I woke up from the melody on my mobile phone. I just opened my eyes, when I saw in front of me, on the arm of the sofa, where I had fallen asleep, a gift from Sergey. I carried out his order and opened the velvet box after getting into the car. It was a gold chain and pendant. The chain is beautiful, but nothing special does not differ from those that have been worn for many years. I was more interested in the pendant, and maybe the emblem. The internal fields are black, edging and separating the curves, golden, with holes in each black field. The curves are similar to the technical image of the blades, the direction of rotation is counterclockwise. Looking closely, I found some resemblance to the Yin-Yang emblem.

Looking up from the emblem, she reached out and took the phone.

- Are you sleeping? - I heard the voice of Sergei, from whom the dream immediately took off like a hand.

- Yes, I fell asleep.

- Put yourself in order, now you will bring another one of my gifts. There you will read my desire, - and the conversation stopped, after which, it seemed to me, dead, silence.

I sat up and stretched. Arriving home, without removing the dress, pounced on her "pussy", so hungry for my skillful fingers. And when the body pierced a strong orgasm, she fell helplessly onto the sofa, and only a few minutes later she fell asleep. Sexual and psychological stress of the last hours, finished my body, sucking a lot of energy and strength.

Already stepping on the first step, going to the second floor, I heard the signal of an intercom, and that hour remembered another promised gift. A minute later I was standing near the gate, where the messenger handed me a large box. I like to delay pleasures, and therefore, I first decided to go to the shower and then open the gift.

I stood in front of the bed clean, and pampered, bath. On the head of a turban from a towel, and naked body. The fact that in the box, something from clothes or linen, did not doubt for a second. Only this interest has not diminished, quickly opened the box and pulled out the contents.

In it lay openwork, black set of linen, consisting of a bra and panties. When I got it, I felt the tenderness of the fabric, admired the magnificent work. Such a thing could only belong to a global brand. When I read the manufacturer, I was pleasantly surprised. I have never worn underwear from Agent Provocateur, an English company that literally broke into the fashion world, having won a worthy and deserved place.

Wearing a gift, went to the mirror, and looked curiously into the reflection. Through the openwork, the chest and pubis were seductively visible. Being pleased with what she saw, she reached for the dress she had chosen from her wardrobe.

Near the box lay a note, carelessly thrown after reading. It gave me instructions to put on my underwear, and where to go, and most importantly, the exact time. This time I was not going to be late again, and called a taxi in advance, better wait, than come later.

In the car, I sat in the front seat. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the taxi driver's thrown gaze on my legs, and the short dress bared almost completely my hips. A little imp woke up in me, and I shifted on the seat, as if settling in more comfortably, knowing that the hem of my manipulations would creep even harder. I wanted the driver to see the edge of the panties and, probably, went to think or dream about me.

The purpose of the trip was luxury housing. The new building was located on the river bank, with its own beach, underground parking, and tennis courts. Five minutes remained until the appointed time, which was fine with me. Having settled in with the taxi driver, I went to the entrance, feeling the carnivorous look of the man on me, in order to give him the pleasure of “turning on” my waking gait, working hard on my ass.I had to stand at the intercom for a minute, when there were two minutes left before the designated hour, I dialed the number that was indicated in the accompanying note.

Clicking on the input call, she tried to calm herself, everything was bubbling with excitement and timidity in me. The door was opened by Sergey himself in a black suit without a tie, as always immaculately shaved, with the scent of expensive cologne. Having missed me in a huge hallway, he gallantly kissed her hand, and then she was vulgar, grabbed her ass, and so hard that it hurt me. And as if nothing had happened, he took his arm and led him into the next room. She was a square living room in a classic style. With a huge, heavy chandelier, where the candles are in the form of candles, there are thick curtains on the windows, oak parquet on the floor, two huge sofas, an armchair and a semi-antique coffee table, or maybe it was the work of the last century.

We sat on the sofa, on the table there was a bucket under the champagne, and two, while empty glasses. Pouring sparkling wine, handed me mine.

- For us! - made a simple toast, and drinking in one gulp to the bottom.

I drank mine until it was empty, I felt alcohol vapors in my head for an hour.

“You have a beautiful apartment,” she said, in order to interrupt the prolonged pause.

- I know, she likes all women who visited her.

- And a lot of these? - something stung me inside.

Is jealousy? She was taken aback by this!

- Are you jealous? - Smiled, asked the owner of housing.

- No, of course, I have a husband to be jealous, - I almost sincerely smiled.

“I don’t want you to touch on the subject of your married life without my desire,” the eyes of the eyes, captivatingly playful, turned sharply steel, but still beautiful. - Do you understand me?

“Yes,” she replied shortly, feeling that this was exactly what was needed at that moment, for which she deserved his contented smile, and a return to the sweet talk.

“And there have been many women in these walls,” continued the interrupted topic, looking into my eyes, trying to understand my feelings.

“What I don’t doubt for a second, I just wanted to know the amount,” I said ironically.

He did not like this answer, it was read by his facial expressions. Sergey poured us glasses and we quickly drank. He got up and sat in a large chair, imposing and comfortable in it.

- Did you like the gift? - asked the man.

- Highly! They are lovely! Thank you very much!

- Come to me - from this imperative intonation, in the stomach, it immediately became warm.

I got up and walked over to him; he stopped me with a gesture a few meters from his chair. Inside she felt a shiver of excitement, which slowly spread throughout her body, the root of which came from the feeling of timidity, in front of him.

- Take off your dress, I want to see how the linen looks on you, - I heard another order.

She pulled her hand back and pulled the zipper on her chest. He could have been pulled over his head, but this way hardly looks sexy. Freeing her arms, she pulled down, revealing his chest under an expensive bra. My nipples are naturally stuck with excitement, and this picture came to his taste. Sergey licked his lips, and it looked so cute and even a little ridiculous, but I restrained myself, understanding how my laugh would be, by the way.

I had to put in a bit of effort, but it was done imperceptibly in order to pull it off the tight ass, and then the dress itself fell at my feet. Although downstairs I was also excited, and the first drops had time to spill on the panties, visually they remained sinlessly clean.

- You are so Beautiful! - slipped from his mouth, making my heart beat fast. - Turn around slowly, I want to admire you.

At least something, and then I stand like a statue, like I was beginning to oppress.

I began to turn to the right, slowly, as he requested, giving the male gaze an opportunity to examine my body and underwear. I was not ashamed, maybe a little awkward. I was not ashamed of my body, and loved to demonstrate it, but certainly not so intimate.

- Are you nervous? - Sergey asked when turning around several times, she caught up with him.

“Yes,” she answered frankly.

- Then caress yourself in front of me.

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