The rain drummed on the roof of the car, the wipers swept away moisture from the windshield and came back, confirming their purpose. I grinned, wondering what was my purpose? Rummaging in my memory, I fished my childhood, life before marriage ... What happened on my damn birthday, divided life into “before” and “after”.

“Before” - I dreamed, made plans and went forward with uncertain steps. I was afraid, I hesitated, but damn it, I was happy!

“After” - everything goes according to plan, nothing to fear. The financial question is closed, the husband is horned and driven under a soft heel! At the same time he loves me! But do I love him? The price of the question of this life is still that and where is this happiness at last ?! I smiled at this "mean" little thought and sprinkled an unkind laugh. And what actually do, have to perform and execute. Why turn up your nose from inevitability! In moments of vicious passion, I did not regret anything, but then ... Then some oppressive emptiness came ...

In the "guests" on the twentieth floor, I spent nearly five crazy days. The trinity of tormentors, in the person of Larisa, Maxim and Vika, tried a lot. No, of course, this does not mean that the whole period I was a “slave”, but at certain hours I was made of it, adding on - “whore.” Vika and Larisa were sometimes merciless, Maxim behaved with me gently, with a few exceptions. He seemed to sympathize with me, perhaps noticing this, his spouse Vika was so stern. Larisa, it’s understandable, she is by nature a “bitch”, and in a bouquet with a desire to come together more closely with a profitable holding a couple, she became a slutty mom. She seemed to care about the three of us, with perverted and peculiar care bordering on schizophrenia. Larisa gently asked for completely non-standard things, and at the same time I understood that this order was carried out. Her tenderness poured milk into black coffee - cruelty and perversity, giving a stunning result - bitter chocolate with vanilla and brandy filling ...

Maxim was looking at Vika and me in the rear-view mirror, sometimes smiling and I understood that smiles were mostly for me. Larisa sat in front to the right of Maxim and smoked, filling the inside of the car with the cherry-tobacco smell of "Vok"

- Girls, why are you silent there? Larisa squinted at me.

- No, so, thoughtful. I replied smiling and completely oblivious to Vika.

- Vikusya, honey, do you want Christina's tongue? Madam winked at Vika, she looked lazily from Larissa to me and, looking into my eyes, said languidly but clearly:

- As you can, try, my dear ... With these words, she took me by the chin, the middle and index fingers of her right hand sank in her full lips. Licking them, she plunged her fingers into my mouth. A little pushing them, Vika smeared spit on my lips. At that moment I looked in the mirror and caught the look of her husband, Maxim. He did not look at me unequivocally; excitement and passion were read in his eyes, but there was something else. Fixing the riddle of his eyes, I looked at his wife, Vika. She leaned forward, the dimensions of the car quite allowed and looking at me inquiringly, stretched out her slender legs. Hooking up the silk panties, I easily pulled them off her. Reclining, she spread her thighs to the maximum that allowed the dimensions. The hem of the dress turned up, dropping to the belly and covering part of the pubis. The tanned skin on her legs was shiny, her calves tensed beautifully. Shoes with high spiers, emphasized the arrogance and depravity of their mistress. Vika lit a cigarette and blithely shook off the as-yet-ashes right on the carpet. Her vagina was clean-shaven, her lips were filled with excitement and desire. A drop of grease was visible below the clitoris.

Lick, lizhii ... Thinly finishing and pouring "lizh-and-and ...", Larissa laughed.

Having started her palms under her calves, she raised her and approached the pice at a convenient angle. Having run the tongue over the lips of the vagina, dived inside and pushed along the walls. Vicki's clitoris persistently rested on my nose, she smiled, directed her tongue to him and began to play with him, sometimes diving inside. Swaying to the beat of my movements, my chest fell out of the sundress, which was worn on a naked body. Licking Vika, I felt her hands on my chest, she crept and caressed my hills, sometimes pinching nipples. I tried to immerse my tongue into it as much as possible, gently spreading the lips of the vagina with my fingers. Surrendering to the process, I enthusiastically licked Vika.

- Larissa, what is there, Igor will arrive? Vika turned to Larisa.

- Naturally, as I said! Larisa laughed.

Looking up from her vagina, I looked up at Vika. She brazenly looked into my soul.

- In the sense of Igor ?! What is Igor ?! My heart started beating faster, my breathing went astray.

- Your Igor! They both laughed.

- You are ahueli! I screamed and immediately received a slap in the face from Larissa.

- Poori me here, bitch small! And Larisa gave a second slap.

(and I counted the blows - here it is - here are two ... scum!)

- Yes harry! Maxim sternly raised his voice. They looked at each other, fell silent and calmed down.

- He knows about you, not about everything, of course, I vaguely explained to him that you had to ..., how to say this ..., to get laid with someone, for his movement to work in the holding.

I looked evil at Larisa.

- What are you bitch! Scum! I cried out to her without fear.

- Vikusyu lick and not blather! She arrogantly neigh ...

My lips quivered, a tear slipped sparingly, but I took myself in tesky. Just think what they are doing! They had me as they wanted, now they told her husband what would happen next is not known at all. But, as I said, it's silly to swim against the current. Head down, I penetrated the tongue into her vagina and continued to receive "pleasure", and believe me - it was not powerlessness. What has been done can only be corrected. Do not whine, do not regret, and suppressing emotions - correct ...

We headed to Maxim's summer house, which was located on the shore of Lake Ladoga, in a place with the Finnish name Lakhdenpokhya. Not far from Vyborg, about 130 kilometers and in an hour arrived at the destination. High fence without any frills, surrounded by a neat, small house. Having reached the gate, Maxim beeped. The gates opened, and we were met by a man of about forty. As it turned out later, he lived here for several years, guarding and maintaining order in the territory. His name was Fedor. He was friendly, peering through the driver's window, greeted him with a joking greeting, and nodded to me in a friendly way. The car drove in and he closed the gate.

On the territory of the site was nice, as they would say grief - designers "landscape design". Simplicity bordered on grace. Immediately outside the gate was a parking lot for 5-6 places. A stone display with grassy shoots separated this area from the rest area, an elegant white arch which was wrapped in a charming loach, invited to enter. Passing along the stone-paved path, I saw a snow-white semicircular fountain near the fence, which was laid out of large stones. The fence itself was practically not noticeable, its entire two-meter-high growth sucked in a loach of apparently another variety, as small pink flowers bloomed in places. A rare net of these flowers and planted around the perimeter of the plot, some kind of airy, light and bright green grass, gave a feeling of extraordinary comfort. I felt uneasy, I wanted to whimper, drink some wine and fall asleep. Hell, maybe blow over.

I heard a car horn and Fedor opened the gate. A big black American drove in, round a black-eyed, gleaming chrome. The owner knew a lot about cars. The doors flew open almost simultaneously, and two couples came out, apparently from a very material world. One of the men appeared to be about 50 years old, his name was Dmitri, his companion was about 25 years old, and how she introduced herself, Josephine. The second couple was quite funny, like Borisovna and Galkin. The lady looked like she was 50 years old, I almost fell when I learned that her name is really Alla. The boy was 20 years old, he wore a proud name - Timur.It should dwell on it, arrogant, insensible blue-backed man with Napoleonic ambitions ...