Marina Sergeyevna worked in the district clinic as a therapist. Among her colleagues, she proved to be demanding and uncompromising, and for numerous sickly brethren, she was a favorite doctor, to whom there were always long lines of illness.

Yes, it was not surprising, personal life did not work out, she was not married, she lived alone and gave all her energy to her only hobby - work. Of course there were attempts to create a family, she was introduced to, but, all the suitor was left with nothing, and Marina became more closed in herself. Monotonous weekdays shimmered in the year, she suddenly turned 35. She was sweet, pretty and quite beautiful, but a certain rock above her. Besides, she was a virgin. From all of this, she had nervous breakdowns, she was merciless to her colleagues' mistakes, and her secretaries got lost, and two nurses annoyed her especially. Both recently got a job. One of them was called Natasha, she was about forty, she unconditionally fulfilled all the whims of the second, timidly looking at her, And the second - Daria, was a woman about ten years older than Marina Sergeyevna, she was imperious and rude, with each meeting with Marina Sergeyevna she led herself is conflicted, rude and after such meetings Marina could not calm down for a long time. Once, when she was talking to Shurachka, the secretary, Daria passed by. From her gaze, for some reason, blushing lowered her eyes.

- They say these nurses ... In general, Lena and Tanya saw how she Natasha on the cheeks, on the cheeks, and she kisses her hand. Well, just some bdsm. And they say they are lesbians ...

- Did you see it yourself?

- Itself is not.

- Yes, a little what they say.

Marina hurried into the office, to the patients who were waiting for her.

Reception is over. Marina Sergeyevna entered into the manipulation and began to accuse Daria.

- Patients complain about you, and what was the turn for you today! Where have you been?

- Where I was none of your business, in my office, command, bootie, and here I am the hostess.

And she somehow cleverly and habitually clutching her from behind, loudly slapped Marina Sergeyevna, who screamed under her buttocks, so deftly that she fell into her groin.

- How dare you?

Marina, in tears, jumping out of the manipulation room and seeing the frightened Natasha out of the corner of her eye, closed in her office.

My heart pounded with fear and humiliation. Trying to cool the burning face with my palms I thought:

- it is a shame, what humiliation, it is impossible to tell about it, but how can I now ... Shurochka told me, and I ...

She felt that her disliked body just betrayed her, demanding discharge, and she thrust her hand into her panties and played with her, and when her orgasm cramped her body, she shifted her knees and biting her lips trying not to scream, she tortured.

At home, Marina Sergeyevna, remembering what Shurochka had told her and having thought it all over, finally decided.

The next day, after the reception, when in the empty building the sound of footsteps subsided, Marina Sergeyevna entered the manipulation room.

Daria looked at her in surprise.

- Darya Petrovna, I came to ask for forgiveness for yesterday, and for having been rude with you before, you will forgive me. This will not be the case.

She humbly lowered her head in front of Daria sitting at the table, who was looking at her.

“If you want to ask for forgiveness,” Daria smiled wickedly about something after thinking, “come to me tonight, ask me there.” Go on!

Darya Petrovna lived in a part of the city consisting of houses with front gardens, built in immemorial times, and narrow streets, winding in long fences along the hills and down the lowlands. An old Ford strayed and flooded, having tasted the depths of a pair of puddles that did not dry out in any heat, stopped at an inconspicuous house. Marina went out into the darkness, pushing an unlocked gate, walked timidly into the courtyard.

And we were waiting for you! Come on in! The house in which Marina Sergeyevna found herself clearly once belonged to some merchant. A large room was decorated on the walls of the column, but stucco on the ceiling.Darya Petrovna was having tea.

- Well, what did you come for? She stared at Marina, frozen in the middle of the room.

- Forgiveness to ask.

- Ask for forgiveness and everything?

- They say different things about you.

- They say, and what you?

- I also want to. To try. I do not know, maybe this is exactly what I need.

- Yes, what to try? Speak clearly, not mumbled. Natasha snorted in the corner.

- They say that you ... You then slapped me. And I thought. What are you - Mistress. Domina. And further...

- What else?

- What are you lesbians.

- Lesbians? Are you a lesbian or something?

- No, I have never been ... Marina Bud heard herself from the outside.

- Have you been with a man?

- No, it was not.

- Was not. Clear.

- That's what. Well - ka kiss. And she stretched her leg out from under the table.

Marina knelt down and bent low, timidly and gently kissed several times.

- Enough. Stand up Now undress.

- How to undress?

- Dogol. Over there, she pointed to her in the far corner. - Then come back here.

Hurriedly undressing and peeking peering into the corner where Natasha was sitting, she saw her intent, interested look, examining her figure.

Never before did she have to undress in front of strangers. After removing everything and going to the middle of the room, she froze in anticipation.

Daria Petrovna and Natasha approached unceremoniously looking at her.

- Look Natasha, as she is well built! Where only men look?

- Yes, it's not about the peasants, but about herself.

Their palms, appreciating Marina Sergeyevna, as an expensive animal, unceremoniously glided over the body, feeling and squeezing. They squeezed their breasts, pulled off their nipples.

Never have other people's hands touched her body. Crouching, Marina quietly moaned and squealed from unceremonious palms.

- Well - ka, spread your slender legs.

The palm slipped into the groin.

Marina squeezed squeezed her knees and then - also received a resounding slap.

- Well, do not twitch!

Fingers tried to slip inside.

- Not! Do not! I'm a girl ...

“Look, and I guessed correctly then,” Darya Petrovna chuckled. Come on, stoop slightly.

Claws walked on the buttocks, dug in and parted them.

- Didn't you do it?

- Not!

- And did not do blowjob ?! Well, just a virgin Mary. Listen, Natasha, who we got! Well, nothing, we will not teach you that. Yes, stop you giggling, and then you will get, she said, flashing her eyes on her companion, who immediately fell silently submissively.

Marina, shaking her flowing hair, froze in anticipation, decorating a room like an antique statue. With all of this she would be aroused, her face would be ardent, she would hardly restrain herself.

Suddenly, she felt Natashkina fingers slipping on wet lips.

Natasha looked meaningfully at Daria Petrovna.

- So, it means that forgiveness has come to ask. Forgiveness deserve punishment. Let's go to!

In the room into which they had entered, there was a chair stuck together from stout boards and attached to the floor, decorated with hanging straps at the edges.

- Natashka, help her to make herself fit for the first time. You yourself, do not forget this chair? Otherwise, I’m a memory - refresh you, tell me, do not be shy.

- I have not forgotten. Here, vsan on my knees here, bend over, hands over here, I will fasten the straps. Yes priest something, leave me alone!

Tightened belts did not allow Marina to move. She felt helpless and helpless, completely at the mercy of these two women. With a sob, she quietly wept.

- Do not. I ask you to. Let go.

- Late ask. Do not cry, you asked for it yourself. Wipe her tears, Natasha! Now and find out, and you, and I, whether you fit me. And I to you.

She grinning took a whip and made a sign to Natasha. Ta running her hand into Marina's crotch, she gently stroked skillfully with a thin finger to her clitoris, and with another hand, calming her stiffened body, stroking her warm head and sliding her loose hair to her chest and squeezing them appreciatively, she began to nipple.

Marina,...