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When Igor finally untied Svetlana, she had a very deplorable appearance. And not because her dark-red hair got lost in limp rags, and her face got a spotted burgundy tint - changes in appearance would not be so obvious if there were no changes of a different order, Svetlana Mikhailovna went to her room silently, tightly clenching fists.
“But he could have strangled!” She thought.
Closed in her room, she still did not feel safe. It seemed, at any moment, if she just dozed off, the convict snoring in the next room would wake up, break the sludge door and complete the job.
She recalled an incredible orgasm, which arose at the very threshold of death, when she no longer believed that she would break out of an iron grip, and thought about her life. Childhood, spent in a small provincial town, school, college, marriage swept before the eyes of happy moments of life. She recalled her complete hardship and upheaval life and thought why she had such a fate and such suffering. It would be better if she never gave the room to anyone. There was enough money, even though the business was going badly. In addition, she could get a job. Anything is better than tolerating bullying.

From resentment flowed tears. Sveta smeared them across her swollen face, peering in the dark at the flickering reflections of the icon hanging in the corner. The answer seemed obvious: she was tempted, succumbed to the temptation of the serpent, and he almost strangled her.
“God sent the test,” she thought. - Or the Devil.
She no longer doubted that what had happened was an unclean prank. In a fit of remorse, she began to pray, kneeling before the icon.
“Lord Jesus,” she said the words she had memorized. “Hallowed be thy name, Thy kingdom come.”

She read the prayer several times until the pain of guilt from the fall did not subside. Only in the morning she was forgotten by a deep restless sleep.
Svetlana Mihailovna woke up only by noon. Outside the window, the sun was shining brightly, the ravaged body responded with pleasant languor, reminiscent of yesterday's shocks. Svetlana again remembered the uncontrolled flight, the trembling that engulfed her during sex, the death throes and the explosion that swept from the vagina to the head in waves.
Igor went to work, his first working day began at nine in the morning. Svetlana decided to stay home to bring thoughts and feelings in order. Walking around the apartment, she often went to the balcony to hang up or take off her laundry, to check out the tomato seedlings. In fact, she inadvertently considered a place where she almost died of suffocation yesterday. Igor's bed and pulled, and scared her. At some point, a large black bag attracted the attention of Svetlana. She stopped, thought for a second, and without the slightest twinge of conscience climbed open it.

“It is still unknown what is in his bag!” - Sveta was afraid to find knives, drugs, and explosives there. But I stumbled upon objects that were unusual by all standards, which plunged her into even greater horror.
"Pervert! Maniac! Lord, how am I so mistaken! ”- her hands trembled, goosebumps ran over the skin.
In addition to her underwear and socks, in front of her, there was a hank of a clothesline rope, a gag-ring, a whip, a set of anal plugs of various sizes, a set of clothes pegs, a candle, and thick needles in black leather.
Folding everything as it was, Svetlana closed her bag and began to think about her next step.
The toys in Igor’s bag caused her conflicting feelings. On the one hand, if Igor had not tied her up during sex, had not strangled her, she would have never experienced an orgasm. On the other hand, she risked her life every second, leaving a sex maniac at home.

In the evening, when Igor slammed the door, Svetlana Mikhailovna was already sitting in the kitchen, waiting for him with the appearance that nothing had happened and there was no passion between them that led to strangulation.
- Hello, - Igor threw, wary looking at her frowningly.
“Hello,” Svetlana replied, smiling good-naturedly. Before her stood a half-drunk mug of tea with lemon. Near lay cookies, cottage cheese. - How was your day at work? - she pretended that all is well, lulls vigilance.
“Boring,” said Igor, he went to the fridge, opened it and stood still, looking at the contents. - And how are you?
- pulled out three eggs, bought by Svetlana, moved to the plate.
- I wanted to talk to you about yesterday.
- Yes? - Igor turned and gave her a cynical look, which immediately threw the world into a shiver.
“Yes,” she straightened her shoulders. - Do not you think that you can not be so rude to treat a woman, especially if she is older than you? - Svetlana wanted to add more about tying and strangulation, but decided to wait.
Igor turned around, a boorish grin froze on his lips. He turned off the stove, leaving the eggs to reach under the lid, wiped his hands on a towel, turned and approached Svetlana.

“Don't you think,” he bent over her and clutched his chin with coarse finger-pads, forcing Sveta to raise her head, “that my cock was missing?” - he with a smirk looked into her eyes.
Sveta, feeling a surge of excitement to her head, involuntarily smiled, submitting to a sharp look.
The next moment, Igor deftly unbuttoned the button on his jeans with one hand, pulled off his fly and, in a trice, pulled out a thick, flabby member from sports tight pants, plunged it into Sveta’s mouth.
She tried to push Igor away, to slip out, but he firmly held her in the corner, preventing her from escaping.
- Let go! She snarled.
- Suck, - he grabbed her head and pulled on the penis.

Light gave up, it was useless to fight. Strong hands held her head like a ball, put on a member that quickly hardened, pulled up a stake. She squeezed a member with both hands to hold back the pressure, not to choke. Igor relaxed his grip, reached for his chest.
Svetlana Mikhailovna sucked dick, Igor's lust, his huge erection made her impotent, rejected to the primitive desire to have fun. Yesterday's scene came up in my head, when Igor exhausted her to orgasm, and she again, like a drug addict, reached for another portion of opium. Igor pulled off her blouse, unbuttoned the bra. Slightly crouching, he began to drive a member between her breasts, inviting Svetlana to catch the head of a member with her mouth.
- Let's do it without being rude, - Sveta obediently caught the barrel with her tongue, looking up.
In vain she said that. With a smirk, Igor reached for his belt in jeans, took it out and threw it around her neck.

- Where is the rudeness? - he pulled the end, tightening the loop.
- Will you strangle me? - Light ceased to open her mouth, grabbed the belt with both hands. She bravely challenged, looked up with reproach.
“No,” he smiled at the edge of his lips, still pulling on his belt, “on his knees.”
- What for? - she was trembling inside, but outwardly did not give sight. On the contrary, I tried to smile, as if to say: “Your games do not concern me!”
“Then I said so,” he lifted his foot and stepped on the belt in the middle. Svetlana, she felt that she could not hold the weight, Igor pressed her foot, forcing her to fall to the floor. She slid down the chair, and he kept pulling on, tightening the belt until her face fell to the floor, her cheek tightened to the linoleum. She buried her nose in a black sock, her toes began to move, groped her teeth under her lips. A new belt wrench caused Sveta to open her mouth, she completely put her foot into her mouth, and the belt tension was loosened again.

Having played enough, Igor dragged Sveta into the bedroom, preventing her from rising, forcing him to crawl behind him on his knees, like a dog. She was depressed, afraid to protest, but at the same time she felt excited. A hard erect penis, constantly flashing before his eyes, seemed to hint at the approach of a denouement.
“Take off your jeans,” said Igor, when they were at the bedside.
She obediently pulled them up to her knees, remaining on the floor in the fetal position. Her face again found itself pressed down to the floor, the belt wrapped around ... Read more →