The boss ordered me - well, fix our contract - drink it in one gulp and as soon as you drink it in one gulp - passionately kiss the secretary. But then she abruptly threw a bottle of mineral water from her hands and ran away. The boss asked not to translate the Italians. Well, I just drank this cocktail. Surprisingly, it was the Italian who whispered in my ear, they say, in my life I want to try something so that my wife would strip naked in front of other men with her own hands - suddenly he pounced on me and passionately kissed me.

His penis stood again as JOM. I myself sent his cock inside his vagina, standing upright. The chief shook his head, that today everything has already been done, and completed, and if so fucking Italian wants it, then he can give me to them for use, but already to their hotel. I reminded the boss that I have a husband. And, they say, I will fuck at the hotel only during working hours. Well, translate it like that. What have I done. But as the Italian was fucking me, he continued to fuck me.

But, what the chef said: “Okay, take advantage of the garden - let them do it in the garden. Well, rather already, fuck it, bring your Italian hot guys. Take them through the secret elevator and continue to the hotel. But the requirement - in this elevator you, as always - you go naked. Please the Italians how we use you here regularly. Translate, and get out of my office. I translated them, and reached for the dress. But, what is striking is that the boss forbade me to wear a dress with a threatening look already !!! I said naked. My damn as usual always to the car and to the elevator also goes naked. Forgot your duties ?! ”

I, being naked and in semen, packed the dress. But then I realized that my fucking fit in the trunk. And I'm talking about this boss. And the boss never had time to delve into my questions and, waving me back, said that, they say, it’s usual for you to be a whore; Yes, you already lead your Italians naked through a secret elevator. Here visitors began to enter the office of the chief. I, burning with shame, hiding behind the bodies of the Italians, jumped out with them to the secretary. With a sarcastic smile, the secretary looked at me! She despised me!

I took myself in hand and grabbed the hands of both gentlemen. She led them into the garden, passing two more visitors in the secretarial room. And already passing through the garden, I told the Italians about this wonderful corner. That already at the exit from the garden and on the way to my office I suddenly realized that my car was parked not in the garage. But she realized it only when she faced the two guards who were on duty at the secret elevator face-to-face.

Since my husband’s car accident, I never even went to this platform in front of a secret elevator. Well, if only because I myself associate this elevator with the fact that it exists for me as a “fucking elevator”. Now I don’t understand - I decided for myself that way or simply the death of my husband made me go to work - dressed like everyone else - in the general elevator.

Well, or if you ride this secret elevator, it is only like a whore. But even if I had suddenly forgotten that I was a whore, I always remembered the installation of our late boss's past - Naked, only Naked. More precisely: I am fucked in this garden. And the elevator is just a continuation of the garden.

- Imagine, Ilka, I am naked with sperm flowing from everywhere from me, I spend the Italians through our garden and then through the guards (two guys). I call the boss again from the security room, so that those on the minus first floor would not be surprised and so I sit down with the Italians in the elevator.

Of course, there, in the minus-first floor in the garage, we will be met by guards and drivers. Oh God! Is it really me again? After all, if there are tens of them? Dozens of people? Before, everything was under control. Previously, there was even a schedule hanging - who exactly one will come to work will undress me, and then fuck all day. And now?

And how can I explain this to the two Italians? To explain to them that I used to go up to work in this elevator naked, and went down from work every day. Here, in the garage, on the first floor of the parking lot of my car. Although I told it messy, but somehow it was easily explained to the Italians.

And even told them that when I get down on the elevator, I also get behind the wheel naked. And only then, on the way out of the garage, would put on a blouse. And I would wear a skirt already, when I approach the house. The Italians were delighted. But since the car was not in this garage, but before the checkpoint, I literally went crazy with not knowing what to do now on the minus-first floor.

Whew !!! Right by the front door of the fucking-in-elevator area, there was only one driver. I literally dragged him out of the garage area, and while he was feeling my boobs, I explained to him where and how exactly my car was located. Gave him the keys to the car.

All this had to be done with foreigners. I did not forget to simultaneously translate into English, so that they did not think anything suspicious. I remember he asked me to get clothes from the trunk and bring them here in the rest area in front of the elevator. I had to tell him that, according to the previous rules, I, as usual, should get behind the wheel naked. Get underway and get out of the garage to get dressed.

- Oho, nothing changes !!! So, we all start tomorrow you all the same fuck?

- NOT!!! Of course not! And I know for sure that no! I have not discussed it with the new husband yet!

She drove actively to put her fingers into my pussy. I had to stop him and ask - to hurry - after all, foreigners will have to wait for him right here near the elevator - right here on this sofa. It seems I was in vain mentioned to him about this couch, because like all the drivers in this garage - this couch - a kind of - PRIZ-fucking-me-on-this-couch.

It is necessary to clarify here also the fact that the sofa is turned to a huge mirror. Of course, Italians do not even know that this is a kind of theater. Every day I had to park the car in this garage and most often with my husband - Alik.

As a rule, in the garage, who was at this moment, literally sat down on the side of the garage on the bench-chairs. And for them came THEATER. They watched me and Alik enter the elevator area. And I was stripped by the one whom I got for today as a PRIZE. I put my clothes in my box. Knowing that through this mirror a lot of men are watching us, I taught myself to do everything theatrical and beautiful.

So, I took the first sperm in my pussy in the morning, as a rule, on this sofa in the most diverse poses. And then already naked with two men: a husband and that peasant rose on this elevator. This guy then continue to fuck me on the 11th floor in the garden.

That Italian who persistently wanted me again - shamelessly crushed me with the driver. I had to ask him again if he would allow what I would do to blow this driver. And then he sees, pulls rubber and everything is not in a hurry to leave the car. Italians are very pleased nodded their heads.

- See, the men nodded their heads. I asked them - are we very late? I beg you - let's run behind the car and as soon as you drive it here, I will give you a quick blowjob.

The guy immediately blew away. And the unsuspecting Italians laid me on this couch. All the same reflexes worked for me. I would like to sincerely sincerely please those who could be there behind the mirror.Although a clear stump - the entire garage could be this one single guy. That is, it is likely that right now behind the mirror there is no one at all. But I myself hoped that I was not trying in vain, and someone was enjoying the THEATER. Especially since there are sound-to-small speakers going to the benches there.

But, in fact, it turned out like this: the one who was exhausted peacefully located in a comfortable chair next to the sofa. He was talking about the case with the Italian, who fucked me. But in the end the Italians started a sexual conversation. Conversation on the same topic: how to teach the wife of the one who fucks me now ...