The morning was late. We slept for a long time. Even in bed, were the conversations between the spouses in the plane of what to do, and if Ashot or Arsenu needed to make a girl out of a seal? Yes, and that the most prudent will not resist.

- But I'm fat. This is not sexy.

- You have an ass like a woman. Just to teach you to be desirable and sexual, then you will already be entertaining. Yes, and cool in you that as a childish shy. And you flirt with this as a girl, which is so interesting. If you keep such childlike spontaneity, then you will become a popular girl in our team.

BEGINNING-IN-VILLAGE-MORNING! - paralyzing thought. But in the seal of this paralysis-will demonstrative strut. Already fuck-smoke. EXCITING: here is a conversation with his wife. For the first time like this with a whore discuss the topic. Oh, and a whore is my wife (!!!) But there is no time to develop thoughts either. Slept because before lunch, and the car was filed.

Absolutely in a businesslike manner the young and arrogant nephew of Ashot burst into the apartment. He works for Ashot system administrator. He made both spouses pose for him in everything. And he himself defiantly fotkal both at their home. Zina knew that at the same time he imperceptibly and corrected all possible cameras in their apartment.

How did the spouses manage to slip completely naked from the apartment to the car? All this was captured on the camera by a greyhound thoroughbred. And deliberately slowly. He clearly liked power. He was clearly enjoying how, with over excitement, hastily and with fright, the spouses at his command froze in poses.

To Zina herself, this all seemed to be also: clearly extreme, but! And what can we say for the seal? Sasha gave out such a bouquet of emotions from all that is happening! Apparently the conversation with his wife in the morning that he supposedly looked like a “plump inquisitive whore” gave him the strength to cope with his resistance and excitement.

The nephew of the chief at the entrance, turning to the seal with pathos. Feeling Zina's hips and buttocks, he stated:

- Do you remember, Zinka-whore, when exactly a year ago I personally brought you home and forced you to undress on the landing on the landing here. And he ordered you to call home naked.

- Yes, you then carried out the order of Ashot - to make sure that I was really naked, I went to my house, to my husband. And the next morning I said that I had the door with my key, since my husband was not at home. Yes, it was business!

Just the neighbor's door was not closed. And I pretended to go to my home. And by the way this day Damirchik-neighbor for the first time and saw me naked. Yes, and fucked. I was concerned then that my husband, Sasha, was completely unprepared for such a SHOCK. That was born spontaneously, right on-the-go thought - with a neighbor. With a neighbor is easier than with her husband.

- Yes, but you never told us that you then had a fucker outside our hotel ...

The dialogue could continue, well, if not for the piquancy of the situation - this is the possibility of losing reputation. Well, if at least someone could accidentally find them in the stairwell ...

Yes, and for my husband, and these scraps of memories, like so openly discussed now, were a continuous endless madness! Lord ... It all so suddenly fell on him. And the avalanche of new and new messages has torn his brain to shreds ...

In the car there were life-saving clothes for both Zina and Sasha. All the same costume that the seal so liked yesterday. And the chef's nephew himself drove the spouses to work and admitted that he was just stunned by Arsen’s whim that would take you two family whores from the apartment naked.

- It’s one thing in the dead of night whore lead to the porches and send naked to a neighbor ... And another thing in the afternoon. And for what? For the sake of a photo essay? This excessive risk can harm the business.

Yes, Arsen yesterday managed to greatly increase his credibility with his friends - His whore is ready for anything for his pleasure. Yes, and a spontaneously organized SHOW with a theater of shadows - in general it was shocking for Arsen's friends. Here and on the courage Arsen, and this risk "on the same wavelength" now also performs.

- Right Zinka say! Arsen didn’t like this kind of Arsen so much, but apparently, in order not to offend the companion, he didn’t prohibit him to carry out this crazy order.

“Lano, we drove by, which is already here to discuss, it remains only to pray that no one saw us naked near our entrance and your car ...”

Seals were sent to the 7th floor in a cafe. Ashot was very busy. Yeah! Indeed, in all the transformer is a room. And yesterday it was as comfortable as in a mini-theater. And today, when the room took its standard look - a large cafe with a dance floor.

Nephew Ashot soon came here with Arsen. So together with Seal and some coffee they drank.

- You, seal-chick, come on, do not get lost in your thoughts about your wife, whore. And then you will remain at the level - GORN-BURNING, and you will get mad from such thoughts.

- What is upset here? It's a shame that I didn’t even know that my wife is a whore ... You don’t even know how I suffered for many years to find in myself I dared and somehow declare Zinka — I want to see you on another man’s dick ... But how to say such a thing in all faithful to his wife? But it turns out - the opposite is true! While I dreamed about it - she already has so much, and without me (!!!) it took place ...

- Want to know the details?

- And then ... of course ...

- Well, like sys. admin I have a lot of video on your wife, but there are statistics on accounting. After all, customers paid for hotel services with regard to various services. Additional salary Zinki percentage of fuck-with-clients. In accounting: it is a line in the customer’s account.

- And you will show me the video of the hotel customers, how did you fuck my wife?

- Not. While I will not show you this video. There will be Ashot's order - I will show what the boss will allow. Yes, you do not worry about my refusal. I'm at work. Nothing personal...

Further, Arsen received the idea: I, on the contrary, recommend you to start a magazine: “FUCK my wife” and then Ashot can see your loyalty to his hotel business. For him, such whores as your wife, well, just an article of earnings. And here you are either his partner or the enemy. Well, since your wife is not going to change her earnings and lifestyle, then you will learn to enjoy new sexual prospects for you.

- And what does the magazine "Fuck my wife"?

- Well, do not start a magazine ... I do not impose. It's just that if you constantly prove to Ashot that you are happy, because once again you saw how and who let the sperm into your wife, then he will trust you with something worthwhile as necessary and sensible to his employee. Everything. Sit bye here, here is the magazine. Write - do not write ... Choose yourself ... Not until you, seal. A lot of work...

REFLECTIONS:

- And what is right now somewhere near my wife is just doing a bare cleaning while the peasants are doing, or are my wife being fucked right now?

- Now there are a lot of orders for Zinka after yesterday's theater. I have not forgotten: Theater-eb - right here in this cafe ... yesterday ...

You ask! Good lord But right here! And my wife ... here ...

- And today prices for Zinka jumped higher?

- Well, yes ... Dear today for your pussy stavochki.

- So not cleaning my beloved wife now ... apparently the cunt is more expensive ... Yes ... really ..

- And here I am like in the theater - I sit and write coffee ... Oh, I drink coffee and I write memories ...

Yes, a good lesson: 1st and 2nd - athletes on the stage - yes, right here, yesterday. How far have I seen it? Why, from here and there ... Yesterday there was a sofa on the stage.That's it on this couch. Now the sofa is already here. Interestingly, and the sperm from the side of this sofa - washed away? I'll check it out ...

Wah-ya ... I spend my hand on the cushion of the sofa ... And with the rustling of the arm-on-the-sofa - and the music has played in my ears again. That most perky melody under which the hotel whores and my wife fucked here. Fucked by the audience. Fuck on stage! Spectacle!

And the interview with me, like my husband, that whore on the stage ...