Our strange connection has lasted for more than a year. At 44, she was gorgeous - moderately cruel, moderately sweet. I involuntarily copied her elegant gestures, the ability to position and enchant. Sometimes it seemed to me that those around me noticed the true nature of our relationship, at such moments I became uncertain, the fear of exposure completely took hold of me, but there was something else - the beauty of immorality on the edge of the abyss. She skillfully smoothed over such things, and afterwards, alone was merciless ... Yes, Larisa had a lot to learn and I learned ...

Contracts were entered into and terminated, additional agreements were required, Larisa was unofficially engaged in all this, and I became the official visiting face of the holding, of course she did. Thus, everything turned out what is called “herringbone”, at least as much as it was possible. On trips, I completely belonged to her and put up with it. Everything was not so scary, as I saw at first - if you traveled in a compartment - a car, I had to be naked. Cunnilingus and footfetish - the two main passions of Larissa, have become the norm. If you set off on a car, it was often her desire — just moving off the road, forcing me to walk 1-2 kilometers on a leash near the car, while she was driving behind the wheel ... A couple of times we met someone along the way, and I confusedly lowered her eyes, allowing me to look at myself ... Needless to say that she was wearing panties, now I didn’t wear at all, but I was used to cork in the pope, “just like that,” ... There was nothing particularly hard, except for a couple of cases. May the reader forgive me, this will be discussed later.

The car of Larisa cut through the fresh air of Scandinavia, rushing along the road A - 181, direction - Vyborg. Towards the next contract, to meet "non-sequential" events ...

- How are you with your husband? Larisa asked, gracefully shaking off cigarette ash in a slightly open window. I do not know why, but I always liked how the wind picks up and carries away the decayed tobacco ..

- Thank you, everything is fine, it works for itself. I replied to her, looking at the oncoming cars.

- Do not guess about anything? Doesn't ask questions? She smiled.

- No, on the contrary, some very obedient became. I laughed, adding -

- Often I ask him about obscenities ... Larissa laughed in response.

- Christina, and you did not think up to introduce him into the course of our, hmm ... relations? Larisa looked at me inquiringly. I must say, we have already discussed this topic and admit it made me very excited, but ... something hindered. Along with excitement, anger appeared on Larisa, she offered to use a man belonging to me! It angered and excited ... Which of these feelings will prevail, I have not yet known ...

- Excuse me, madam, but for now it’s not worth it ... For the year of my submission to Larisa, we have improved “understanding” and the conversations proceeded in one format or another depending on the situation. I could call Larisa both on “you” and on “you”. For someone else, the same - Larisa Konstantinovna. Alone - Larissa, but more often - Mrs. and on "you." Sometimes we were mistaken for a mother with a daughter, let me remind you - I was 22nd year old, while Larisa was 44th.

- As you say, my dear ...

The rest of the way, we talked about waiting cases, about men, about sex ... It was necessary to conclude a contract at par in an exceptional manner, and this meant that everything was not just like that. Maybe I will have to try, it all depended on the decision of Larissa. In general, my attitude to life, to business, has changed. Business merged with personal life, pleasures intertwined with responsibilities. Passion for depraved and love for her husband complemented each other. These two "complementarities" were transformed into the strongest waterfalls of energy, against the background of sensual mountain peaks ...Such thoughts sometimes made me smile, but you can't help it - I'm still not a bad loot for this! What?! Isn't it a miracle ?! The husband was getting better and better, one thing - what if he finds out? And having learned, suddenly he will like it? What then to do with it? These questions drove me crazy ... Sometimes we discussed certain oddities in people's lives without coming to a common opinion. Once lying in the matrimonial bed, I decided to put him "Fifty shades of gray" ... We watched, washing down with wine. At the end of the film, I asked about the impression of the film and received an answer, “actors are rubbish, shit-play and in general, do not fucking copy the capital Shakespeare's letters”. But nevertheless, after watching Igor attatabanil me in the ass ... And that means - the effect of Hollywood plutocrats ...

Parked a car at the entrance of the hotel "Northern Crown", went inside. Having registered at the reception at the watchman))), we went up to the room. We were met by a huge bed, thick curtains in the style of classicism, and the number in a clear eclectic, I was amazed. The fact is that, in contrast to the strict canons of classicism, eclecticism offered a certain freedom to form the surrounding space, a free choice of various objects and details. Therefore, followers of the eclectic style were immediately accused of bad taste and lack of individuality. However, despite the criticism, eclecticism in the interior and design has fully proved its worth and the right to exist. And nowadays eclectic style attracts many people with its non-standard solutions and obvious beauty. The sophistication and courage of the design amazed ...

- Yes, for such money, such luxury and soooo taste, neduurno. Streamed out, looking at me Larissa. I agreed nod.

- Undress dear, I'm in the shower. She threw, shutting the bathroom door.

After removing the dress, I was left completely naked. From the thoughts of the nipples somewhat hardened, defiantly looking up. Having collected her hair in a bun on the back of her head, she looked at herself in a huge mirror in a bronze frame. A beautiful girl with dimples on her cheeks, plump lips and blue-blue, big eyes looked at me. Sitting in a maroon chair with leather armrests, lit a cigarette. But making a couple of zatyag, extinguished on a graceful ashtray on bone-inlaid, oak coffee table. Larisa came out of the bathroom, wiping her hair as she went. Her chest swayed in time with her steps, her tanned and still wet skin giving away the refraction of the rays of the midday sun with silver. Lush buttocks smoothly into slender hips, and then into graceful calves. Age certainly affected Larissa, but in a plus or a minus ... It was worth arguing ...

- Ready? She said.

- Yes Milady...

Larisa sat in the second chair opposite and lit a cigarette.

“Get on your knees, girl ... I got on my knees, waiting for the next order.”

Larissa spread her legs, exposing a smoothly shaved vulva, while looking into my eyes.

- Pour the wine. She nodded at the uncorked bottle of wine and the glass on the table. I went on my knees and pouring the wine, gave it to her. Having taken a glass, Larisa nodded to her feet.

- Kiss ..

I sank down, kissing her feet, well-groomed fingers, rising up and down again, running my tongue along the calves. Larisa was pretty smiling. Having refilled her wine, she lit a cigarette and stood up.

- Lie on your back and open your mouth, girl ... I obeyed. Lying on her back, she opened her mouth, looking at Larisa. Instinctively, I pressed my chest with my hands, as if closing my legs, but I wanted to move my legs apart.

- Open your mouth wider, honey ... She smiled. I performed.

The fingers of her legs were in my mouth, involuntarily I touched them with my tongue. My view crawled up the lady's leg, past the relief thigh, rested on the lower part of the buttocks, and the beautiful vulva ... The left side of Larisa's face was accessible to me and I saw languor and some kind of evil warmth ... Her hand curved gracefully, and the wine poured from the glass down the thigh. Most of the liquid flowed into my mouth, a part spread over my face ...

- Ssuka drink ... Mrs. whispered, plunging my foot into my mouth as much as possible ...I noticed a small trickle sprinkling between her legs, her liquid mixed with wine, a fresh portion of my face flooded me ...

The feelings and emotions of a bunch of grapes in my body, in my mind ....