Thoughts about the voluntary slavery of Angela did not go out of my head. By phone I tried to find out the circumstances of the imprisonment. The big girl's answers left even more questions. Angela was embarrassed and made a joke. But gradually the picture cleared up. All day she walks with the lock, who is sitting in the clitoris, the lock also opens the spring, which tightens the vagina like a zipper on a bag. Multiple piercing in the outer lips is similar to the holes in the shoes, does not cause discomfort or side effects. Angela's boss removes the shackles only for the night. Slave is allowed to fuck on the side during the day, it is even welcome. But contacts can only be in the ass and mouth, so that Saba - as Angela called her role in a relationship - did not accidentally experience pleasure or fly. Thus, the Slave expresses devotion and love for the Master.

- Do you like such a relationship? - I asked at the end of the telephone conversation.

“Yes,” she answered without thinking.

“I see,” I paused. - Let's go to the cinema?

She began to whisper something, the pipe snorted nastyly, Angela changed her position for a long time before answering:

- I can not go on dates. Sorry, - she sighed.

- Then ... come to visit me, - three days have passed since the Sunday meeting, and again I was eager to quickly stick a member into a sweet bun.

- And on a visit too.

My jaw dropped in surprise.

- And last time then what was?

- Sale.

- Selling? Having sex can only be done at the time of sale? - from the new details the head was spinning.

- Yes. If the buyer wants.

- That's how it means. Customer.

“I am just a buyer for her,” I tensed.

- Yes ... - she seems confused no less than mine. - Do not be offended, please. I really liked with you. You are beautiful, smart ...

- And you have a lot of buyers? - I irritated interrupted her.

She was embarrassed before answering:

- This is a commercial secret - and was silent.

“I see,” I thought that Angela might have dozens of such unfortunate buyers, like me, who fuck her in the ass and mouth from paycheck to paycheck for a pack of shit with the lively name “Virex”.

“You know what it's called?” - I could not resist.

“I know what you were thinking.” But this is just a game, do not take it to heart, - Angela seems offended. Her voice rose to an octave, thinner. - You can think whatever you want, call me a whore, slut subs. The essence of this will not change. My heart belongs to one person, not to you, - now she firmly minted the words, as if revenging me. “And my boyfriend wants me to act like that.” Maybe I even want it myself. I dont know. Maybe tomorrow everything will change, and we will find another entertainment. In the meantime, for someone, I will be a whore, but for someone, I’m the only one in the world.

- Angela, I'm sorry, please. I did not want to offend you, come on ... - but I did not have time to finish it, she threw the phone. I think she burst into tears, the last words were uttered incredibly high.

So I realized that I had touched on a sore subject, and to myself, I decided never to raise it again.

“Let them play their games as they like,” I thought. “Their rules — they set them, and they will cancel them if they want.”

But Angela's ass didn't get out of my head. Round, lush, two huge watermelons - juicy, ringing, becoming tender and docile, you just warm them up, knead them. The breasts are as heavy as bulging like half-legs.Gentle trained mouth, beautiful elastic anus. I have never had girls like Angela. There were only two of them at all before Angela, and both were not so much in my taste. It just happened. You choose, but they choose you. With Angela, for the first time I took in the store what I wanted, and not what I had enough money and conscience for.

Money. The circle is closed. Angela offered sex in exchange for money, only in the form of a game. Two boxes of Wirex, like an eyesore, loomed in the corner of the section.

Vitamins for a hundred bucks, I thought sadly, looking at the colorful packaging.

However, the extreme right package, like a trophy, reminded me of the smartest ass, upturned in my chair, the ass, which I fucked kingly no earlier than Sunday.

I smiled, again experiencing excitement, experiencing every second of Sunday anal sex. For myself, I was already weighing sex with Angela against another box of crap.

“If Angela were a prostitute and her services were worth 50 bucks, would I agree to have sex with her?” - this question gradually broke me, pushing me to establish commodity-money relations with a big girl.

I decided to fuck with Angela on Sundays. In order not to spend more than two hundred a month. So I hoped to get rid of dependence on her. In addition, the week of abstinence charged me with two or three shots, which I hoped to use with advantage during our meetings.

The next time I asked Angela to come in a skirt and stockings, and my request was willingly granted. I do not know who was more happy about the continuation of the banquet, I or she.

“I thought you were everything,” Angela gently kisses me for a hickey.

