in this harem.

Alcohol changed consciousness more and more, conventions between people weakened, borders blurred, all these intricate courtings lost meaning, it seemed that we had to go straight to pleasures, since they were present in our bodies. Kate became very unleashed, as often happens with drunk women, she demanded that all attention be given to her and my husband. Going to say something, she begged to look into her eyes, they say, she would say something extraordinarily important, but while she squeezed our attention, she forgot what she was going to say. Laughing, it seemed she was completely closed on herself, on her thoughts and emotions, and only the obsessive desire to have the audience annoyed more and more. However, it was on hand.

With Leonid, we looked at each other quite frankly, it became clear to me that “the client was ripe”. I even playfully lifted the edge of the skirt, he smiled and somehow nervously glanced at his wife. I understood his thoughts.

- Why are these people - I pointed to the portraits - so tense, they think about their state?

- They want to become better, but they don’t know how - Katya burst into laughter

- Yes, they think about the country, this is normal - answered Leonid

- Yes, perhaps, - I agreed - if they stop thinking about the country, then it simply will not be. These people live for real, and countries and states, only in their heads.

“No,” Leonid gave a start, “people are mortal, and countries are far more durable ...”

- Not sure. - I realized that the conversation had not acquired the right direction - and where is your toilet?

- There! - Katya, without turning around, pointed to the door.

- Leonid, show me.

- Yes, show her and bring some more wine, take some more apples there. - Katya dropped her head on her chest, her dark hair covered her face

We walked along the corridor, I specifically walked in front of him to appreciate the shape, the length of my legs, the swaying of my hips. I do not know what came over me, but I decided to make a very radical move.

He opened the toilet door, turned on the light. I entered, looked around, the toilet was combined with the bathroom - “There is a lot of space, that’s good.” Leonid turned to go out, but I stopped him:

- Do not go, stay with me, I'm afraid of one

—...

- If you hate, then you can go - I said, lifting up her skirt.

“No ...” he answered hoarsely.

- Do not turn away

Taking down the pants and tights, I looked into his eyes, knowing that this kept him from confusion and forced him to overcome shame, I smiled encouragingly at him.

The fact is that I have big labia, for a long time I was ashamed of them in front of other women, but then, later, men appreciated it. However, not all, but it does not matter. I sat on the toilet and, as far as I could, spread my legs ... I saw how his eyes flashed, he completely lost his head, the first "banderilla" flew the "bull". Further, when the murmur subsided, my finger parted the "cockscomb" showing its moisture and depth. The second “banderilla” finished him; he took a step towards me. It was his obedience and my full power over him that excited me the most, I was trembling from this magical captivity of the male. The rest, in today's situation, especially did not make sense. Everything was as I expected. I did not want to see him, when a man enters a woman, he gains power over her and therefore offered him back. (Although there was no choice in the toilet). Then a loose wife appeared, the door was prudently unlocked by me. She, sobbing, ran to her room. He did not finish the case, rushed after her.I knew that this would happen, the question was only in time, if she fell asleep in the hall, then I made him do it by the fireplace.

When I got dressed, I packed up and waited for a taxi, looking into the dark window; somewhere far away, the lights of a big city flickered, and the lights of car headlights flicked around. I was confident and calm, I took this confidence from them and now they figured out the relationship somewhere on the second floor.

A car drove up. Leonid all red and disheveled ran out to me:

- You're leaving, ... well, of course ... it's better ..., shall we see you?

- Of course. I will offer you something that you cannot refuse, I said, smiling as sincerely as possible. We kissed friendly. I turned from the path and waved my hand promisingly. I knew perfectly well that we would never see each other again.