I tried to look away and suddenly realized that I could not. Judging by the silence that prevailed around, the whole course was in the same state. I did not look her straight in the eyes, I could not, but my mind glided along the interlacing patterns on her clothes and could not escape from their captivity.

- Hello children. Go to your places. I am your teacher of makeup and tattoo, teacher Kumi. Also, I will lead you to the art of the pattern, if in the third year of study you choose this elective. I ask you to remember that the teacher is not my job, but my status and, if you want to contact me, you must call me that: “teacher Kumi”. And now — good afternoon — with these words she bowed easily and all of us, at the nearest free desks, simultaneously bowed in return, and then sat down, obeying Ms. Kumi’s light nod — I won’t be wordy. I want to say that makeup will be required for each of you, in different qualities, of course. And tauaw is useful for those of you who are not lucky to be born with a perfect figure or skin. In addition to the face, in my classes you will learn how to visually adjust the shape, shape of the breasts and how to change the first impression of your genitals. And the first impression is critically important, believe me. The most stubborn of you will be able to penetrate the art of influence, the movement of the eyebrows will learn to arouse desire, and to quench the will with a slight smile. After careful makeup, of course, she laughed. Only her laughter betrayed a middle-aged woman in her, everything else was indistinguishable from a girl of about 18. Realizing that she had betrayed her laughter, she looked at the audience. Her eyes darted to the left corner, then slipped past me and immediately returned. Teacher kumi, without changing her formally benevolent face, covered her mouth with a kimono sleeve, as if she wanted to cough and, looking straight into my eyes, led her right eyebrow. My head was not completely filled with fog, and I, frightened, gathered myself, without realizing that in this way I resist the will of the teacher. More precisely, I realized this after a moment, but decided that I had nothing to lose and continued. For a moment, frozen, Kumi removed her sleeve and slowly began to close her eyes. My head seemed to be placed under a press. But it was late and stupid to retreat, and not in my style, so I stretched out on the spot, with wide eyes and struggling to remain conscious, but when the mistress closed her eyes, I turned off.

I woke up in a small room, on the perimeter of which mirrors were placed. I was firmly tied to a pedestal of rough stone. My eyes burned and I tried to blink, but through the eyelids the room was just as visible as with open eyes. It immediately became clear to me that I was sleeping. Knowing this, I freely ripped the belts and got up from the pedestal. The hall began to grow rapidly, columns arose, a second floor with a gallery was formed, everything was very similar to the big theater, but there was no scene. The stone bed remained in the center of the hall and I decided to walk between the columns, hoping to meet that girl again, from my past dream. Wandering between the columns, I finally reached the mirror wall and walked along it, carefully looking at the reflection. I did it more of the trick - she probably took care of the mirrors. And the trick was that the marbled floor beneath its feet reflected no shine better than any mirror. Although I already knew where I would find her.My mother also told me that because of her left shoulder, death is watching us and anyone who wants to go unnoticed will hide behind her. Well, it's time to take mothers' tales seriously. With my right hand I leaned on the mirror wall and, turning round sharply, looked at the place behind my left shoulder. There was no one but ... reflected in the marble of that stranger.

“I see you,” I smiled. She suddenly seemed so familiar and dear that as soon as she arose from the air I approached her and hugged her. She did not resist. When I, a little away, tried to talk to her, she put a finger to my lips and began to fall, pulling me along. We fell on a huge snow-white bed, to which I was not surprised - sleep is sleep. I was wearing a white hoodie-dress, like Ling's, only with a short skirt. Without wasting time, a stranger who fell on the bed already naked, attached the head of her posh member to my ass. I do not know what it was connected with, but this time his entry was accompanied by great discomfort. Halfway through, she even had to stop, pull out her instrument, and return to the entrance after careful lubrication. This time everything went better, but satisfaction came only after her body plunged into me to the ground. When she reached back, the discomfort that arose made me twitch and she immediately stopped, gently putting her hand on my stomach. Stroking my stomach a little bit, she took me firmly by the hips and started to drive me so that the member gradually changed his position in me, not leaving me a centimeter from me. I liked that. We slowly entered into a rage and I took my male symbol in my hand, but suddenly he didn’t respond to me in anything pleasant. The stranger took my hand and shook her head and snapped her fingers. On my penis, a slightly fading blue cell of fidelity appeared. I completely forgot about her. I felt somehow sad and offended for my manliness, but my partner didn’t let me get bored - she grabbed my hips more firmly and she began to turn me on her penis. It was quite pleasant and, when I broke open, I suddenly forced me to my core. When accelerating a couple of millimeters, he, nevertheless, very noticeably touched my inner source of pleasure, from which my legs tightened, taking advantage of this stranger again began to swing me back and forth, reinforcing sensations. A minute later, having regained consciousness, I began podmahivat her, sitting down on her juicy baton, hammering it into myself, not pulling out. Her instrument of pleasure twitched in me, back and forth, stretching my inner boundaries and touching all that was possible. The growing fireball of pleasure threatened to burst at any moment. Only a small catalyst was needed ...

- Hmm ... - rang out behind my back

A mixture of shame and fear provoked a powerful orgasm, sperm splashed out of my dick while I firmly held my patner’s shoulders, at the moment when the last trickle of sperm lazily splashed out of the dick, I turned around weakly and saw her ... stranger from sleep. She stood, changing her skirt to tight-fitting trousers, on which it was impossible to make out and a hint of disorder in the groin. I glanced at the girl, whose body still perceptibly dwelt in me, unsatisfied and hot, and suddenly I discovered that it was not real! Puppet eyes, rubber-polished leather and other signs of a fake made their way through familiar features.

- Sorry, I ... I do not know how to explain it, but ... - I tried to justify Syaba somehow, but nothing good came to mind. To reduce the awkwardness of the situation, I tried to get up. Quilted feet reluctant to obey. On the one hand, I felt that the strength in them remained less and less, while the tickling feeling of nervous tension grew. “So shortly and before convulsions” - I thought, and having gathered all my strength, I tried to straighten my left leg.

- Stop! - shouted the girl, but it was too late - gathering my strength, I pulled my leg and woke up. From the jerk of my foot, I already jumped.When landing, I again experienced a pleasant feeling of something sweetly pressing on the prostate. While I was trying to understand what might be in me if I had a sex, a head in a white cap and a hospital mask burst into my field of vision.

- Awoke? Welcome to the medical center! - cheerfully pronounced the head. I, having pulled my head back into my shoulders, once again wanted to be at home, warm and calm, but in vain.

Rest only in our dreams.