only when she felt, when two rare drops of sperm flew to her body. Gennady is still discharged, helping himself with his hands.
- Take off your strap-on, but leave it in her ass. I'm in the shower for a couple of minutes. - He got up from the couch and went upstairs.
Having got rid of tight rubber bands with difficulty, Natasha climbed out of them and took the place of a man, falling on the sofa on her back. It seemed to her that she instantly passed out. According to the sensations of Lisa, she was also unconscious. Soon Gennady returned, who simply poured himself with cold water and, without wiping himself, threw on his robe.

Coming out of the house, Alexey, was a little confused. He did not know where to go, while a rude man was going to torment his new companion. Having chosen the nearest bar, he eagerly drained three glasses of beer. Not a bit drunk, he went back to the house, and without even going inside, five meters from the door he heard the loud and painful moans of two women. One of them was clearly Liza. After listening to these unusual cries, he eagerly began to wind circles around the house, periodically kicking a kind of stone.
After the next round, he did not hear these animal sounds and became alert. A few minutes later the door swung open and a male silhouette appeared on the threshold.

- Come in, take your Liza, she has enough for today! - He said rudely and disappeared in the doorway.
Rising on the porch, Alexey immediately saw two naked female bodies in the middle of the living room. If Natasha was just lying on her back and, evenly breathing, she was asleep, then Lisa did not show signs of life at all. She lay on her stomach on the floor, stretching her limbs unnaturally. From her priests, a strapon with straps at the end protruded several centimeters. Coming closer, the man exhaled with relief, she still breathed and probably slept. Although her appearance spoke more about the fact that she was unconscious.
- On, it's her! - Gennady threw her torn dress right on her back. The woman did not even go crazy. - Take her, tomorrow you can not bring, enough for her, let him rest. - With these words, he just went upstairs without waiting for the reaction of Alexei.

He, in turn, continued to look dismayed at Lisa. Recovering himself, he decided, for a start, to remove the terrible object from her priests. Taking it with one hand, he pulled over. Strap-on did not give in. Then he decided to do it with a jerk. The loud cry of the pain of the woman and the mean nasty smack merged into one. Strapon flew out of the tormented anus, forcing behind him a big red hole.
- You are sick!? - Clutching at the ass, screamed Lisa.
Natasha also woke up and, confused at the sight of a stranger, turned away on her side, covering her pubis and chest.
- How do you!? - Scaredly asked Alex.

- Aaaa ... Bliin ... - Continued, holding on to her ass, moaning woman. - Painfully...
- Get up ... - He hardly put her on her feet and picked up the dress.
Throwing it on herself, Lisa did not pay any attention to the fact that without six buttons in front, almost all her breasts were bare. Alexey carefully collected the buttons scattered on the floor, without counting two. Picking up her shoes, thrown on the floor, he followed the lame woman, holding the torn dress with her hand.
- Very painful? - A man asked happily and ingratiatingly.
- Shut up, eh !? Please shut up ...
Natasha spent a strange couple looking and, again lounging on the couch, fell into a dream.

Big black SUV delivered Katya to the sea.Of course, he brought first of all to Peter Borisovich, whose yacht was moored at the largest berth. And the girl was only a passenger, who was taken on this trip with certain goals. Almost all the way her companions were silent. The escort car was about a meter from the rear bumper of a businessman, and the guards poured out of it almost before it stopped completely.
When the girl got out of the car and finally realized where she was being led, she was speechless with admiration. The forty-meter yacht shone with its whiteness, and its darkened window-portholes gave it a rather predatory look. The guards brought the businessman with his stylishly dressed subordinates and a young girl straight to the ramp, where the captain of the ship had already met them.
- Peter Borisovich, everything is ready at its best! - Report a middle-aged man.

- I do not doubt, Michael, I do not doubt. We are waiting for our guests and immediately depart. Back tomorrow evening, if without force majeure.
- Got it.
- Food and drink delivered?
- Yes, everything is ready, complete set, do not worry. Checked in person.
- Well done, then we are in the hall. Follow me! - Kate ordered a businessman.
The girl obediently followed him and his assistant, feeling very uncomfortable under the looks of the guards, the captain and other small team members.
In a large spacious room, the main subject was a huge "C" - a shaped white leather sofa, on which fifteen people could easily fit. Peter Borisovich immediately flopped there, buried in some kind of multi-colored magazine, which later turned out to be a rather original menu.

- sticking to the plan? - Gently asked assistant.
- Yes. Without fanaticism. They can not give in.
- What if ... - The assistant looked at Katya, who could not find a place for herself, shifting from one foot to the other. - We need a girl now? I propose to save it.
- Hmm ... Thinking right. Katya, take a walk, you will be called.
Together with the admiration of what he saw, the girl was very scared. She hesitantly froze at the side on the open deck. Sailors walked past her quickly, casting lustful looks on her face and body. It was evident that they are very busy, otherwise I would be happy to have got to know her better. From their presence next to the girl for some reason it became calmer. She thought that young sports guys should protect her from any trouble, including strange ideas of a strange businessman.

Twenty minutes later the girl wandered around the deck. No one came to her, did not say a word next. She felt like a stranger. She was even visited by thoughts of jumping overboard and swimming away. She was not afraid of heights and water, so it would have been easy to do this if it were not for a pair of uniformed men from the upper deck of the yacht who were watching everything around, including her.
Soon, the ship began to revive, Katya went to the other side and saw two more black jeeps with tightly tinted windows drove up to the parking lot. Three well-dressed men and four simpler-dressed men emerged from them.
- Arrived, the Arabs, fucking. - Came to Katya someone's voice.

All seven men went straight to the yacht and, greeting the hand with the captain, the first three proceeded to the main cabin, where Peter Borisovich had been waiting for them for a long time. The guards crumbled around the perimeter of the yacht and inspected all the decks. One of them looked incredulously at the girl, keeping his gaze on her breasts with her nipples protruding through the T-shirt and lowering it even lower.
Katya was embarrassed and turned away from him, thus, unwittingly, demonstrating her round ass. Before the girl began to reach for what, or rather, for whom she was brought here. Feeling like a prostitute, or worse, a sexual slave, she again wanted to jump overboard. But appreciating the fact that every man from the protection of a businessman and a foreigner wore a plump holster on his belt, she decided not to risk it. A thought arose in my head to call Gennady, but immediately vanished.Firstly, her phone remained in the office of Peter Borisovich, and secondly, no matter how superman Gennady was in bed, he was not a superman in the rest of his life. At least with a dozen armed men, he would not have coped, and it would not even be useful for them. Judging by his behavior, Katya was indifferent to him ...

Sailors and boys in the form of waiters ran past the girl, trays with food and alcohol began to be poured into the main cabin. Judging by the fact that an hour later a bucket of champagne proceeded there, on the very neck filled up with ice, the negotiations were successful.
According to Kati, the main Arab was strange and unusual. He was not dressed ... Read more →