the scarlet heart with the inscription “Welcome to the paradise of Siegfried”, informing me that this corporate brothel logo is emblazoned on the pubis of all the girls working in the brothel. Then he told me to kneel on the coffee table and kick out my ass, drawing on each buttock the same heart with an inscription on each “Welcome to the paradises of Siegfried” with two arrows, one of which moved away from each heart to the side of the vagina, and the other towards the anus. Siegfried said that only a few girls have such logos on his butt, his favorites, who have anal sex in their arsenal. In the end, he gave me a box with dummies of moles and a special glue, with which he glued one small cute mole on top of my upper lip.

After the last procedure, the boss suggested that I admire myself in the mirror. I got up from the table and looked at myself in the mirror with curiosity, and if I didn’t know about the manipulations with my appearance, I wouldn’t recognize myself at first sight. I was watched by a charming red-haired beauty with a markedly vulgar, fucking appearance, which, however, attracted attention to itself with its catchy beauty and pronounced accessibility. I was pleasantly surprised by these metamorphoses, which changed my face almost beyond recognition, and hugged Siegfried in a fit of gratitude, who gently kissed me on the lips and rubbed my nipples, said that the whole procedure would cost 50 euros, but I would have to unfasten 50 euros in that day when I will return home, but my husband will not recognize me, and 50 euros for me will be a penny for my income. He wished me a good rest before the upcoming work and left, and the photographer explained to me how to take birthmarks and erase inscriptions and drawings, giving the necessary preparations. After that, he took several pictures of my naked, renewed nature in various poses and angles in order to present me in the photo catalog for clients in a new look.

After finishing the photo session, I went to my place, cleaned myself up, got dressed, and went to the head of security, asked for my phone, received which, signed the receipt and turned it on. I immediately called my husband and happily answered his question, why I was delayed and did not pick up the phone, explaining that we had a rush, one dispatcher got sick, and we had to work hard instead of her, and talking on a mobile phone is impossible under the threat of dismissal. I promised him to come tomorrow morning, and in a disgruntled voice he said goodbye to the evening, adding finally that we could only see him at the weekend, since coming home in the morning I would not find him at home for the simple reason that he would be at work, and vice versa when he came home from work in the evening, he would not find me at home, since I myself would work at that time. I was very upset by his tone and by what position I got, not being able to see Andrei every day, but I was very hungry and passing by the cafe, from which it was pleasant to smell delicious food, could not resist and went inside. This place turned out to be a small but neat cafe with an oriental menu and burning brunettes, most likely Turks.

I asked a handsome black-haired handsome that they could have a simpler and tastier meal, but he, who would doubt, suggested, of course, shawarma. I grinned displeasedly, to which he offendedly reacted, promising that I would be satisfied, after five minutes I brought shawarma, a glass of tomato juice, a small cup of coffee and a couple of pieces of Turkish delight on a tray. I told him with displeasure that I ordered only shawarma, and he smiled and said that it was personally from him.I was pleasantly surprised, thanking for such a generous gesture, and, tormented by hunger, attacked the food, quickly ate such a tasty and juicy shaurma that I hadn’t eaten in Russia and drank tomato juice and had already eaten, began to savor every sip of fragrant coffee, and Turkish delight just melted in your mouth. I was just lulled by unusually delicious food, drinks, nice waiter and melodious oriental music, it seemed to me that I am now somewhere in Turkey, for some time having renounced my problems and resting my body and soul. Thanking the black-haired handsome man, I left him a generous tip - 20 euros, promising him to come more often, and he, sparkling with black huge eyes, gently kissed my pen, saying that he would be happy to see me here again, and he would be very pleased to serve such a beauty.

I thanked him once again for his courtesy and left, wanting to quickly get to bed and sleep. Finding myself in a brothel, I handed over a cell phone to the guard and asked me to wake me at 17.00. Going into my room, without undressing, I collapsed into bed and fell asleep, waking up from the fact that the guard was shaking me by the shoulder. Expressing gratitude to him, I waited until he left, undressed, went to the bathroom, made an enema, and washed out my stomach. After this not very pleasant, but obligatory procedure, I painted my lips with my favorite indelible red lipstick, and standing in front of the mirror, I admired my flawless figure with a pubic tattoo, red-haired head of hair and a mole on the upper lip. Wriggled in front of the mirror, I got my backside and when looking at the painted buttocks with arrows, I became seriously excited, and just at that moment I had a crazy idea to tint my nipples. Already at the mere thought of this, my stomach ached, and my nipples hardened and stretched out, becoming like grapes. When I smeared them with lipstick, it was as if I was pierced with electricity, which made me shake like an aspen leaf in the wind, and my grapes, having acquired a bright red color, looked like cherry tomatoes.

I was unpleasantly surprised by the reaction of my body to the expectation of new clients, and it did not coincide with my desires - I didn’t want to continue to engage in prostitution, I was disgusted to even think about it, but with all this I was already wet and flowed like bitch during estrus. However, I knew that I would still have to humor various unfamiliar men all night, and I was horrified that my holes that had been worn yesterday after yesterday's swotting would not withstand the pressure and pressure of clients today. By the way, they didn’t ache and looked quite decent, although a slight swelling and redness remained, but compared to yesterday’s condition they were presentable, but shabby. I prayed to God that today there were only singles, without any group action. My prayers were interrupted by a bell announcing the arrival of clients, and I began to wait in fear for the test that fell today, when Siegfried came to me and asked me to be kind to his new clients who wanted to come here in masks so that no one would managed to find out and compromise with this fact in the future. While he expressed his request, two masked men came in to me, at a glance at which my heart began beating so fast that it seemed to me that it would now jump out of my chest. These were my husband and his uncle !!!