Outside, rain and overcast skies, the third day from a bucket. For Peter, this is normal, but for me, it is not desirable. On such days, I eat tangerines. I do not know, it just helps. You look at the black clouds and put a slice of citrus in your mouth. This sweet since childhood taste, this magical, wondrous taste. And magic happens, suddenly you start to see all the beauty of angry heavens ...

Thought floridly embraced reality, the recent lust turned into a tangerine sweetness, and the rain and wind outside the window turned into mudflow, from blows of conscience, chimeric lies and pulsating pain, all of which was generously flavored with shame. My thoughts were building blocks of ice and stone, and with a fake smile I was finishing off the orange charm. There is truth, it is deeper than life experience. This is the truth of the order where reason is powerless. We are defenseless against her squint, and the knowledge of it, like the knowledge of love, is achieved at such a high price that no one wants to pay sincerely, of free will.

Two months ago, in that limo, a lot has changed for me. I became more sensual, yielding emotions. The dark side of my nature has become deeper. Love for a spouse was vital to me, becoming almost tangible, viscous. There was stiffness, which, coupled with a pretty girlish naivety, resulted in heavy streams of desire. Larisa fulfilled her promise and took Igor to work. Position he received a nominal, and to hell, today the majority lives it, nominally. Salary is not at all average and everyone is happy. Sometimes it happened that I unwittingly met Vadim Nikolayevich, scrolled through all the past and naturally got excited. What do the poor girl do ?! I went to my husband. In the locked office, with her legs apart, she moaned softly while he caressed me with his tongue. In general, on the fronts and on the front everything was going well. There were some shadows about Larisa, the fact is that Vadim Nikolayevich went on a business trip, but despite this, as I mentioned, my husband was hired, and I also received a prize called “Laksheri”. When Larisa called, she asked if I was happy with everything, which further emphasized my guesses. She had some leverage of influence that I did not understand at the holding office.

- Hello Kristinochka! - Larisa entered the office.

- Well, how are you? How Igorek? Is everyone happy? - You know, it happens that you look at a person and you cannot understand, catch his emotion. This was the case. Larissa's eyes were smiling kindly, but her lips were stretched into a smile, a smirk.

- Thank you Larisa Konstantinovna, everything is fine.

- So that's great! - She really raised her eyebrows and asked.

- Kristin, what do you think I have to thank you for? - I blinked a little.

- In what sense?

- Yes, without meaning, I want your gratitude!

- Larisa Konstantinovna, what do you want? Of money? - She is not age laughed loudly.

“My child, well, how much money, save the Lord.” Where did you get the money. - smiled.

- Well, then what? - I asked.

- Nothing special, you will spend some time with my dog, I ordered or politely asked, as you wish. Did you perform? Do you understand?

- So what to do?

- Your body is young, beautiful. A pretty face, almost childish. A threshold of permissiveness is high.

- I got it?

- Not! I'm not going to crush you boobs! Not! - With anger, I blurted out.

- Not? How not? And a photo where you sit on a member and two others nadrachivat? Forgot? And Igor, your side and with the loot? What? Not? You will not?! - I lowered my head.

- Listen, just remember, for me you will be a dog! Slave! For me! For everyone else, you are also a gorgeous and almost virgin Christine! You will be diligent, I will raise you and I will not forget your dear! - Larisa flushed.

- Why do you need this? - I mumbled.

- What for? Do you know what drives people? Not alcoholics or tram drivers, but those who are building their lives in harmony with their influx and inner dogmas ?! Those who are not afraid to go over the edge? Power! Power! and once again power !!! As well as sex, as an integral part of human nature. You are a beautiful girl and I want to use you, play. But of course you have the right to refuse! - Larisa laughed, lit a cigarette, released a trickle of smoke and continued.

- Yes, come on, give up and all to hera! And husband and work! You know, I do not recommend to argue with me, and even more so for you it is dangerous to not be grateful to me.

I closed my eyes for a moment. Presented the consequences of failure. The prospect is unpleasant, besides, everything will be revealed, you will not wash yourself. Well, come what may! In addition, the thought of further "use," agitated.

It is probably worth describing Larisa in more detail. At 42, she looked like nothing. Blonde, shade "Chardonnay", collected hair on the back of her head, in a strict tail, which gave her an imperious shade. At the events, on the contrary, she let her hair down, becoming graceful and graceful. When she closed her brown eyes, wrinkles appeared on the sides, giving that special charm to a lady with life experience. A moderate and even miserly smile barely exposes her snow-white teeth. Wore more often in shirts with long sleeves, the first two or three buttons (a bust of 3 sizes) were always unbuttoned or a blouse with a tie over a narrowed jacket. Skirt just above the knees. Larissa was especially attentive to shoes, exclusively brand, medium or high stud.

- Well, I agree that I need to? - I looked into her eyes.

- So far, nothing special, continue to live as before!

- Well, well, thanks Larisa Konstantinovna. - I breathed a sigh of relief, it became easy, but somehow empty. Feelings were not clear, as if jumping with a parachute and it would be desirable and scary. Do not jump - prudently, jump - and what's the point? Complicated.

- Only panties you no longer need. - Said Larissa, smiling.

- Do not wear at all? And at home? (go on living like this, funny).

- If only I tell you to wear, understand?

- Understood, I will not wear.

- And further. - Said Larissa.

- For you, I am "Mrs.", naturally alone or with someone introduced to the course ...

- Good. - I lowered my eyes.

- What well?!

- Yes, my lady, I understood you ...

It was all strange and a little sticky. Cautiously, but pleasantly. I felt like a stupid girl, I wanted to be offended and cry, it was agitated.

- So you sit, take off your pants!

Larisa closed the door on the latch. I obediently got up, lifted the edge of the sundress and picked up panties-panties, lowered to the knees. A wave of excitement passed through the body. My head was noisy. I looked at Larisa, she was smiling fleshly, nodded her head. Panties fell to the floor.

- Spread your legs.

- Yes Milady. - My voice trembled.

Sitting on a leather chair, spread her legs. As always shaved carefully, only an elegant striped on the pubis. I flowed, the vagina sponges swelled, invitingly opening. Probably, now I am ready to do anything, just to have me ...

- Flowed. - Larisa was pretty smiling.

- Take off your sundress and come to me. - Her voice was soft, but very confident. Having taken off her clothes, she came up.

- Stand on your knees. - Larisa lifted her skirt.

- Take off my panties and give me. - Performed.

Larisa looked down at me, it was exciting. She spread her legs, gorgeous legs, cream-colored shoes with high heels left on her. Lowering her hand, she began to caress herself, looking into my eyes.

- Lick!

- Yes, Mistress. - I clung to her vagina, kissed, began to caress the clitoris language. Suck sponge, run the tongue deeper.

- Deeper, deeper language, try the same girl.

As best I could, I shoved my tongue in my vagina and began to play it hard. The excitement with wild power beat in me, demanding a way out. Larisa, throwing back her head, moaned. After another couple of minutes, Larisa began to cum, pressing my head with her hands, groaned loudly and went limp. Recovering, uttered.

- Get dressed.

- Madam, what about me?

- And you in any way, you only ...