Summer internally colder.
- I do not know what it is about. I'm not interested. He just asked you to send this to you and added that, besides you, all people in this address book will receive this file. So the upcoming Wednesday will be your last day of work at school and probably the final chord of your marriage.

Sandy saw a woman deathly pale. Her face froze. She bit her lower lip, her hands clenched in fists. For a moment, the girl thought that the teacher would now rush at her with her fists. She had absolutely no idea what Todd was referring to, but by the sight of Summer she understood that this was something very piquant and destructive.

- Mrs. Sandy, I beg of you do not need to force me to go to the sex shop. - Summer has hotly whispered, grabbing the mulatto by the hand. Just tell Master-T that I did it, and then somehow I will settle the problems with him!
“I think Master T left clear instructions for you.” - the mulatto answered coldly, tearing her hand out of the brunette's fingers, wet from excitement. You should go to the shop "Fantasies for adults." You should wear the same clothes you wore at school today. You must return to my salon before it closes, that is, by 8 o'clock in the evening. You must leave all your belongings and handbag with me. You can take this credit card with you and nothing else. In the store you come to a man who will stand behind the counter. He is waiting for you and will give you further instructions. It's already 17-20 and I'm thinking you should hurry not to get even more problems for a sweet ass. Sandy smiled wryly. So ... are you going to follow the instructions or do I need to call Todd?

Summer wanted to die right now right here. She had no way out, she physically could not allow Todd to ruin her own life even despite the fact that more and more people she didn’t know were involved in her shame. Now he threatened her with some kind of videotaping, and Summer grew cold with fear, completely unaware of who had managed to shoot her this afternoon in the school bathroom and what this could turn out to be. Perhaps Todd lied, but she could not risk it. Fear of losing her job and her husband made Summer obedient and silk ready for any insane acts.

Piercing on the nipples and genital lips was a trifle to which her husband would not pay attention, most likely he will even like it, but if he finds out that his beloved little wife is a slutty slut, satisfying himself in every possible way, capable of arranging a perverse presentation even in the school where he works for James it will be a shock, he will divorce her without a doubt and make it impossible for her to see the children.

- Yes, Ms. Sandy. I am ready to fulfill the order of the master-T - said Summer deaf.
- Well, fine. - the mulatto smiled broadly. Here is a list of items you need to buy. After that, you will return to me and I will check whether you bought everything correctly. You must return before the salon closes, otherwise I’ll just throw your handbag out onto the street.
- No, no ... no need to do that. I will definitely be back before closing.

Sandy handed Summer a note with the list and added that she needed to hand it to the seller at the store, he would take care of the rest. Then she stepped aside carefully watching the woman refreshing her make-up in front of the mirror, making sure that it was bright and loud enough and fully corresponded to the image of a whore. Then she demanded that the teacher be removed from the salon.

She spent Summer before the threshold, finally recalling again that she should be back before 8.Summer most of all was afraid that there would be visitors near the registration desk, but fortunately there was no one there and the woman stepped into the street involuntarily slouching to hide her blouse at every step, she squeezed the floors and moved them along the street in the direction indicated by Sandy. Ahead, there was a bright, overflowing signboard of a sex shop behind tinted windows, which she was waited for by regular tests. The woman did not experience such shame or when in life.

She could barely move her legs.

- What are you doing with me bastard! - muttered the woman looking around in agony ...

***

The Fantasy for Adults store has been located in Down Town for more than 15 years. He was surrounded by a whole scattering of tattoo parlors, lingerie stores, tanning salons, a cinema where films for adults and several stock stores were shown. The building belonged to Bill Fraser. A few years ago, the owner of a sex shop got into a difficult situation by getting involved in a muddy fraud with securities and Bill became the owner of the store for almost nothing.

He was well versed in the sex industry as he owned a whole network of strip bars and similar stores on the other side of the city in a much less prestigious area. This part of the city was favorably distinguished by the absence of beggars, gangs of colored adolescents, so Bill was able to turn “Fantasies for adults” into a store for wealthy people, where visitors came in with incomes above average. Of course, muddy, strange personalities wandered here, whose presence in this kind of business was simply impossible to avoid, but this did not harm the reputation.

Bill Fraser is a very large, mature man of almost two meters tall, with ever-tousled blond hair and the same almost white, sloppy, disheveled beard. In recent years, he has ceased to follow the weight and gained 110 kilograms. In his youth, the man was actively involved in sports and even played a defender for the state football team. Then he actively engaged in buying real estate gradually overgrown with a wide variety of connections in this often criminal segment of the market. Investing in the sex industry did not bring the greatest income, but often helped in the conduct of the main business since Bill was now well-versed in the secret passions of the local rich, and even began to collect dirt on them.

Recently, he began to provide his friends a new service. Businessmen who were far from their wives always needed something to defuse and relieve tension. And the best way to relieve stress in the opinion of Bill were gorgeous women. He had a fairly large circle of regular customers and formed something like a closed men's club, where it was impossible to get people from the outside. Most of them appreciated in women submission, desire to obey, and of course the ability to keep silent about what was happening. Bill was not a great psychologist, but he understood his clients perfectly well. Predators, sharks in business heading for competitors, often falling, not afraid to shed blood, they also wanted to subjugate and humiliate in the bedroom, but with an absolute guarantee without the risk of getting a response in the face.

Bill has a fairly large base of women of a certain behavior, and with the development of the Internet, the search for new ones has become even easier. Strangely enough, most often this turned out to be quite well-to-do married ladies - bored housewives who wish to bring a drop of pepper into their everyday life. So the stable, as he called the women's base, was regularly replenished with new female faces. At the moment, he had women of all ages, including even several graduates of a local school who were employed in their own salons - tanning and more than 10 married ladies who liked to break bans from time to time.

For especially demanding customers, there were two obedient to all ready-to-be whores who lived in the center of the city could go to the customer at any time of the day or night on the first call. These were not prostitutes who deliberately chose this type of income. Not at all.Bill himself made from quite normal women complete slut. It took him several months to break them psychologically. One of them was married at the time when he came across her ad on a dating site. She just wanted to have fun on the side of diversifying boring family life. At first, Bill did not even believe that she could make an ideal slut out of her. However, everything turned out to be enough ... Read more →