Zlata lived in my house until she felt better. I did not want to keep her, I wanted her to throw off the slave shackles, and I almost succeeded. In the early days, she jumped on me with enviable regularity. At bedtime, on Saturday morning.

“It itches,” she whined, losing control, and actually raped me, pushing a weak member into her red hot vagina with her fingers. I waited for her to fold. Each time the intensity of the attacks weakened. Finally, our contacts became sluggish in nature, and I took up the re-education of the Armenian.

“You don’t have to sleep with me,” I began from afar. - If you want, find yourself a guy. Having sex for love is much nicer.

At that time I did not know about the effect of the drug on Slave, I did not know about the unusual properties of the Keymaster's Ring. The theory I adhered to was based on fear and psychological treatment similar to hypnosis.

- Well, - Zlata puzzled, thinking for a minute.

I had already begun to dream how she would find a loved one and get married, how suddenly she stunned me with the following question:

- So, I don’t take money from him?

- What do you think?

She thought about it, and I was shocked by what she had thought about such a simple question for so long.

“I think it is better to take it,” an Armenian finally said, quite seriously. On her face froze the mercantile expression of the girl accountant.

- And why do you need money? What are you going to do with them? - I asked, holding my breath. The chain of reasoning Zlata seemed more than curious.

- Well, how ... - she was embarrassed, like a child, feeling that she answered wrong. - You need something to eat.

- Ha! Thank you, of course, only I will take care of myself - I tried to be kind, not to laugh too loudly so as not to offend the dark-haired beauty.

She again thought, digesting the conditions of the new task.

“And this guy,” she looked at me uncertainly, looking for support. - Should he be one or more?

Now it was my turn to hang in prostration.

- Why a few? - I swallowed at last. I wanted to find out as much as possible to understand its logic.

“Well,” she faltered again, embarrassed. - To earn more.

I laughed.

“But you don’t need to make money.” You can get a sales assistant in the salon of perfume or women's jewelry.

This caused even more panic in her. Tasks fell like a horn of plenty, she did not know how to approach them.

But the very next day, Zlata got into the interior of the lamps and started a romance with the manager there. Although it can hardly be called a novel, she simply gave herself to the boss at work and at his house, returning to me every time to report, scratch a causal place, but then I still did not understand the relationship of the Key with Slave as it really is. .

***

Work in the office is not much different from the usual office idleness. In fact, we were selling “Virex”, in fact, the girls thrashed the loot day and night, harnessed to any sex adventures in Stakhanov, donating revenue every three days - exactly the recovery took place, the recovery period between small doses of the drug.

Müller was involved in sales, Khomich was the leader of the business, the sorcerer Posner, the spiritual inspirer, the enterprise’s conscience and morality, inspired peace, Ryzhenkov’s horseman was in charge of security, plus he was pushing new heifers, preliminarily spreading them.There were two more Klyuchnik, but about them a bit later.

I, as the youngest, was identified as an apprentice to Muller. Four slaves that belonged to me — Yulya, Katya, Lena, and Olya — stood in the subway crossings, handing out telephones, negotiating the transfer of goods in an informal setting in a safe house. Their hints did not leave indifferent the male population drifting through the catacombs of the city. Service for the service - sex for the purchase - beauties were placed on the intima-dependence of all on young and old. Students, professors, married women and staunch bachelors, hard workers and hard workers, rockers and punks - all were burned with curiosity, what effect Virex will have on potency.

“Vitamins for stimulation,” Muller was jabbering with slaves, giving them goods for sale.

Virex worked as a weakened form of Viagra. The product did contain vitamins, but also a substance that causes a strong desire to fuck. Not an erection, namely, desire, as from the strongest aphrodisiac.

Once I tried a tablet, experienced a full range of the brightest emotions. The motor slowly gained momentum, the heat spread through the body, the energy cocked for work flooded the muscles as if from vigorous coffee, as if I ate a kilo of chocolate or a jar of honey at once, everything in my body accepted the optimal intention to at least play sports. It is clear how. At the same time, I did not have an uncontrollable erection, but the desire to play pranks overshadowed all the others. The hand itself found the phone in its pocket, the fingers groped for the big girl to the list, labeled Casta.

- Can you come now? - in a hoarse voice, I immediately got down to business. At the thought of Angela's ass and my cock jerking in the tight anus of a big babe, everything inside trembled like on an airplane before takeoff.

- And what happened? - She frightened nozzles in the tube, apparently fearing possible trouble.

- Nothing happened. I just tried some vitamins here, - I was cheating like a cat from Prostokvashino.

- Aaaa, - Angela giggled. - I will now. Wait.

I don’t remember cases when the Ambulance came to the call faster than the jet horse with the angel name squeezed in all places arrived.

She knew that it was impossible to tease a leopard who was starving to death. I sent the big girl to the bathroom for a wash and then ate her juicy sphincter funnel for at least half an hour. We added a long sugar candy that was lying in her purse, and soon Angela's anus became as sweet and crispy as the frosting on the cakes. She liked anal caress language, tightly darned vagina leaves no choice.

Girls quickly adapt to slave comfort, learn to get high from anal sex. Kachok Ryzhenkov once boasted that his players learned to finish "through the ass." He had in mind, of course, anal stimulation and, of course, group gatherings in a sauna with one darned slave, which you want or do not want, but you have to open up and finish “through the ass.” When you are fucked by the whole herd, there are no other options. Because half-drunk bumps do not know mercy. Once I was present during anal orgasm, carried out in one of the Minsk saunas. It was scary to look at the girl, she was falling from her feet, but continued to smile and work. Hands, mouth, head, relentless oscillatory, rotational-progressive, long-non-selective, chaotic, but in general, rapidly-purposeful movements with one meaning - to cause an orgasm. She finished, fingers fucked with bent hook, hooked inside to the side of the vagina. Ryzhenkov guessed to put the ring on his finger and stimulate her clitoris through a thin wall separating the anus and vulva. The sex labor burner burnt at work was wrapped in a huge terry towel and placed on the bench. Nobody cared about her. It is not interesting to engage in a cooling concubine, especially when there was a queue behind the door wishing to get an orgasm from contact with Klyuchnik.

My contact with Angela remained one-sided. Muller completely refused to change Angela, even for the four slaves that I had.

- No offense, Dmitry. But for all the mistakes in life you have to pay, he said dryly.

17 moments meant, of course, Zlata, which I released in the heat of hotness. Offering Zlata back lacked conscience. The girl lived her life, was in good standing with the authorities, she made new girlfriends who are not connected with Virex. The only thing,...