even today.

- I see. And what about the fact that I myself will call every friend of the journalist in turn and explain that Andrei never knew anything?

- And do you think it will help? Helen, I do not understand who we have here wife policy: you or me?

- I see.

At this point, Catherine's phone vibrated, issuing an inappropriate jolly trill.

- Who?

- The hairdresser.

- Take off, tell me what you cancel.

Catherine picked up the phone, and animal longing squeezed her heart. There, in touch, was her life - not the one that was given to her from birth, but the one that she built herself and loved.

- Unseen circumstances. I'll pay for everything and call you to overwrite it tomorrow. “Sorry,” Catherine said of her life into the phone and dropped the call.

“Well done,” Karim grinned, and stepping toward her, squeezed her chest tightly.

Catherine grimaced in pain and disgust, but she did not move.

- So you will do what you say?

- I would have a way out! I will.

“On your knees,” ordered Karim.

- Right here?

- You, scum, will you obey or ask questions?

Straight, like a stick, Catherine sank on a sandy roadside. Small pebbles mixed with sand painfully dug into her knees covered with thick pantyhose, but she did not make a sound. Kareem looked down at her and spat in her wavy hair. Catherine was silent, and then Karim unbuttoned his fly, pulling out his half-risen member.

- For a quarter of a century, I managed to miss your mouth, gangster fuck.

Catherine slowly sucked Karim's dick, and in her mouth he began to swell, approaching her full size. Head buried in her throat, but Catherine was able to do blowjob. Her head moved, gradually increasing the pace, and Karim's breathing soon became frequent and hoarse. His hands lay on her head, and now he was putting a woman on his penis, holding her hair.

- Open your eyes! - croaked Karim, seeing that Catherine is not looking.

She obeyed, and a spit flew right into her eyes. Not stopping to suck, she wiped sticky saliva with the back of her hand, and at that moment the dick in her mouth pulsed. Karim groaned loudly, and a stream of bitter sperm flowed into her throat. She tried to move away.

- Swallow, bitch, to drop! - Karim exhaled, weighing Catherine slack, but humiliating slap.

Looking away, Catherine noticed a silent driver. He stood five paces away, and his face was still impassive, but his right hand was between his legs - he crushed his penis through his pants.

“Go-go, work on,” Karim ordered Catherine, nodding at the driver.

Rising from the sand, she walked over to the second man and looked him in the eye. She knew that Karim would never spare her - but she saw this man for the first time, and some kind of infantile hope shook her in spite of everything. Suddenly the driver will pity her? Will you let go? She did not know how it could be, but she hoped ...

Roughly grabbing Catherine by the hair, the man pulled her down.

“You seem to be sucking well, bitch,” he asked, unbuttoning his pants and letting his blood-filled dick out.

These were the first words she heard from him - and infantile hope, wagging its tail, swam away into oblivion.

The driver fucked her roughly, pushing her genital organ into Catherine's throat, and she choked, and gasped, and with difficulty resisted the gagging urge. Her knees hurt mercilessly because of the pebbles that were digging into them.

“So to you, gangster offspring,” the driver growled, drumming Catherine into her mouth.

She was almost happy when, roaring, he had finished, pouring a new portion of semen into her mouth.

“And now I want to piss,” smiled Karim, turning Catherine, who did not have time to come to her senses, to herself. “And if you don't want to dirty your beautiful clothes, then you have to drink everything, creature.”

With these words, he sent his penis in the face of Catherine, and she barely managed to catch her lips a powerful yellow jet. She hurriedly swallowed Karim's urine, but did not have time, and the unpleasant-smelling drops sprayed her face, numbed by the collar ... Finally, it was all over, and Catherine sank weakly with her palms on the sand.

“Let's go to the car,” Karim told her. - If you think that this is all, then you are seriously mistaken!

Catherine did not think that was all. She understood that her April hell had just begun.