Vova was sitting on a wide windowsill. He was wrapped in a blanket, as in a cocoon. Bottom with might and main scuffed the battery, from the window gave cold. Vova liked this contrast. It was gorgeous to watch the night city, to hear the distant sounds breaking through the glass. It was snowing lightly. There were steps. The steps were strange, light, but somehow heavy at the same time, as if walking very much pressed on the heels. A second later the owner, or rather the owner, the source of noise appeared near Vova - Alice.

Alice was tall, perhaps tall enough, even as for a girl. She also leaned heavily on athletics, from which women's traits in her were greatly lost, especially in the parts of the body below the face. Among other things, Alice was ideological lesbian, which, incidentally, did not prevent her from enjoying the torment of guys in various ways. One of these methods is now dangling between her legs, attached to special belts.
- Dad called, asked you to stay tomorrow and wait for him - she reached out and squeezed Vova through a cocoon of blanket. - According to the standard rate.
- Yes, well, no problem.
- Well, baby, let's go further torture you - Alice lifted a strapon with her hand.
- Let's go - Vova hung his legs from the window sill and jumped to the floor.

Alice was half a head taller than him. Returned to her bedroom. There was no light, only a netbook sluggishly illuminated with a porn screen about girls' bullying of girls over boys.
- Well, become something like that - Alice shoved Vova closer to the bed.
Vova silently opened a cocoon on himself, got on all fours on the bed, moved closer to the edge, lowered his head on the bed, and his ass rose higher. He pulled his hands behind his back - a soft rope immediately fell on them and tightened with several knots.
- That's good! That's all right! - Alice sentenced, greasy greasing Vova between her legs. - Well, rushed!
Putting a strap-on to the anus of Vova, Alice grabbed him tightly by the hips and pressed her hips in the direction of Vova that there were forces. Vova squeaked, the strap-on slowly but surely entered Vovin intestines on the very basis. Anatomically curving inside Vova, he filled his insides, until Alice put her lower abdomen on Vova's waist.

- That's good, bunny! Well, fine! - Alice slowly pulled out of Vova, and he only exhaled hard and frowned. - And once again!
The strap-on, almost coming out of Vova, filled the intestines again. Alice loved to rape and so that the victim would understand that she was being raped. It remained only to endure, hiss and keep the rhythm of breathing. Vova looked in the direction of the netbook - there was only two hours to wait.

*** Late morning ***
- Vooot, double espresso - Semen Semenych put a small cup in front of Vova.
- Thank you - Vova was sincere.
Semyon Semyonitch undertook to cook himself. Cooked and sat down at the table too.
“My daughter didn't torture you too much at night?”
- No, not really. I'm used to the features, preferences and ...
“And to the strange things of Alice,” finished Semen Semyonitch for him. - We will call all their names. It is a pity that the daughter chose such a path and went on it, but this is her choice and I respect it.

- Well, yes - Vova took a sip of coffee.
Coffee was like he loved. A double dose of espresso, two spoons of sugar, a bit of lemon juice and the smallest not very hot pepper. Such coffee has always been invigorating and giving strength.
- Want to ask something?
- Well, yes. And why, you, me? After all, you usually love Julia more.
- Why do you need me ... - Semyon Semyonitch scratched his chin a little scattered. “You know what I do, right?”
- Well, yes, you are a professor in one of the major metropolitan universities - Vova hesitated.- But, I'm sorry, I forget all the sciences and disciplines.
- Philology, philosophy, psychology, theology, art history.
- Ah, well, yes, sorry - Vova lowered his cup.

- I was interested in writing a scientific work on psychology. Refers to the understanding of certain things and social addictions. I would like to hear your opinion, as well as watch your reactions. Of course, your participation in the experiment is a prerequisite and this requires your presence.

Semyon Semyonitch reached out from the heart. Vova heard the crunch of ligaments. Semyon was an unusual person. Being a professor of such humanities and while looking like a typical professor of such sciences, he turned out to be the early years of Schwarzenegger. No, he was not pumped as much, and there was a belly. But the belly was like a retired Airborne Forces, and many could envy their muscles and endurance. Above all, Semyon’s hobbies were not very connected with humanism either — he was fond of knife fighting, combat sambo and shooting from various caliber weapons. He also owned 4 rifles of various calibers and often undertook to clean or sort them, after having sex with Julia. He liked to say that sometimes a bullet is the most humane remedy in the treatment of humanoid forms of existence. Moreover, he fully shared the American principle "if you do not come to democracy, then democracy will come to you." A paperman's poster on this topic adorned one of the walls in his office.

He always ordered Vova and Julia, but he fucked only Julia. Vova always just watched or prepared her friend before and cleaned after. Semyon was not interested in guys. Nevertheless, he had enough money to regularly buy guys for their comfort. Julia once said she did not understand him. In sex, he was ordinary, had no particular bias, did not like raisin. But the client paid regularly, did not load and there was nothing to complain about. Vova several times even wondered how all the same some "living on one salary." Recalling his past, Vova tried to figure out how rich the teachers at his former university were. To the public, they were poor. Only the dean and the deputy dean could boast of a daily arrival on economy class cars. However, Semyon Semyonitch taught at the best university of the country, as well as advised and held private events for other institutions. The situation could be completely different.

“Go to my office by the floor of the eleventh,” Vova pulled out of his thoughts, Semyon. - And if they suddenly ring the doorbell, but I don’t come, then open it.
- Good.
- Ok, I need to go pee what.
- Do I need to somehow get ready?
- It will be enough if you just dress up - Semyon looked at Vova appreciatively. - And we'll see.
And left. Vova was left alone with unfinished, cooling coffee.

Almost eleven rang intercom. Vova wanted to go open, but the vigorous "I myself!" Seeds made Vova just relax and continue to watch Discovery. There were voices in the corridor. Vova listened - the voices were young and female. Seeds' voice favorably differed among thin and quiet female voices. The voices moved to the left.
“It looks like they are entering the office,” thought Vova.
The door to the hall opened. Peeped happy Simon.
- I'm ready to start. Come on catch up!
Vova turned off the TV player, hesitated a little and got up from the sofa. Slowly walked down the hall, knocked on the door of the office. “Yes, yes, come in” from behind the door. Vova entered.

The cabinet was oblong and decorated in Asian style. The furnishings were Japanese. From the door, along the wall, there was a long couch. It housed eight girls. They were all different, but there were two unifying factors in them - they were all students and their teacher was Semyon Semyonitch.
Semyon Semyonitch sat in his chair, at his desk from some expensive Japanese tree.
- In the chair, please - it was addressed to Vova.
The only chair was just opposite the table, against the opposite wall. Vova sat down.
- So, let's start - Semyon rubbed his palms and opened a magazine.
- I beg your petition, professor - a cute blonde with long hair leaned forward. - And who is it? And what is he doing here?
- Oh, yes, I'm sorry. I forgot to imagine. Meet everyone, this is Vladimir. He will attend today at your retake.
- He will be here all the time? - the blonde seemed very pissed off by the presence of Vova.

- Yes, he will be here all the time ....