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than before admission.

- Are you sure?

- I'm professional. You can trust me.

Frau Holman with interest examines the transfigured George. Her gaze lingers on the lower edge of the ribbon, slightly raised.

- Yes, I forgot to say that the minister is obliged to fulfill all the orders of the psychologist ...

Room with three windows.

There is only a white shirt with a butterfly on a red-haired bespectacled face. The body is tense. Red-haired teeth pulls off her panties with a streaked lady.

The blonde, in a belt, stockings and shoes, on her knees, makes a blowjob to a fat man lounging in a chair. The fat man, puffing his pipe, imposingly leads.

Burly Gretchen in white socks with thick red thickets on the pubic puzzled wrinkles in his hand a flaccid pitching.

“Annie, help Lola,” Frau Holman commands from the doorway.

The attendant joins the couple. She has a bar code tattoo on her right buttock: black lines, red numbers. The numbers are like a phone number.

Streaked out calling:

- Servant, give prezik!

Frau Holman looks at George, who is trying to cover up an impressively sized erect organ.

- Georg, get your hands on work! - she strictly demands. - Perform your duties, finally.

Her eyes are smiling.

Georg with a red face takes a handful of condoms from a huge glass and walks to a pair.

Gretchen and Annie are trying to pitch.

The blonde famously jumps on the fat man.

Georg supports the hands melirovannuyu that back serves red. Lips melirovannoy with every thrust touch the nature of George.

The blonde famously jumps on the fat man.

Kachov buried his face in Gretchen's red bush. Annie is trying to revive his pendant.

Blonde on a fat man turned 180 degrees. The fat man rolled his eyes.

Streaked out, writhing in orgasm, resting his head on George’s belly. Georg looks at her, then at Frau Holman.

Gretchen snarls and fidgets with his pelvis. Annie is getting an erection and leaves a couple.

The blonde moans and hangs on the fat man.

Gretchen stares in amazement at the modest protruding pumped-up pod.

Annie, as a somnambulist, approaches George, never taking his eyes off his powerful apparatus. Reaches and strokes the head like a child.

Georg immediately ejaculates.

Frau Holman looks sternly at the guilty and embarrassed George.

- Servant, you violated the main rule! Follow me. You will be punished!

*

Large room with a bed covered with silk linen.

The elevation in which a huge bath is embedded.

Frau Holman reclines in a white liquid that fills the bath. This is milk. Pink petals are floating on the surface.

Next kneeling George with his head down, but standing member.

- Shame on you, ugly boy! Why have you not restrained? You're twenty-five, professor, not fifteen! Now I have to torture you in punishment for licentiousness ...

- Sorry, Nora ...

- Dr. Holman!

- Excuse me, Dr. Holman ... but I ... I ...

- Just think about it! One touch and an orgasm! ..

- I ... I'm a virgin !!! - George blurts out in despair.

Frau Holman does not seem to hear his words.

- Help me up.

Georg hands her a hand. It helps.

- What are you standing? Wipe me out

Georg reaches for a towel. A woman hits his arm.

- Do not towel!

Georg is confused:

- With what?
- What? Language!

Georg licks the mistress, starting with the neck. He tries not to touch his chest.
Frau Holman requires:

- Do not miss the chest!

Dropping below the navel, Georg freezes and looks up.
The woman turns her back on him.

- Go on!

Georg licks the buttocks and between them. The body of a woman bends towards.

“Stand up,” says Frau Holman and turns to him. She takes off the collar. The collar is sinking in the bath.

“Now the most important thing is,” she puts her hands on her shoulders and lowers him down.
Georg's face sinks between his legs. The woman puts her hips forward, puts her hands on the head of the servant. She groans and wriggles in orgasm, her knees bend.

Georg takes her in his arms and carries her on the bed.

Frau Holman gratefully kisses the head.

Georg ejaculates ...

*

Georg ends the lecture in the audience. In the front row is a girl who looks like Annie, but is blond.

Students get up and leave the classroom. Georg, holding back her excitement, turns to the blonde:

- Monica, did you write the essay?

- Yes, professor.

“After class, bring it to me,” he says, deciding.

College Corridor. Monica is knocking on the door with a notebook in her hand. There is a sign on the door: “Professor der Philologie G. KROLL”.

Monica and Georg explain each other in love. The explanation goes into kisses.

The lovers hurriedly tear each other's clothes off and sit on the table.

Monica kicks Georg's hips.

On her right buttock, she has a bar code tattoo: the strokes are black, the numbers are red. Numbers look like a phone number ...

3 comments
  • November 9, 2016 20:16

    And cho, easy and elegant parody.
    Citizens are problem, visit Frau Holman, and she will take everything off of you, even the problem.
    What is her house number? Oh yeah, sixty-ninth - so easy to remember. Do you want to sign up for a session?

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  • November 9, 2016 21:09

    Thank you for your interest and responsiveness!
    You subtly caught the essence of the story! I wrote it, and the German porno was spinning in front of the inner eye :))
    Do you think I didn’t spoil the classics of the genre of a certain cinematic visionary idea about the hero’s inner experiences? :)

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  • November 10, 2016 14:06

    I think that did not spoil. First, these experiences look more comical than actual.
    Secondly, let the reader break his head, what is more here: joke or earnestness.

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