I woke up late. Long lay in bed, remembering yesterday's meeting. The throat hurt a little from the deep penetration of the members of the boys. I touched my butt and put in one finger. The hole was narrow. “Here is a mess” - I thought and smiled - “As if there was nothing yesterday.”

The desire to use the toilet made me get out of bed. Peeing, I climbed into the bath. Unscrewing the watering can from the shower, I turned on the warm water. After washing away the holes, out of habit, I shoved the hose in the ass. Filling it, I pulled out the hose and released the water. Having repeated this procedure several times, I turned off the water and turned the watering can back on. I wiped well between my legs, I washed myself and brushed my teeth. After going into the kitchen, I brewed tea and, climbing back to bed, turned on the TV and picked up the phone. Since last night, there have been a lot of missed calls, mostly from Pasha. I dialed his number.

"Hi Slut" - I heard his voice.

“It gets better!” I squealed happily.

“Why didn’t you answer yesterday? I was all tired! ”

“Oh, Pash, it was ...” - I stopped talking, thinking about whether or not to tell yesterday’s events.

"What happened? Tell me, ”he asked interestedly.

“Well, remember that story at the club?” I began.

“Aha, of course I remember,” Pasha happily confirmed.

"Well, so ..." - I began the story.

I told Pasha about everything that happened to me the day before.

He did not interrupt me, as he usually did, but silently listened to my story.

“Didn't you say no?” He suddenly asked me suddenly.

“What?” I asked in surprise - “What are you ... are you jealous?”

“Of course!” He shouted into the phone, “You are my whore! My! Do you understand? Only I can decide with whom and when you can fuck a bitch! ”

I was taken aback and did not know what to say. Inside, everything sank and cold. I felt like a guilty girl who did something terrible. Tears came to my eyes. I felt that I was about to cry. The pause dragged on.

“Why are you silent?” Pasha finally asked.

"Well ... I do not know ... And what to say?" I muttered timidly, sniffing.

“Apologize bitch! And say that you will never do this again! ”He demanded loudly and strictly in a firm voice.

“Forgive me, please, Paschenka,” I asked in a shaky voice, “I will no longer do that without your permission.”

With these words, I could not stand it and burst into tears. Tears rolled down my cheeks.

“Okay, Slut, don't cry out,” Pasha said more gently, “I'll forgive you for the first time, but henceforth always ask me for permission. Got it? ”

“Yes, Pashenka” - I replied with a squishy nose - “I understood everything.”

“That's it,” said Pasha calmly, satisfied with my answer, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing” - I wiped away tears with the edge of the sheet - “I woke up recently”

“What are you planning to do?”

“I don’t know, I wanted to visit my friend today,” I replied.

“Come on today, you just walk alone,” Pasha suggested. “Well, go shopping or just like that.”

"Good, honey," I agreed meekly.

“That's great,” he rejoiced at my obedience. “Let me put you on.” What's the matter with you now? ”

"Nothing" - I got up from the bed.

“So” - Pasha began busily - “You will put on your short pleated gray skirt, yellow transparent blouse and stockings of necessarily flesh-colored. Necessarily physical! ”He repeated.

"Good" - I agreed - "And underwear?"

“Do not need anything. Get dressed. As you will be on the street, you will dial me ”- with these words he turned off the phone.

I put the phone down and got out of bed.Going to the closet, I pulled out a skirt. It was a short gray skirt in a wide fold. It was not for nothing that Pashka chose her, not only was she very short, she had a wide skirt that pulled up from every gust of wind. I threw her on the bed. The blouse was translucent, yellow, without sleeves. I also put it on the bed and, going up to the dresser in which my underwear was lying, pulled out the flesh-colored stockings with a lace band on top. Putting them on my feet, I finished my tea and sat down in front of the mirror to make up. Ten minutes later, I looked at my reflection with satisfaction. Wearing a skirt and blouse, I went out into the hallway. Shoe yellow shoes, the color of a blouse, on a small platform and high heels, I twisted in front of a mirror. “Sexy!” - I thought to myself and, having seized a handbag, left the apartment. Coming out of the door, I looked at my watch. It was already the first hour. "Wow" - I thought - "Wow, I slept." I left the yard and leisurely walked down the street. The weather was beautiful. The only thing that confused me was the breeze. He was blowing not constantly but in gusts. Now and then I had to pull on the short hem of the skirt. The street was full of people. I saw men stare at me. “I have to go eat somewhere,” I thought. Reaching the nearest cafe, I went into it. Inside there was a twilight, only table lamps on tables with visitors shone and a large TV set worked on the wall. I walked around the room and sat at a free table near the bar. Immediately came the girl waiter and put the menu in front of me. I opened the menu, got the phone and dialed the number of Pasha.

"Yes Whore? Are you already on the street? ”He asked immediately.

"I went to the cafe to eat," I replied, flipping through the menu pages.

"Fine. Order a glass of beer for yourself, ”he asked.

“Good,” I agreed, and raised my hand, drawing the attention of the waitress.

“Please bring a glass of light beer, draft,” I asked the girl who approached me.

“Do you need a big glass?” She asked.

“Take it big!” I heard Pasha's voice on the phone. He heard our conversation with the waitress.

“Yes, bring a big one” - I smiled - “For now, I will choose what to eat”

“Good,” she replied, and left.

“Slut, then order a second glass. Do you understand? ”Demanded Pasha.

“Do you want to give me a drink?” I giggled.

“And if you want to use the toilet, then without my permission, don’t you dare!” He continued without answering my question - “Be sure to call me!”

“Well ... Okay,” I did not understand the meaning of his request.

Pasha turned off the phone. At this time, a waitress came up with a glass of beer. I took a steaming glass and immediately took a sip of a cold drink. Choosing a salad and hot for the second, I made the order. Waiting for him to bring me, I emptied more than half of the glass. The waitress brought a salad. Having eaten it and finished the rest of the beer, I felt a weak urge to the toilet. When brought hot, I ordered another beer. Finishing dinner and finishing the second glass, the desire to go to the toilet increased. I squeezed my legs. It became easier, but not for long. Alcohol hit in the head. I felt drunk. Paying for lunch, I left the cafe. Sunlight hit hard in the eyes. I walked down the street trying to walk straight. Beer was doing its job. My head was spinning, I really wanted to go to the toilet. Periodically, I squeezed the muscles of the vagina, to at least somehow reduce this desire. It helped, but not for long. It was certainly possible to find somewhere a secluded place to pee, but I remembered that Pasha did not allow me to do this without his permission. Seeing the free shop, I sat down tightly squeezing my knees. I took the phone out of my purse and put Paschka in it. Waiting for an answer lasted a very long time.

“Hello,” I finally heard his voice.

“Pashenka! I really want to write! ”I whispered gasping.

“Where are you now?” He asked dryly, “are there many people around?”

“I am sitting on a bench,” I replied, and looked around, “No one seems to be around.”

“So, let's get up and go somewhere where there are more people,” Pasha said firmly.

“Nuuuu ... Pashaaaaa ...“- I stretched out and wrinkled from an unbearable desire to the toilet.

“Get up, say and go!” He shouted into the phone, “I will call in ten minutes.”

With these words, he turned off the phone.

Biting ...