Written with Alouette.

9.
Going into the house, I put the electric kettle, hurray civilization, and washed my face. Then she took a five-liter bottle of water in the bath. I already shuddered when I thought that I would have to bathe in this pigsty. Water was not given yet, and the bath was not cleaned after the winter, but there was no place to wash anymore. Pouring myself out of the dipper, I suddenly burst into tears like a child, just not sobbed. Clenching my teeth and choking on tears, I washed my pussy that wanted it big cock, and bitterly pitying myself for a hot temper and heavy temper. Well, it is clear that everything could be done faster and easier then in the bath, so no ... Honor did not allow, and now who am I? Prostitute, or coarser, sperm? I haven’t been told this in my face, but I have already accepted and swallowed it. Gathering her will into a “fist” and stopping crying, she quickly warmed herself, rubbed herself dry with a towel, and decided to talk to Slava.
Going into the house, quickly changed into a short sundress, and had not yet lost the remnants of courage, went out onto the veranda. Our guest, or, more precisely, my lover, he was still sitting there ... And still he was finishing his beer can.

“Strange,” I thought, “is he that he doesn't like beer or drink?” My package would have sucked, but this one is busy with one can ...
“Glory ...” I said, my whole impulse vanished from his one glance as he lifted his head.
Gathering strength and looking at the floor, I continued:
- Why are you so ...
- ... - his eyes pierced me like a drill, - and what is wrong? - he suddenly said in a warm voice.
“I ... after all ... not a prostitute ... and you are with me like that ...” the tongue did not twist, its mouth was dry and the voice was trembling.
“But I'm not your husband ...” he said with a chuckle, “and I won't allow myself to be beaten like that ...”
- It was just a slap in the face ... - I squeezed out of myself, - let's forget and start all over again ?!
- So just forget? - his voice rang with metal, “you can forget everything,” he continued, calming down, “but what about me? My word? I am a man, do you understand? Not a bitch, and my word means a lot to me ...
- And now...
- Now you have to pay the bills. Expensive!

Tears filled my eyes. I sobbed. He stood up and, coming up to me, gently embraced. I froze, not believing my happiness.
- You have worked half ... Be patient ...
Bending down, he kissed my forehead, and his hand stroked the ass. There was a noise from the house, and we pulled away from each other ...
After a couple of minutes, the staggering Victor came out. His hair is disheveled, his eyes are crazy, his face is swollen. Looking at us with muddy eyes, he said:
- Baska is bursting ... Have something to drink?
Slava poured a full glass and handed it to him:
- Just a snack ...
- Does he need this? Drunkard - I thought, looking like he swallowed vodka, without even wincing. - Strange ... For some reason, I did not notice this before ... - she thought disgustingly to herself, turning away.

But still his breath caught;
“I went well,” he said hoarsely, and sat down at the table and pulled the bowl of the rest of the salad to himself.
- Still? - somehow Glory asked mockingly.
- ... - my nodded, catching a fork with a fork of a tomato ...
After the second glass he drank - the result was predictable! Osolov, he got up and muttered:
- This is ... I ... sleep ... - and returned to the house.
I noticed how Slavin frowned at seeing this. Turning to me and raising an eyebrow, he asked:
- Is he often like that?
- No, no ... Once a month ... This is called relaxing ...
- Here's a goat! - he swore.
“If you put a bottle and a glass around him, he won't even get up,” I added.
Slava doubtfully looked at the miserable remnants of vodka and issued:
- I will put him a full ... - and went into the house.

10.
He returned quickly and handed me an opaque package.
“This is your ticket to be rehabilitated,” Slava declared with a wry smile.
I took it with some kind of internal tremor and fished out the second one, which I laid on the table and laid. Colorful packaging. It did not immediately come to me that they are depicted. When I began to look at the pictures, I blushed.
“A cheap purchase,” I squeezed out of myself, wondering how this threatened me.
It seems that with fantasy Slava was in perfect order. Only four things, but they told me everything about the upcoming trials. Not to say that I was delighted with this, but the reaction of the body was strange ... My nipples hardened, I started to crackle in the groin, and I realized that now I’m dripping again.

It is simply unbearable that the presence and behavior of Glory did to me. To hell, they flew, in general, not the worst years of family life, my reputation as a good wife, before my eyes turned into just a lascivious little bitch. And it was not at all delighted that I myself want it.
Barely averting my eyes from the contents of the bag, I felt sweat on my forehead.
“Why ...” I muttered softly, “I don't use it.”
- Have to! - his voice was unrelenting.
“Oh ...” I sighed, “when?”
- And what to expect? Now! And let's go, walk up to the river ...
- And maybe ... - he did not let me finish.
- “It is necessary, Fedya! It is necessary! “- He quoted a phrase from the film.

Picking up one package, he said thoughtfully:
- Probably, they should be washed ... - but after reading the inscription, he added, - it says "sterilized"! - and smiled. - Oh yes! - he exclaimed, - the batteries are not included in the kit ... - and I fished several batteries out of my pocket, stretching it to me.
There were standard finger and flat as tablets. To say that I looked with horror on all this, therefore, to embellish reality. I was in a panic. But at the same time, the excitement of the upcoming test already overwhelmed me, making my heart beat faster and reducing the stomach in sweet spasms. I picked up the smallest package and read out loud:
- Plug of the helium (anal). And there, too? - I shuddered.
- ... - he nodded ...
Overpowering a shiver, raised the following:
- And this?
- Vibrator with remote control. I'll take the remote, - he opened the package and began to insert batteries.

I saw such an advanced technique in the cinema, but to test it myself ... I felt the panties become wet from the played fantasy.
Having finished, he handed me two balls with a diameter of about four centimeters strung on an elastic thread and ordered:
- Hold it in your fist!
As soon as I did this, he pressed the remote control button, and it vibrated violently in my hand.
- How do you like it? - he said with hoarse.
It was evident that it excites him, and he wants to try out transatlantic fiction.
“Very strong,” I whispered.
- And so? - he clicked the switch.

Quiet humming and pleasant vibrations pierced the hand.
- Good ... osho ... - I hardly squeezed out of myself, feeling like wet panties just get wet from desire.
- Come on. Go ahead, he ordered.
Spreading my legs apart, I ottyanuv gum pants, put a vibrator to the vulva and, shuddering, did not hold back a moan:
- Oooh ...
- Push inside, Glory hurried.
“You love me ...” - I uttered with anguish, trembling all over, feeling my stomach tightened in spasms.
- Then. Here the instructions indicate that you must enter the included ...

Clenching the whitened lips, I push them into the vagina to immediately bend over from too pleasant sensations. Trembling thighs clenched, I just sat down, clamping the stomach. And then the hot heat spread over the groin and I ... I finished it furiously, without even starting.
“U-uhhh,” I slowly managed to squeeze out, slowly sinking to the floor.
There was a click. The balls stopped vibrating, but I was still twitching and twisting in orgasm.
- I can not walk with such a thing! - I was hoarse, grabbing the air with parched lips.
- Great, huh ?! He exclaimed ...
But I looked at the huge knoll formed on his pants.
“Glory ...” I called.
- Let's get up and go for a walk ... - he said.
With difficulty looking up at him, and somehow focusing his eyes, ...