrel. - You should have pussy in your mouth! Somehow I did not think about it.

B. patiently waited for the lady to take a bath and change into her home. Before that, he naturally took a wait-and-see attitude:
And now, before him, he stands in the only light breeches of his Mistress. The scarcity of the outfit made it possible for Max to see the mistress properly.

Elvira Fedotovna was a woman of balsac age in the body. She was even shorter than Max, but now she had kirzachi polished to a huge platform, which made her two or three times as much as her slave. Her haircut was in the style of Schwarzenfebel Archie, that is, beavers. Below, by the way, is also a beaver, only red. All in the same style, so to speak. The harmony and beauty of the past skinny years.

- Something you are soaked. Roamized here, I suppose, while I was taking water treatments?

B. negatively shook his head. The beads of sweat flew off his curly mane.

- We ought to dry you troho. I do not like these slugs and do not excite at all.
After these words, Mrs. Elvira grabbed Max by the ear and dragged her into the bathroom.
- Since you are my bedding, then by all the rules you are equated to a rag. Now I will squeeze and dry you. Get up, swamp trash.
Max obeyed and straightened to his full frog height. The ribs brazenly stuck, pisyun incessantly hung out.
- So, sir! - Madam strongly squeezed the Maksov bells. - Say: Do-re-mi-beans ... look your mother, where are you going. Your eggs are mine.
The slave tried to wriggle out with all his might, so that the pressure on the economy would diminish, but the Mistress was not stitched and the more Max got out, the pain was maximal. Fearing cessation of blood circulation in his testes, B. finally gave up.
“That's better, and then, you see, he struck it.” Come on in the bath.

B. snatched away where it was ordered, and fell silent. The bath to the brim was filled with dirty soapy water.
“I’ve seen how ugly water is after me, and now try it with your tongue to smell it.”
- She sdurela something to drink dirty water? At me, stopudovo, the intestines will happen! - Max thought to himself.
But there is nothing to do, and the water itself will not be drunk. B. decided to cheat, the benefit of the cunning thing in his being was considerable. Overcoming disgust, he hung over the surface of sewage. Stretching his lips with a straw and closing his eyes, he made a caddy-cup swallowing.
- Maybe you still give a pipe, svolot? Drink-let's quickly, you still need to dry.

Madam grabbed Max by the oily hair on the back of his head and plunged his head deep into the water. She did it so abruptly that Max’s face was even sealed to the bottom of the trough, called the bathroom.
- Bllbbllllbll ...
Air bubbles frantically burst from his mouth and strove to the surface.
- Eh, what did you say there? - Elvira mocked at him. - I won't understand anything.
B. desperately needed oxygen, but received only dirty filth. In a panic, Max pulled the line and pulled the cork out of the drain. He made it a reflex, but this, perhaps, saved his life.
- Well done, baby. Quickly drink. Look do not choke!

The slave who swallowed the slop looked like prunes.
“You look so unimportant.” We ought to squeeze you.
Mrs. B. ordered to stand on the edge of the bath and stretch out her arms. Max got up warily and arched, trying to keep his balance.
- And now cling to the clothesline rope, lad.
Max carried out the order and stuck his skinny kutski, where it was ordered.
Elvira quickly adjusted the tension of the ropes and began to chill her reptile slave on the sides.
- Do not keep in yourself some water, it is harmful. Squeeze-give moisture. To push
Max didn’t immediately understand how he should so quickly exude fluid, but the hint in the form of a penis girth did its job.
- Now I will twist the fan, and the water will run from the crank.
And Mrs. without unnecessary sentiments began to turn the slave to the scrotum.
- What a faucet it is, you fool, these are my balls, your mother! - B. was yelling to himself, but Max did not have enough spirit to voice his curses, even with such wild pain.
- Where is the life-giving moisture, did the tap break? - Mistress asked and painfully spun the head of the penis. - If the water does not flow, then I have to unscrew the faucet!
- Will flow, fool, will flow! - Mrs. B. corrected herself.

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