lighting up, she tried to move, but in the tight embrace of the straps that squeezed her body, she could not move even a millimeter. The fingers continued their non-stop game, Marina was already flowing over them, her forehead resting on the board was breathing heavily as they approached orgasm.

Suddenly a slight whistle, and it burned!

- BUT!! She screamed and jerked, so much so that the straps, biting into the delicate skin, left pink marks on her.

Whistling is a sharp pain. Whistling is a pain ...

The booty was burning with unbearable pain, and the fingers, which were slippery from its discharge, continued their game.

- Whip, monotonously and ruthlessly tormenting her, she choked with a cry, feeling relentlessly rolling in a wave of orgasm, and when he, merging with unbearable pain, covered her with her head, she screamed as the females in ancient times shouted.

- Here you go. Now you will be more obedient. We will repeat, but more than once. Repetition, it is the mother of learning. True. Natasha? - Darya Petrovna spoke to Marina standing in front of her.

“Put her in order, smear her bloody wounds.” Eka did not see - whipping! Only a dozen pink stripes. Children and those poryut, and here we are so gentle, screams, snot. I'll shut up your mouth. It is a pity that I did not know, the neighbors probably thought that I was torturer. Yes, they think so.

Natasha, what are you laughing?

You will spend the night at me. You will sleep with Natasha, since you are so interested in lesbians.

Such I to you today Natasha. Do not say that I am not kind to you.

And you, so I did not see more in the pants.

Change your wardrobe. Skirts above knees, stockings. You have slender legs and a very pretty figure. So, there is nothing to hide such a product.

Yes, in shorts do not come to me, here they are to you to nothing.

All night Marina, drowning in a soft bed, was caressed in gentle hands, ineptly trying to give pleasure in return. Finally, Natasha saddled her head and running her finger in her pussy introduced the sharp tongue to her expiring juice cunt.

Marina Sergeyevna has changed. Now she came to work in tight-fitting short dresses and narrow skirts that accentuate the hips. In stockings and tight panties. So Darya Petrovna told her.

She became calmer and not much more absent-minded. Darya Petrovna forbade her to play with herself, promising to brutally flog her for it, and from this she wondered thoughtful, clinging to the armrests of the armchair with well-groomed nails. She looked coldly and detachedly at the men who were looking at her with interest, paying them with the same coin for many years of solitude and longing.

Today she arrived earlier without warning. There was a car at the house of Darya Petrovna. From behind the closed door to the next room came the male oi and the severe abuse of Darya Ivanovna. Appearing from somewhere, Natashka led her away and closing the door ordered her to wait. After half an hour, the weary windows of the old houses, snarling up and pouring the tired windows of old houses looking like an eternity with a blue smoke, took the owner away.

Daria entered the room. She undid the rocking pink member.

- Again strap-on in shit! I would make him lick him, but he pays at a time as much as I earn from you for a month. And you thought I was living on a salary with Natasha? Why did you come before calling? Don't do that anymore.

She sat down tiredly in a chair, stretched her legs up and lit a cigarette.

- Do you like me? Satisfied?

- Yes.

- Why not say hello as it should be? Is it impossible without punishment? She said with a tired sigh.

Marina immediately knelt low bowed in front of Darya Petrovna.

- Well, ka, stand up and show what you have there ... - she casually poked her finger in her thigh.

Standing up, Marina Sergeyevna held her hem up high, bared her slender legs in lace stockings and shaved pubis.

- Right. Was it cleaned?

- Yes. Just like you said.

“Well, it's a day, and Natasha is still flogged ... Let's go to the bathhouse, I have a notable bathhouse,” she said, looking at the outbreak of Marina.

The bath at Darya Petrovna was spacious. The steam room, then the room with the large jacuzzi and shower, there was in it another room, decorated with a large table and soft benches on the walls upholstered in red leather. The walls of the ceiling and the floor were wooden, which gave comfort and silence.

Daria, having steamed out, asked Marina to whip her with a fragrant broom, and Marina Sergeyevna slyly glanced at Daria and, with all her might, began to hunt down her body.

Then, cooled, they sat down at the table, drinking pure vodka.

- You, Marinka, girl, so to you, it means that God is said to be touched The girl and stay. But! - She put her arm around her shoulders, something whispered in her ear.

- Let's go to the pool, or whatever it is his there - a jacuzzi.

Having added Marina to the waist, she led her to the edge, they fell into the water splashing out sparks.

Daria began to kiss the frightened Marina. Marina slightly rested, clinging to a large, hot Darya body. Daria rudely and imperiously seized her, Marina, she could not refuse her anything, knowing that this would follow. She just turned her face away from her hot lips, thereby inflaming her even more.

- Smell it. Pull in yourself. This is my fagot forgotten.

She handed her a bottle. Marina, leaning against the bottle, involuntarily turned her back on her. Behind her, Daria hastily put on a strapon.

Suddenly, Marina felt weightless, her body became light and relaxed.

Something pressing pressed against the bottomhole, the palms confidently lay on the hips.

- Tighten, easier to enter.

Turning, Marina imploringly put her hand on Daria, trying to stop a fat snake who wanted to get into it. But this did not stop Daria, who pressed her even harder.

- Painfully! How painful! Marina, bending over, pulled the halves apart, scratching them with blood with her marigolds, trying to quickly let in an unceremonious, hot, impudent, fat snake, who had gathered tightly through a tight little ring. Sensing the hips of Daryin’s buttocks, and the snake that filled her completely, Marina clung to the edge of the jacuzzi, obediently standing still. Daria moved. The snake who was dozing in it began to stir. Marina became hot, and there - hot, she began to caress herself. The relentless serpent played in her. Then leaving her, then filling. She trembled, covering her eyes and zaah. The serpent suddenly spun and she felt in the inside, on the other side of the serpent, unexplored by her and not accessible to him, the fire trembled in ecstasy.

Finally, he went out.

She lay in warm water, glanced at a strapon lying at a distance, felt tenderness and devotion towards him.

- The narrowest reserved for you. Now put the cork until the potion is valid.

It includes something big and cool.

- Let's go to the bedroom. Stay with me today.

Naked, they hurried through the darkening sunset of the summer courtyard. Marina was wagging and swaying slightly. The priest was decorated with a gray round cork.

In the morning she awoke from the chirping of birds and passionate moans. Natasha, sitting at the feet of Darya, delivered her sharp orgasms.

- Go, go. Yes, corkscrew dials there, - she exhaustedly poked her finger in the half-closed door of the dresser. Do not forget to change them.

Marina Sergeyevna twisted in the chair, the priest appealed with a slight fever. Marina Sergeyevna gently changing the plugs expanded, playing with a thin dildo in the pope before going to bed.

The patient looked at the perplexed doctor in bewilderment.

- So what am I talking about? Yes, three times a day, and certainly after a meal.

Yesterday she was taught to take by mouth. She rubbed her face. It drove a stiff mouth, I wanted to vomit, and without ceasing I had to caress myself under Natashkin supervision.

Finally, Natasha, taking pity, inserted her mouth into the mouth that did not want to open wide, the spreader spring-opening it, which pressed a stiff tongue to the bottom with a cool metal plate.

- Here you go. Deeper yet. Nose breathe. - Daria gently entered getting used to her plowshare.

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