I just closed the door behind her tightly, and her experienced hand is already sliding along the bulging fly, looking for a runner.

We immediately get down to business. The commodity is money, the money is commodity. Angela hides the coin, hands the next pack of Wyrex and goes down to the lower deck. I sit back on the couch, lounging my eggs and legs. While she is doing a blowjob, I pull up a fleece skirt, studying the gorgeous pale ass, puffy legs in stockings with lace bands. I expand milking sideways, feel the spring under white strings. Suddenly an interesting thought comes:

- Sit on my face.

Angela hesitates, wipes her mouth with the sleeve of her blouse, looks at me, puzzled. Again this strange fucking smile. Finally, carefully, so as not to fall, he throws his leg over me and slowly lowers his booty onto his face. Skirt dome covers the impending disgrace.

Zhopina Kim Kardashian crush me to hell! I will suffocate, surrender, the lifeless body of a lonely young man will end in death agony!

And it will be a pleasant death!

As a cracker who has a hard job ahead of me, I’m alone with Angela and her safe. I shift the thong, a little light.

Monstrous spectacle! A glaring injustice. Beautiful plump vagina, glossy, without a single hair, tightly sewn with iron rings - you can’t even insert a finger in there, not like ...

Angela meanwhile impassively sucking dick. Its movements are precise and measured, like the oscillations of a pendulum. She could just as well pedal, knock out a carpet. Only now she knocks an orgasm out of me, offering to cum in her mouth.

Through the rings I grope a tongue in the tightly folded skin folds. Angela shudders, freezes when my tongue penetrates deeper. Her ass trembles like a horse. My nose, lips squeezed into the spring. With gentle stroking, I invite the mare to calm down and continue the rodeo.

After a minute of nervous shock, Angela pounces on the penis with a new force, like a hungry lioness on a piece of fresh meat after a month of starvation. There is no doubt that she enjoys. I felt the fold of the clitoris under the spring, where the lock slightly pulls the tubercle out. Such groans and sobs I hear for the first time. They scare and fascinate at the same time. No more pendulum, no milkmaid and commodity-money relations. Angela jerks in endless micro-orgasms, I clutched at my big hips with both hands.As a tick, it stuck to brackish flesh under a spring. The big girl wants to escape, run away, groans, continuing to swallow the penis to the end, choking them, convincing herself that there is no disgrace under the skirt dome, no micro-frictions with the tongue, no stimulation of the clitoris through the thorns.

I sing a love song, singing in thorns. The nightingale is a songbird. I bring out the notes with the tip of the tongue, stringing a big girl on a small melting rod. This is a small step for a novice distributor and a huge leap for a mature distributor. I do not remember who said it, but it sounds beautiful.

As well as the moans of Angela. She is charming in wanting to stop again and again. It seems that no one ever caressed her vagina with her tongue. An unbroken mare leaps like a silver carp in a skillet, burning to return to the fierce fire of passion, burn yourself again, wheel out, lay flat on my chest. Her breasts - two huge soft balls - rub against me with long-hardened nipples, fluffy tail of hair fell into the groin, tickling eggs, thighs. Angela bites her nails into the scrotum, squeezing the eggs one by one, pulling them down, her mouth long ago turned into an imitation of a tight vagina. She herself wants it so: I fucked her in the mouth, jerking under her. I rise on the heels, smoothly working the hips. But she wants to go deeper - she dives to the end, and I don’t keep up with her. Out of sync, temporary. I catch her rhythm, now the member flies at the same time as diving, she chokes, choking in saliva, but continues to dive. How much passion there is in her. I do not believe that she has a boyfriend, I do not believe, the Boss, whom she madly loves, is something different here, completely different. A girl who dives with such altruism cannot choke on other people's feelings.

Especially stranger sperm, to swallow it greedily, not losing a drop, continuing to crawl Kardashian ass on my face, now no longer caring that I can choke, die under it, howling at the full moon. All that excites her, is a gentle passionate kiss through the thorny twigs of blackthorn.

When it was all over ... Everything had just begun. Angela left in silence, in complete prostration. She thoughtfully twisted the skirt for about three minutes in search of the front and backside.

Before the door she turned:

- Never do that again! - irritation, fear and something new, similar to gratitude and curiosity appeared in her manners and speech.

- How?

She looked at me strangely. For the first time seriously, evaluating. Without any fucking hints.

Big girl got a big life lesson.