- How does the suspect behave? I asked a friend as we walked along the corridor of the detention facility.

- Silent, reads all the books. You know what surprised me? She asked for a common cell.

The brain refused to present this picture - Kristina Kalashnikova, more precisely, Shvets, and ordinary zechkas around. This is truly from prison and from the bag do not renounce.

- How do you think to satisfy her request? - My good friend and at the same time deputy head of this institution, Alexander G. Kravtsov, consulted.

- I do not think this is a good idea. She's not an ordinary suspect, the husband has transplanted a bunch of people, suddenly someone decides to take revenge or make fun of the rich man. Publicity can happen - Mama Do not Cry. And whose head will fly first?

Sasha nodded, agreeing with my words.

- That's right, yours.

However, not only caring for a friend was the cause of my words. Damn, she is, of course, a fucking lying bitch, but I don't want anything to happen to her. After all, then I will eat anyone ...

“That camera is over there,” Sasha showed in the direction of the gray, apparently iron door. - She is already there.

My heart beat anxiously, in my stomach everything went tied with knots. Christie, my Christie. Rope out of my viet, reptile. The body began to break in anticipation of a new dose of the drug.

- When you need to take away the suspect, you will call.

- Well, Sash, thank you.

“Not at all, the keys to the camera and the handcuffs are suddenly needed,” Kravtsov winked at me and left.

How does this bitch act on me, even the door is difficult to open - hands tremble with excitement.

Christie was standing at the little wooden table. Damn, how beautiful she is! She would have to act in a movie in the role of fatal beauties, for the sake of the little smiles of which the men are ready to even get into the fire, even into the water, even get an asterisk from the sky.

“You,” she said instantly with pale lips.

Nothing, soon I will give them back the paint, so I'll kiss, bite, they will burn for a week! It seems that our meeting Christie also did not leave calm. And it is pleasant to realize, even if her indifference has resulted in pallor. Are you afraid of me, traitor? That's right, fear!

- I, Christie. Are you not happy to see me?

She looked so strange. Oh, how she looked. Like a stake stuck in the sternum. And then bit her lips, as if afraid to say something extra. Everything inside and outside stood on end from the awareness of her presence. I'll die now if I don't touch her. No, Vova, no, you are not a youth of fourteen! Keep yourself in hand, keep yourself in your body, do not rush to it with each cell!

- I decided to take testimony in a more informal setting, because you did not like my official status last time.

“I didn't like it,” she quietly agreed.

- See, Christie, I'm ready to do everything to make you comfortable.

- Volodya, remove my handcuffs.

- No, my girl, not yet.

He smiled at her affectionately, but rather, carnivorous. Just before I eat Christy's pussy, I want to play enough.

Slowly came closer. She did not back down and looked into her eyes. Hot, very hot. Who plays with whom, fucking bitch? Raised his hand, touched her cheek. Christine closed her eyes and rubbed against my palm. Gently, blissfully, as if this caress gives her pleasure. Playing a reptile, pretending! An unhealed wound opened in the chest. After all, the bitch was not empty-handed then, my heart took mine as a trophy. Sharply grabbed her hair, painfully pulled, forcing her to throw back her head and open her eyes covered in bliss. Dark, beautiful, witch.

- Tell me, Christie, why did you kill your husband?

“I didn't kill him.”

- And then who?

He looks firmly, without fear, with the confidence that he is right.

- You are an investigator, Karpov, and answer this question.

“Later,” I promised her.

The investigation is not going anywhere, but I can no longer wait. Slightly loosened the grip of his fingers.Then he pulled a piece of gum from her hair, and they fell on her shoulders in a dark wave. So she is even more beautiful. Christine is wearing a thin wool skirt and is in tone with a stylish milky jumper. Even in prison, she is above all a beautiful, stylish woman. In one lightning movement, pulled the skirt down.

- What are you doing, Karpov ?!

I grinned.

- Undress you, Christie, you, I remember, wanted informal communication.

And then he yelled, especially loud and menacing:

- Step over the skirt !!

Christine, like a cat, evil narrowed her black eyes. But did in my opinion. Good girl Understands when to retreat, and when to show your stubbornness. What a pity that now it is autumn, not summer - she is still wearing tights and boots with a low heel. Christina was put on a narrow hard bed, which was in the corner of this room. Sasha is an intelligent boy, he singled out the camera with a bed so that it was more convenient ... to take readings. Himself squatted near the beautiful girlish legs. The queen and her subject. Enjoy the moment, baby, it won't always be like this. He took a slender leg in his paws, pulled the shoe zipper down. Christie did not resist, only looked with her impossible witch eyes. Her foot in my paws seems so small, graceful, fragile. I want two mutually exclusive things at the same time: squeeze this small leg and crush, crush ... crush, until the bone breaks! Cuddled to the foot with his lips. A half-half-half-short burst from a woman's mouth. How does she do it? Having once heard this cry, more than five years ago in the hall of an expensive nightclub, I thought that now there would be no rest for me until I achieved a repetition. Again and again.

- Volodya, what are you doing?

- And you still do not understand, Christie, I play with you in a good and evil policeman. I'm good now.

Unzipped the second boot. This time he didn’t kiss, threw him aside and lightning up, grabbed hold of the elastic band of pantyhose, and then pulled them along with the panties. She screamed, tried to push me away, hitting me in the chest with her hands, still handcuffed.

- Do not mess around, Kisa, now I'm an evil policeman!

Then, refuting his words, he leaned his head against her bare stomach, his nose buried in a thin strip of dark pubic hair. Inhaled the smell.

- Christie, my girl ...

In the voice of mortal longing. Why did I say this out loud? Mattress. His own weakness is angry, forcing him to act harder. He got up, picked up with his fingers a thin jumper worn on her body. Hell, the handcuffs on his wrists did not allow him to be removed. But it opened a beautiful picture of the female breast, covered with white lace bra. Christie is probably uncomfortable with her arms raised, with a sweater pulled over her head. Nothing will tolerate. I have been waiting for five years to touch her boobs. Nipples so appealingly stick out. He covered her right breast with his mouth, almost half sucked into himself, and began to suck, right through the lace, greedily, like a starving child. What a delicious my personal drug! Christie squealed, drove under me, further stirring up lust in me. Fingers went for a walk on such an attractive female body, wanting to feel the warmth and velvety skin. Brazenly climbed into her crotch. Wet! No, even wet! I wanted to scream, triumphing. She still wants me, just lights up, you just touch her! My lustful pussy, Christie. I remember that in the past, when I came to her, tired and hungry after the service, she, looking languidly with her black eyes, playfully twirling a lock on her finger, asked:

- Volodya, that first - in the kitchen or in bed?

What kind of kitchen here! I almost always chose the latter, and, of course, not to sleep, even tired to death, I climbed up to it anyway, hoping to hear again and again the half-tone-half-breath that drives me crazy.

Bitch,...