“Go well, but don't dare get the laundry out of yourself,” he said firmly, “You will go all the way to the house.”

“Good, honey,” I sighed as I got up from the store and smiled. The boys stared at me. Pretending that I did not notice them, I headed for the house. Every step disturbed my mind. Oozing vagina terribly itchy. In the ass, too sherbelo. Involuntarily, I stiffened and began to wag my hips in order to at least somehow calm the itch. Behind him again he heard a giggle.

"Look ... look ... she's dripping ..." - I heard the voices of boys. I stopped and, slightly stooping, looked down. On the inner side of the thigh, on white stockings, there was a clear wet mark. At the same time, a thick drop slid over the caprone and leaving another trace splashed onto the asphalt between the legs. I shrank from surprise and as I could, walked quickly along the street. The boys, laughing and exchanging phrases, followed me. Ahead of me was deserted. Taking advantage of the moment, I quickly launched my palm under the short hem of the dress between my legs. Having joined my fingers in a boat, I pressed them tightly against the perineum and pulled them up. They slid easily between their legs. I looked at the palm. She was all glistening with my discharge. Under the nails with the "French" manicure gathered translucent mass. Without inventing anything better, I habitually licked my fingers. Inside my holes was an intolerable itch. My head was spinning. Rainbow circles floated before my eyes. “There was still not enough consciousness to lose,” I thought. Slowing step, I took a deep breath. Not far was the bus stop. “We need to get rid of this escort,” I thought, turning round and looking at the boys. When I got to the bus stop, I waited for a bus. I didn't care where to go, just to keep these sticks behind. Sitting on the seat in the minibus, I handed over the money and sighed with relief. The boys turned around and went back. In the cabin there were two women and one man. Coming out at the next stop, I glanced at the seat where I had just sat. Oh God! In the place where my butt was, there was a wet spot. The last thing I saw, descending onto the asphalt, was the round eyes of one of the passengers looking at this spot. I felt funny. Smiling, I headed for the house.

The way to the house was hard for me. Itching and burning in the holes were unbearable. Already climbing the access staircase, I noticed that I left drops behind me. Stockings were in streaks. Entering the apartment, I didn’t take off my shoes and went into the room and flopped onto the sofa. Having stretched legs and having lifted a dress, I looked to myself between legs. Sexual lips swelled and were red. A wet piece of lace fabric protruded from the vagina. Grabbing him, I gently pulled the fabric. The vagina responded with a strong spasm. The body went cramp. Gently, I began to remove the bra, while massaging the clitoris. An orgasm instantly shook the whole body. Vagina clenched. A strong jet splashed from there and, having flown over the sofa, sprinkled the floor. In my eyes darkened.

When I came to my senses, I lay with my legs spread out and my bra sticking out half of me. Having experienced a few, but not so strong, orgasms, the bra was removed, and there was a puddle under me. I stretched the bra in my hands. On the lace fabric were clots of discharge. He was almost all wet. Throwing it on the floor, I put my fingers in the ass. Grabbing my nails over the lace fabric of my underpants, I gently pulled them out of the priests. Inside, everything was burning. The vagina continued to ooze clots of whitish mucus.There was a strong itch in the ass, and from there a translucent liquid similar to paste was also flowing out. After catching my breath and finally recovering myself, I took a bath and smeared my holes with cream.

The evening was ordinary. Pasha did not call, but I did not have the strength to call myself. Different thoughts were spinning in my head.

“What's next?” - I thought - “Why do I so obediently fulfill all the desires of the perverse fantasy of a youngster? What awaits me next? How far can it all go? ” I did not have answers to these questions. There was a feeling that I could not do without it. I am an obedient whore of my young master.