already press the hang up, but now from the tube he heard his displeased voice. I shrank inwardly from fear, but asked him why he was so angry, to which he replied that he would not be able to see me again until the weekend. I was relieved from my heart, and I gently cooed that I needed to suffer a little and everything would work out. He also grunted displeasedly and said a dry goodbye. I was upset by his tone, but the fact that I didn’t burned lifted my spirits, and I didn’t even begin to wash off the pubic and ass tattoos so as not to lose too much time on this procedure, because later I would have to visit the photographer so that he re-painted them, and it's all the time and nerves.

Having brought my appearance in order, I left the brothel and went back to the cafe, where a handsome Turk worked, who treated me last time to sweets and who was so kind to me. I wanted to get there not in order to get a freebie, but just to feel his care and desire to serve myself disinterestedly, except that I really wanted to feel again his silent admiration, which could not be hidden by seeing his burning eyes in love. I prayed that he would be there, and my prayers were not in vain - he, most likely, was also waiting for me, meeting me right on the threshold and gallantly leading me to a table in the corner of the cafe, where you could relax without feeling the undue attention of the attendees, which were many, and who were mostly Turks and Arabs.

Pushing a chair back, he suggested that I sit down and feel at home, asking what I wanted. I asked him to repeat the same thing that was the last time, and with a dazzling smile he asked me to wait a few minutes. I enjoyed oriental music, thinking about what would be waiting for me today, when suddenly my young handsome boy materialized from the air with a steaming tray on which a hot shawarma lay, a glass of tomato juice, a cup of Turkish coffee and sweets — except for pieces of rahat lukum, on one saucer there was a piece of some kind of brown shiny treat, about which my waiter said that this is baklava, which he himself does according to the recipe of his mother, and this is from him personally. I thanked him with a smile and a rekindling appetite, and as soon as he left, I pounced on the food I had brought, quickly coped with the shawarma, and after freezing the worm, I switched to a strange dessert. Having bitten off a piece of baklava, which literally melted in my mouth, I began to chew walnut pieces, and after drinking a sip of aromatic coffee, I felt like a huria in paradise. I blithe, leisurely savoring this miracle of culinary art, going to Turkish delight, and I even felt myself in the times of the legendary Harun al Rashid.

My handsome turned around with other tables, looking at me, and soon approached me, asking if I liked baklava. I thanked him warmly and told him that I had not eaten anything like this in my life. He blossomed with a smile and offered to sit next time in a separate room, which was intended for special customers, where I could fall apart on soft pillows and relax more easily. I warmly thanked him, told him that I would come tomorrow at the same time, leaving him over and above the account 20 euros. He got angry and told me that he was trying not to get a tip, but to dispel my sadness and to give pleasure, and seeing that he could do it, he was very glad that he had managed to please such an unusually beautiful girl. I melted from his compliment and blushed like a red girl, telling him that I come here not only for delicious delicious cuisine, but also for such a beautiful, helpful guy who knows how to please the girl and give pleasure, which is why I start to feel like a desirable woman. He was very surprised at my words, saying that a man who owns a woman like me should carry me on his hands and lick from head to toe, because having such a diamond is a rare success and one should appreciate it and not lose it.

I was lulled by his eloquence and did not want to leave, but I had to take a break before evening to be in good shape and not to disappoint my clients. Thanking him, I involuntarily admired his beauty and gently kissed his cheek. My young admirer from happiness almost lost his head and got on one knee, kissed my hands and admitted that he would look forward to me tomorrow. Saying goodbye to Sharaf, so he introduced himself, I went home, undressed, went to bed and immediately fell asleep, having had time to set the alarm at 5 pm. When I regained my strength, I got dressed and went to work, where, as always, I gave up my mobile phone and entered my room, which was tidied up, and the bed was covered with new silk bedding. I cleaned my stomach as usual and waited for customers.

My working day passed without any special clients and wishes, I obligingly substituted the hole that the clients wanted to use, everything went somehow unusually calm, and I even began to like working here, also receiving money for having you , and they have from the heart, and I myself have almost finished with every client, and I didn’t even have to portray an orgasm that I experienced and so. Wow, I more and more liked to be the slut that I have for money, and this is exactly what turned me on so much that I flowed like a lustful bitch. But I must say that I liked all the customers with whom I fucked, and many of them visited me a second time. After washing after the last client, I visited a medic who, with a satisfied face, told me after inspecting my holes that I and my work holes adapted to continuous work and look much better than on the first day, although of course not so tight and added with a grin, - almost run-in for everyday labor. I was somewhat upset by his ridicule and this unpleasant fact, since this could cause unnecessary suspicions and unnecessary questions from her husband.

After picking up the mobile phone, I called him and asked about his affairs, and he, like yesterday, replied in a disgruntled voice that we were living somehow wrongly, not seeing each other for several days, and I did not make excuses by dryly saying goodbye to the weekend . Again, I did not remove the red wig, remove the mole and wash the tatu, which did not make any sense, since I still would not see my husband and I had nothing to hide. Moreover, I even decided once again not to go home, wasting unnecessary time and energy, so necessary to work in a brothel, but to remain in a brothel, where I could have a great rest alone, I could not even see my husband.

I again handed over my cell phone and went to my room, where I undressed and lay down in a fresh, smelling jasmine bed, turned on the TV, but found nothing to my liking and decided to sleep by putting a sleep timer on TV with the turn-on function at 17. 00. I decided today, just to lie in bed and mentally apologize to Sharaf for deceiving him and not going to a cafe and staying in a romantic mood due to the supergallant behavior of my southern handsome, who by his behavior surpassed all my expectations and all my adversities about We went to second place from the hot worship me, which he did not hide, but not even a single gesture was not trying to annoy, much less bother me. I first encountered such an attitude toward myself - even Andrew and he made it clear with his courting that he wanted to get access to my body, and this young but very temperamental lad worshiped me more like a queen, no wonder that his knightly actions and gallant behavior sparked in my heart there is a light that every day began to flare up stronger. It was so easy in my soul that life seemed beautiful, despite the fact that I was in a very unpleasant twofold position, and I fell asleep for the first time with a light heart, without being tormented by emotional distress.

I slept well, and when I woke up from the alarm bell, I got up, ran a not very pleasant, but necessary, everyday machine ... Read more →