Angie returned fifty dollars for sex. I pulled out my purse, shook out hundreds of dollars collected around the offices, with the words:

- Here, take it. That's all I have. I'll bring more later.

A guilty smile froze on the lips of a big girl, a frightened look for approval.

- Angie, are you alright? - intently studying the full fucked facial expression. It does not seem to damage the brain. - I think Pavel Valerievich will not be very happy when he finds out.

- Pavel Valerievich ... - she thoughtfully lowers her eyes, rubs her lips. - You know, you were right when he said that he uses me. I'm only now beginning to understand how wrong I was in him. Are you not angry with me?

- No, - I meet her eyes. - Why did you decide to give me the money?

Long thinking. Finally, embarrassedly says:

- I do not know ... Probably because you are good. You are much better than everyone else, you can’t even imagine how much - the big girl is enthusiastic about what rarely happens. - If you knew how good I was today!

- I also really liked it.

Angie smiles slyly:

- Now you will always be so good to finish?

I hm back:

- Let's see how you behave.

- What do you want me to do?

Angie is in the familiar rack. How often have I heard these phrases from Zlata.

- Is Pavel Valerievich not offended?

“I don't want to hear anything more about him!” - eyes Angie throw sparks.

She is ready to jump from the roof if I order. But you have to order against your will:

- Angie, I want you to take all this money and give it to Pavel Valerievich, as if nothing happened, and you still work with him on the same team.

She slaps her eyelashes in fright.

- You me ... - hesitates, - throw?

“No,” I smile amiably. - We will meet as before and even more often if you want. Only it is impossible for someone to find out that we are now together. Do you understand?

She nods.

- And money?

- Give money to Shitinkov as before.

- I see, - he thinks. - You definitely will not leave me? - looks suspiciously at me.

- No, - I smile. - Here look...

I went closer to her, a member of treacherous climbs out of jeans. In the last hour I finished three times in a big girl: the first time in the ass, the second - in the mouth, the third - on the chest. Turquoise sperm gushing on tits, sliding on the belly. Angie caught it with her fingers, sent it into her mouth, licking her palms. You could say the big girl is flooded with turquoise inside and out. And I still want her.

This time, without unnecessary preludes, I put them against the wall, throw in a skirt, a little grease, and here I am in a warm delicate ball called “pop Angie.” The girl is eager to fuck with the new Klyuchnik again and again. No more dependence on Muller, she spreads in tenderness, arching in the waist. I could break the lock right now, see the big girl in the last treasured hole, but the danger of disclosure is held back by an innocent rush.

I whisper sweet to her when the stick is heated to the limit:

- How do you want: in the ass or in your mouth?

Purrs in response:

- In the mouth.

Pulling the cudgel out of my ass - how long does it go - chpok! Angie quickly falls to his knees, sticks to the prick. He squeezes the cherished delicacy with two hands, rides a greased steel barrel, once again plunging into narcotic ecstasy, when the club, shuddering, gives a stream of blue vanilla sperm.

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Angie was the first double agent.In the afternoon, the big girl put on a lush ass under the mechanical blows of office workers, in the evening she handed over the proceeds to Muller, and at night she always came back to me to enjoy a turquoise drug that quickly recovered in puffy eggs.

Sometimes the desire to quit Klyuchnik’s position and run away with Angie overwhelmed me, but the fear of retribution from the Sect, the power of a secret organization, the frightening uncertainty of the prospects for exile, and pity for slaves restrained a cowardly undertaking. I remained in limbo.

“To destroy Virex, you need to get to the source of the drug and destroy it,” I reasoned.

In addition, I did not know how to free the girls. I was afraid to act, because I saw breaking in action, I saw an army of jock volunteers from Ryzhenkov’s security organization who were ready to break anyone who dared to encroach on an inexhaustible money source feeding Caste.

The experiment with the translation of Zlata to turquoise led to a curious result.

Having learned the taste of snake extract, the Armenian woman returned for a supplement with a plastic cup. I allowed her to take a sperm fence in the hope that our contacts will become less or completely leveled to the friendly.

But the monstrous effects of turquoise on alpha females made me doubt the validity of these findings.

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An office goddess appears on the laptop screen - a dyed wheaten blonde with a fluffy mane of hair, a golden-eyed plunderer of men's hearts. On it, a black strict skirt obtyagivaya juicy ass, fitted white blouse unbuttoned enough to signal the readiness to release the twins for a walk, seat belts on the back white openwork bra, richly embroidered in Arabic script. The girl in stockings imposingly passes through the director's office, mechanically wagging her ass. Seats treasure on the edge of the table. It’s not easy to hold the working tool on the heels, but Natalia doesn’t have any experience, she is an experienced worker, forever on the number one board of honor. Her success is beyond doubt: the girl has gorgeous shapes and a shy smile. "What a sweetheart!" - exclaims the office manager, seeing the beauty for the first time. She shoots eyes, sincerely interested in men's issues, behaves naturally, like a younger sister, does not require special treatment. Natasha dilutes communication with shy hints of a boring life, spreads sincere compliments, asks to fasten a chain on a swan neck, a bracelet on a children's wrist, dabs with a light aroma of fruit freshness. It is not closed, acts at its discretion. Muller gives carte blanche, hilling clients passes without any questions, and Natasha is easily rubbed into the highest echelons of power.

Only something went wrong.

Our eyes are riveted to the screen, there are amazing events in nature. Natasha tightens her skirt, colorfully flips it with her leg to the side, turns, twists her booty. Black thongs dig into her crotch, two openwork translucent triangles are decorated with a convex pubis and a depressed tailbone, over which the tattoo of the fallen angel spreads out all over its waist. Natasha looks around, beckons with her finger. Angelic baby face lit up with a vicious smile: she wants to fuck, tired to endure. The girl dives her hand into her purse, stretches her fingers between her legs, licks the tips. She bites the bottom sponge, impatiently shuffles on the heels. A man in a business suit appears in the frame, sneaking up on springy steps. Natasha hand finds a fly, smoothes an erection. Two more appear - the same smart young people, apparently, managers of the same company. They come from different sides, with soft slaps explore the elastic forms of the Natasha spheres. She turns her buttocks, arches her back in the lower back, clarifying the situation. The first awkward attempts to explore it make it clear: it is all in ointment, filled with hot juice.Washed anus responds with a suckling of milk on the penetration of the fingers. Men are in no hurry to throw off their clothes. Their movements are similar to the mating dance of peacocks males, who serve the current pav. She directs their hands, directs herself on fingers, is substituted under tongues. They take turns lowering in front of her, lick pussy and anus. Buffers have long crawled out, one man sticks his mouth to the plump, protruding nipples.

Finally, Natasha unzips his pants on the pants of the nearest ...