The summer flew by quickly, and although I was not on vacation, my mood did not predispose to it. Galka, my old friend, was absolutely not upset about this. She shared her whole life BEFORE and AFTER ... BEFORE the new suitor and AFTER him, until the next one. I always liked her for her reckless, easy and resilient nature. And she constantly tried to acquaint me with someone. True, there was no point in this. Clients who came from her either used my services as a realtor or disappeared because of their quiet sadness. In the end, she called me frigid and calmed down.

She herself was fascinated by the new boyfriend and had not looked at me for a long time, so the call took her by surprise. She said that she had found a new rich Buratino who wants to sell her apartment right in the center and asked herself for a percentage if the deal goes through. I promised to please her and called the client. The call was answered by a pleasant male voice, his low voice was caressing his ear. We agreed to meet tomorrow and I forgot about him for a while, Galka broke through again and chirped something about her new adore, and only made me a promise that tomorrow we would go to her favorite tavern, taking my word that I'll put on what she calls, only after that she calms down. I listened inattentively, as I was exhausted for the day and dreamed of sleeping until tomorrow's meeting.

The morning was overcast and gloomy, but surprisingly warm. I thought a little and decided that immediately after the meeting I would not have time to change clothes and therefore, after taking a shower, I immediately put on what Galka dictated to me on the phone, knowing my rags like her own. Having rotated before the mirror, I felt a slight excitement: Galka was well versed in clothes, and she wore this skillfully and could advise others. Heel stretched a plump leg, stockings because of the intricate pattern seemed to flow down the legs. Pulling off my hair and wearing a short dress, I threw on my raincoat and ran out the door.

Having thrown the car in the nearest courtyard, where there was a place, I went through the arch to a huge old house. Yes, the apartments were right there ... There was no elevator, and I slowly, rocking in high heels, climbed to the top floor. Once again, checking with the book, I rang the door to a high door that looked like a safe door. The door opened, and a male voice invited me in, apologizing and saying what would happen now. I went to the apartment. A curious eye immediately determined that it would stand on the sale for a long time, for such a high price they do not often buy. I neatly hung the cloak on my shoulders in the corridor and, without taking off my shoes, blew into the kitchen. And she stopped, almost with her mouth open, so everything was so perfect and beautiful. I took a picture of the kitchen and went to the window to see where it went. The view of the courtyard was not very pleased, I stood and wondered how it was possible to hide it or to file it profitably.

Suddenly, the male body pressed me to the window sill so that I could not move, and my hands gripped and deftly tied them behind my wrists. I was simply stunned ... and scared ... Fear seemed to hold me, my lips trembled and I could not even say a word. The man also silently turned me to face him. Kick-ass ... he was wearing a mask and only brown eyes glittered in the cuts. So it will not kill ... flashed a silly thought. And he deftly unzipping his pants, pressed hard on my shoulders, seizing my horse's fist. The pain spread to the back of my head, making me cry out. But he, not paying any attention, poked my face into my pants. The member was already standing ... not just standing, on his head through the open hole oozing passion. I recoiled and immediately my head responded with pain, so that I unwittingly immediately returned her to the contemplation of this miracle.

Well? - the voice was muffled and so formidable that I left all my doubts and took the head with my lips ... Surprisingly, the faint smell of perfume, cleanliness and the male body began to excite me. Desire stirred inside ...But it was not fucking relax !!! The male hand rudely put it on my penis, right up to the pubis, so that the head dived down the throat, forcing me to open my mouth wide. I tried to moan indignantly ... but he was up to the bulb ... holding my tail tightly, he was fucking me in the mouth, tearing like the last slut, hammering his dick so that I felt the tension of the neck muscles, turning my head as comfortable as possible I swallow a member, drool, dripping on his dress. Suddenly he froze ... as if stretched into a string. I understood what was waiting for me, and tried to shrink back, completely unwilling to participate in it ... but his hand only pressed her head closer to the pubis, drowning the member in the hot depths of my throat ... and I felt with horror how it was struck by a warm, dense viscous jet, forcing involuntarily swallowing ... I choked, and he finished and finished ... sperm drained from the corners of his lips, dripping onto my dress and the floor. Then he pushed me away and walked quickly out of the kitchen. I was kneeling with my back tied, unable to stand up and breathing heavily, licking my lips with its spicy tart taste.

Hearing his steps, again tried to get up. He came up from behind and, unceremoniously lifting me up, pushed me in deep into the apartment. A huge bedroom in red tones deprived me of my mind. Something squeezed the body first, and then spread sweet bliss, weary anticipation. The man untied his hands and busily rubbed his wrists, and then with one movement he fastened them handcuffed to the headboard. And then ... then took off the mask. Strong face, brown slightly cruel eyes and predatory facial expression. It was with this expression that he viewed me. I was silent ... I understood that screams and tears would not help here. He seemed to think for a moment, and then decidedly pulled the collar of the dress, tearing it in half. The look immediately changed ... he admired my body. Then, in one motion, tore off the delicate lace of the panty. Something incredible was happening to me ...

I WANTED ... wanted to continue and melted, dying in the animal delight and desire. He carelessly, with the tip of the stack, spread his lips and shallowly introduced him. Then, looking straight into my eyes, I lifted it to my face and inhaled ... I looked down at my pants and saw a mound. And he thrust this stack tip into my mouth ... well ... well, I decided to have fun ... let's play ... die like that with music! I licked it with relish and defiantly extended my legs ... naive ... he grinned and pulled a vibrator from the bedside table. Having inserted it to me, he comfortably sat in the chair opposite, stroking a bare standing member with one hand and the second ... in the second he had a control panel ... The first vibration was small and pleasantly irritated inside, and without that I was still flowing. But then he amplified the vibration, began to change the rhythm, the tempo and everything spun in desire, lust, forcing me to wriggle, twitch, begging him to take me or turn off this toy. He calmly contemplated my torment, stroking a member.

I wanted to finish ... wildly ... greedily ... but I needed stimulation of the clitoris ... I begged him to stroke, touch and touch ... but he just continued to look and then heighten the impact inside, then weaken ... at some point I’ve probably disconnected because I’ve recovered from blows to the face. The vibrator no longer worked inside ... I was breathing heavily and ... I wanted ... wildly and unbearably. And he again sat down in a chair and picked up the remote ... Oh God ... now the consoles were in his two hands ... I felt a shiver in the anus and screamed ... I don't know how long this sweet torture continued on two vibrators , under his tweaks and blows, nipple bites, I lost track of time ... I sprawled, wept, then begged for mercy, then spewed curses and threats against him ... and when I thought it would never end, He took off his jeans, turned me to his back and forced me to kneel. I was trembling, ready for anything ... if he ordered to satisfy the company of soldiers - I would go for it ... and he stood between my legs and slowly entered the cave ... no ... in the swamp, which was formed from his torture ... I bent, sobbing, and he pressed his clitoris with his fingers ... he did not pull at him ... did not stimulate ... just pressed ...and he himself moved ... building up the pace ... I was covered ... it was a tsunami, an explosion ... fiery lava flooded my brain and my whole being ... I struggled, twisting my arms, screamed, squirmed ...

When I came to my senses, my hands were unfastened and smeared with something, so that they did not have any bruises or abrasions. It smelled good fresh brewed coffee. On bending and trembling legs, holding on to the walls, I wandered to the smell ... The man calmly, hiding a smile, looked at me. And then, in a tone that did not tolerate objections, he quietly ordered: “To the bath ... coffee and then!” ...