My mother would be very useful - smiled Nastya.
- Your mom? - Vova was taken aback. - Why does she need me?
- Well ... - Nastya slowed down. - And stop, you're not up to date. Madam Receptionist Psarni, remember?
- Yes.
- She is my mom.
- Nadezhda Dmitrievna? - Vova turned white.
- Well, why are you reacting so? Yes, my mom. And still the sister is - Nastya seemed a little offended.
- But, you do not look like - Vova moved away from the first shock, absurdly trying to show something with his hands.

- I am the receptionist, and Christine too.
- Kristina?
- My sister - reminded Nastya. - Okay. By the way, this is Madara. You don't know him by the way, but he saw you and seemed to remember.
The dog came up from behind and put his nose between her legs.
- Well, what are you doing, you idiot? Nastya shoved him away.
Madara immediately disappeared into the nearest bushes, heard him yawing through the bushes.
- Madara? According to the passport so?
- Yes. Former owners love anime.
- Naruto, yes? - Vova nodded knowingly.
- Yes - Nastya just shook her shoulders. - We are still just training him, then we will train him. You're the way in the potential lists in the rack under it.

- Well, you certainly chose the moment to report it.
- What's wrong with that?
- Yes, nothing at all.
- So this is a battery? - Vova turned the conversation to another topic.
- Yes, thanks to her, I can not turn the pedals when I'm tired or very difficult.
- The cool thing - rated Vova.
- And I can, by pedaling, charge the battery - Nastya boasted. - Dynamo effect, lo!
- It is necessary and buy yourself.
- Can you skate?
- Skated in childhood.
- Buy it. We will ride together.

Somewhere ahead Madara jumped out of the bushes, took the hostess into focus, checked that she was fine and disappeared into the bushes again.
- Okay, Vov, I'm sorry, I have to go further. Time. You understand.
- Yes - Vova got the phone.
- What are you listening to? - Nastya for a moment was distracted from the great.
The distance between their faces was reduced to a minimum. Now Nastya pressed her ear to the outside of the earpiece and held Vova by the shoulders. She was not embarrassed at all. Vova embarrassed just a little. Yet he found the strength to calm down and calm down something else that was beginning to pour blood below the waist.
- Radio Slippers - he tried to calmly answer.
- Wow! I never heard.

- They make covers of famous hits - Vova turned on the music, took off the headphones and put Nasta on her head.
She listened, danced a little, wagging her hips.
- Too loud! - Cried Nastya.
Vova turned down the sound.
- Here! - Nastya listened to music. - This is after all “Sing for the moment” by Eminem.
She took off her headphones.
“But it’s changed in Russian too, but it's still cool and strong — she thought. - Shakes! Radio Slippers, right?
- Yes.
- I'll look in nete. Can you mail me the link where you downloaded?
- No problem.
- Thank you - Nastya thought for a moment and lightly smacked Vova on the lips. - And for the meeting too.
She sexually threw her leg over great and sat her sexy ass on the saddle.
- Well bye then.
- Until.
Vova stood a little dumbfounded.
- Madara, where are you gone again ?! - It came a little from afar, when Nastya had already left Vova.

Recovering, Vova stumbled on. Nastya manila. No, Yulia was still the one and only for him, but Nastya was interesting both for communication, and for just sex, and for BDSM games, and as a girl that Vova wanted to see when his dog fucks him. Vova admitted to himself that he would not mind being playfully raped by Nastya.
“She's probably not on this topic.” Although her mother ... "- thought Vova.
So walking, with music in his ears, he reached the group of large online supermarkets on the circuit.
- “I want to drink!” - Vova understood.
He entered the market, wandered between the product lines, watched the swarming people, finally wandered into a row of soft drinks, took a redbul. I thought, and took another one. At the checkout there was a queue and in anticipation, Vova danced, causing some to laugh and disapproving of others.

Vova came out of the market. Home did not want to. The house was empty. Orders for today was not. Dima went to Budapest for incomprehensible matters, his incomprehensible work. Julia drove off along an individual escort with a couple somewhere on the islands, to the south. He opened the jar, took a sip, took out his phone and zhmaknul on a fast call number of a premium auto. Ten minutes of waiting and a big, heavy 600th Lexus drove up to Vova. Vova opened the door and slipped into a warm saloon.
- Where? - the driver did not ask too many questions.
- Center, to Shevchenko Park.
- Okay - the car started.
Vova again put on headphones and plunged into the music.

Arrived at the scene quickly and without noise.
- May I have your card?
Vova handed over the map. The driver drove a personal ID card into his counter, received some data and handed the card back to Vova.
- Thank.
- Good luck. I'll be here in the center.
- Good.
Vova got out of the rear seats and walked past the park, further towards the city center. Prohoyad past a steep 5 * hotel, he slowed down and looked at the Volkonsky pastry shop.
- “Croissant to buy something”
While Vova was thinking, there was a stir behind the glass and two came out of the door of the pastry chef. They came to Vova.

- You are asked to come in - with pressure said one, apparently the eldest.
- Who asks? - Vova retreated a step.
- Boy, well, why are you glowing ?! The chief said come in, so go in - unpleasantly blather the second.
The first man raised his hand tentatively and the second shut up, stepping back.
- Dmitry Anatolyevich asks you to come in - he turned to Vova more politely.
- Aah, I’d say so right away - Vova immediately figured out in his mind which Dmitry Anatolyevich might be interested in.
Vova was allowed inside. The security at the entrance blinked significantly. It seems Vova even saw a small bow in his direction.
- Well, hello - Dmitry Anatolyevich gave a hand for a handshake that your godfather.

Vova respectfully shook it, while bowing a little.
- That's why I adore you - Dmitry grunted. - Natasha!
- Yes, Dmitry Anatolyevich - like a gin from a bottle, a waiter girl appeared next to her.
- I have a guest - he said.
- What do you want? - Natasha looked at Vova.
- Hot chocolate and croissant with almond cream.
Natasha dissolved as silently and quickly as she appeared.
- Well, how are you? - Dmitry carefully looked at Vova. - ass does not hurt after the last time?

- No, it's ok.
- Well, you're great, well done. Gave me pleasure. When are you next time?
- 23rd, to eight in the evening and all night.
- Well done, remember everything. The guys wanted to play something special with you, and you know my preferences.
- Yes - Vova agreed easily.
Natasha appeared with a tray. Hot chocolate and a warm plate with a croissant appeared in front of Vova.
“I risked adding some cinnamon,” said Natasha.
Dmitry Anatolyevich looked at her, then with probing at Vova.
- Yes, just fine. Thank.
Natasha flourished, received a crunchy tip for smart thinking and quietly disappeared.

Vova enjoyed eating a croissant with a gentle almond cream, washed down with hot chocolate and thought. I thought Vova about how good it would be to smear this cream on Julia and Nastya in interesting places, and then lick them both.
Someone called Dmitry.
- Yes, I will - he answered the phone. - Sorry, baby, business. Natasha!
Lowland Natasha appeared right there.
- Count - she immediately gave the account.
Dmitry paid off. He crammed some crunchy pieces of paper separately into Natasha’s pocket in his work trousers and honored her with a slap on the ass.

- Well done, girl - he got up. “My guest may be here as he pleases.”
It was an order, not a request or a wish.
- Of course - Natasha carefully looked at Vova. - If you need anything, ... Read more →