will not repeat.

- Masha, now you.

- Well, let Alexander turns. We'll see.

Oh yeah, I'm twisting. I spun lightly - so that exactly on Maria. On any of them.

- Well, Maria Mikhalna, come on! - Natasha was lucky.

Masha sat down gracefully, grabbing her skirt with one hand and quickly sorting out the clasp on her friend's shoe. Then suddenly she sat down right in a skirt on the floor in a lotus position and began to massage her leg to her friend. I looked at it in disbelief and only at that moment the thoughts of the beauty of my colleague's ankles, of her long legs on long heels and other nonsense began to climb into my head.

In order not to sit idle, I began to say all sorts of nonsense that, well, they say, it is good for you now Natalia. Natasha threw back her head, closed her eyes and said with a deep sigh:

- How and what should I spin so that you do it at the same time? Ahhhhh ...

I laughed, considering it a great joke. And Mary suddenly said:

- Well, help me, I can not massage two feet.

I looked at them, but not one of them paid any attention at that moment: Maria concentrated on massaging her friend's left foot, and she, sitting back, sat with her eyes closed.

I got up, looked around, as if someone else was here and as if this someone could help me. He got up on one knee and started massaging Natalia's second foot without enthusiasm. From the mass of two legs, my colleague began to breathe deeply and several times she twisted her hips on a chair so that we had to pause for a second, holding her feet in her hands.

Masha already even swung back, let go of the foot and leaned behind one of her hands.

And I kept and continued to do massage. For convenience, I again sat on my ass and moved so that the foot was right in front of my face.

“What a thrill ...” Natalya arched and, taking advantage of the fact that I held one of her feet firmly, thrust the other into my hand.

I caught it and found myself with both feet in hand. I felt the squatting loose tissue as it moves my toes a little, but my eyes focused on anything, but not on the legs of my colleague.

I suddenly realized that now we can cross a certain line, which I did not even think to cross. I gathered strength and pulled back. But then he hit his head on the table behind him and flew forward, pressing his nose and face into the shin.

- Great shot. - Masha happily showed us the shot taken on her mobile phone.

I did not even see what was there. And I did not understand what frame. And then suddenly I saw how I lay on the foot of my colleague having embraced her by the shin.

- Funnier than the previous ones. - this is Masha again.

- what are the previous? - I was at a loss.

- Well, there where you caress Nate's legs.

Natalya laughed, leaned back in her chair, looked at me and said:

- We have all the moves recorded - now we will blackmail you. - She had a lot of fun.

I immediately got up and decided that the party should be urgently turned off. At that moment I did not think that there were any photographs that could harm me in any way: I was quite sure that there was nothing in the photo, but right here and now the situation is very foolish and inconvenient.

I decided that I had to look politely at the photo that Maria was still showing me. And then you have to apologize and get out of here. Well, what else to do.

Oh, I don’t know about the previous ones, but I’d rather not show this photo - I’m on my knees in front of a woman with legs somewhat divorced under the skirt, standing bent over her left leg in a pose that leaves little doubt that in a second I'll kiss her foot. This is so well Maria pressed the trigger at the moment when I, hitting the table, flew in the direction of the machine foot.

- Delete her. And all the others too. - I was burning with shame, but I spoke confidently and even somehow assertively.

But this had no effect. Masha removed the phone from my face and went to Natalia, who was still sitting on a chair.

- Well, friend, we caught the guy!

They amicably amused.

- No, now stay. We will discuss the terms of your surrender.

- Yes what do you give up without a fight. - I tried to answer as politely as possible, but the thoughts in my head were that the phone should be pulled out of my hands.

- Of course you give up. You have nowhere to go - the photo speaks for itself. You are under the heel.

I couldn’t find an answer to this, but at that moment Maria spoke:

- For this photo you have to pay. Now I want a massage, and maybe something else.

They laughed again, and I made another attempt to get out:

- Come on. The faces are almost invisible ...

- Do not be ridiculous, the girls and the chief know the interiors. And this is not the only this photo. - Maria suddenly became tough. - It will be the end of a career here, and maybe everywhere - as the boss decides. Especially if we tell him that you yourself harassed us all evening — we were drinking and then throwing ourselves at our feet.

Natalya screamed and continued for her friend:

- Took off my shoes and made dirty hints. Yes Yes!

- Oh, Sash, do not be afraid of us so. - Natalia rolled on a chair to the table, poured more wine in our glasses. - We will not do anything with you. Tear off a bit and let go.

- And photo?

- And you behave like an exemplary boy. And no one will see them.

I understood that I had nothing to cover right now. At that moment, Natalya nodded to Maria and they took up their glasses:

- Let's drink to the cameras!

I drank with the girls - I did not feel drunk any more, and I didn’t want to argue with them.

- Well, now I still want my massage, but now I have to like it very much. - Natalia again rolled away from the table. - Mash, and you think about what you want for yourself. We can now all. Yes, Sasha?

She stretched her legs without embarrassment and laid them on the table beside my hands.

- Proceed.

Massaging on the table was uncomfortable - some stupid posture. I sat down on my knees and started massaging Natasha's legs - gently massaging my feet, paying attention to each finger. I tried to do everything as carefully as possible. From time to time I looked back at Maria - is she taking pictures of me again?

But Maria sat leaning on her left hand and silently watched me massaging the feet of her friend. She did not try to take pictures and I calmed down for a while.

Natasha breathed deeply, spread her legs more comfortably to the sides and stretched.

- Stronger. And higher.

I obeyed. Once in the evening ...

Maria rustled something from the side. I glanced over, but did not understand what she was doing, and returned to the foot massage for my colleague. I gradually began to feel where she was particularly pleased - this was felt by the way her legs trembled and her breathing increased slightly.

- Higher yet ...

My hands had already reached almost to my knees, and even higher meant a massage somewhere where the edge of decency would be completely gone. I timidly put my hand above my knee and with a slight pressure I moved five centimeters up. Then he moved it down.

- Stronger and taller. What are you like little!

The team was given and it was clear that foot massage was just the beginning. I began to run my hands over the hips of the woman who was lying down before me. The pose was extremely uncomfortable: I was on my knees, occasionally leaning forward to hold my hands "stronger and higher." Well, that now no one is shooting.

At that moment I again thought of Mary and looked in her direction. I felt like a shock - I realized that I heard the rustling from the side - Maria had already removed her skirt and jacket, left in a light shirt without sleeves, and pantyhose, under which, to my joy, were visible panties. Now she was lounging in a chair and staring at Natasha and me without stopping.

I suddenly realized that this would not end with just a massage and decided that I should make another attempt to escape. I tried to get up, but they seemed to be waiting for this and pounced on me like tigresses: Natalya stretched her legs and abandoned with a sharp movement ... Read more →