I am standing in the middle of a large hall, something like a school assembly, but without chairs. I have a long white T-shirt with a deep neckline and some uncomfortable high-heeled shoes. In a moment, the thought burns that there is no bottom. Well, you understand, not at all. Oh oh! With all my strength I try to pull the t-shirt lower, which is why my chest immediately falls out. God, where is the skirt!

- Hey, you! - from somewhere behind you hear a nasty nasal voice, like baryg in our market. A strange feeling, but I have no doubt that they appeal to me.

I do not have time to turn around, as someone's arrogant fingers penetrate under my hem - God, I'm completely naked there - unceremoniously feel the so-called charms. Of course, you need to fight back boor, but for some reason my movements are paralyzed, my fingers catch the air. Another moment, and the two fingers of the boor are already inside of me, and the third one is starting to put pressure on the ass. It becomes terribly embarrassing, and cheeks are burning more and more. I perceive myself as if from the side: bare legs, playfully shaved pussy, hem somewhere on the belt. I feel a swarm inside me, but the hairy paw itself is nowhere to be seen.

Now another hand appears out of nowhere, grabs the hair - roughly, right at the base - and pulls it down. I understand that now it will be necessary to suck. With knees, deep, fast. An unfriendly cold floor — oh, if only to put a cushion — inside, unwelcome fingers run, it seems to reach to the womb itself. I imagine myself a doll strung on a giant's finger, like a stake. Now he will raise his hand in a triumphant gesture, so that viewers admire his prey.

I begin to feel my left hand, but somehow weakly, as if awake. Oh yeah, I have to suck. I try to grope a member, for which I immediately get on the cheek and feel a finger in the pope. It hurts, humiliating and very embarrassing. There is silence around, but I feel that many eyes follow me. I put my hands behind my head, like a punished high-school girl, and immediately I feel tacit approval. Now I am completely defenseless, I cannot even hide behind. Something thick is pressing into her mouth. It smells bad, but I don’t even attend to the idea of ​​resisting. I accept it, I try to swallow it as deeply as possible, to the ground. Does my fate really depend on it? Contrary to the habit, it is not necessary to suck, because the hand holding the hair begins to violently move my head, then completely removing it, removing it, then putting on the trachea. I ruthlessly fucked in the mouth, not even thinking about how to give a breath. Movement suddenly stops at the very moment when I am stretched to the throat. Hellish silence is spreading around, intolerably I want to swallow, but I can not. The torturer's hand also presses the back of the head with bestial force, pressing my nose into something hard. What is it, why is it solid? In the eyes of the dark, I can not breathe, with horror I realize that now I will lose consciousness. Just do not remove your hands because of the head!

Another change of the picture, and a very viscous, oil-like liquid begins to lash down my throat. A lot, under pressure, not that of men. I try to relax so that she herself burst into my throat. There are so many liquids that I can’t cope and spill. For this, something terrible awaits me ... Suddenly, the picture disappears, and I realize that I am lying in bed, greedily gasping for air.

I woke up all wet, nightgown wrapped around the neck, as if I was trying to hide her face in it. Weird dream. Why would it?