Very soon the charges were completed. Putting a rather weighty bag with “props” in the trunk, and holding the car door open, I was once again surprised how easily Tanya changes her image.

At the medical center, she is a busily-indifferent, completely calm nurse physiologist. A minimum of cosmetics, uniform, tired, bored look, utmost brevity. She even seemed older than her thirty-five.

When she went to the kitchen, the blue stocking disappeared by magic, and a caring housewife appeared, with a towel on her hair and a thin, worn, but so comfortable dressing gown. Warm, homely, soft.

On the loggia, in the evening, with wine and a pipe - a cheerful and romantic girl looking at the world with wide-open gray eyes, ready for hours to listen to fairy tales about bright stars, salty wind and rocks heated by the southern sun.

About how Tanya changed in bed - and there is nothing to say. The first image is a powerful, aggressive and tough, strong woman. Scarlet lipstick, contrasting shadows, luxurious black stockings with a lace belt, and her panties, pushed into my mouth as a gag. She knows what she wants. She is on top all the time, she controls and leads. And you generally be pleased that you are allowed to lick such a woman, and you should start with the toes.

The second image, the wildest contrast with the first, completely tearing pattern. Just now she almost raped you, but at the moment of rest, it is worth taking the initiative, as the queen’s place is taken by a gentle, obedient girl, submissively, even with some embarrassment and shyness, spreading her legs under the male onslaught. White closed bodice, “weekly” panties, lowered gaze, half-open waiting lips, humility in front of such a frightening, but inevitable, penetration.

The third image is Tanya plus a strapon. Here her main emotions are fun, curiosity and passion. Having fastened a toy, the woman gave way to a child - a rattling fusion of desire to dominate and tender care, and not a drop of shyness, no taboo topics, the embodiment of immediacy and openness. Slowly rubbing my butt, she asked about sexual experiences, she told funny cases from more than rich practice, learned what kind of underwear she had most to her face, to her chest and to her ass.

The next image is, of course, the Mistress. Yes, I ran into him only once and could not feel all the facets of this incarnation of Tannin nature. She did not have time to turn around to the full. But even in those short minutes I saw a desire to dominate, driven into an absolute. And all the feelings generated by this unsatisfied desire - burning cruelty, icy anger, repression, painful tweaks, orders, lashing and some sticky, lumpy, salty blood taste, lust. Something from the darkest depths of nature. Sex is not even as a means of satisfying the basest animal instincts, but as a means of humiliation and violence, as evidence of power. I remember - I shudder.

And now ... Now a classic business lady was getting into the car. A pencil skirt just below the knees, a white shirt, a clutch bag, a barely noticeable make-up - even now in a “negotiation”, for a meeting, provide a big deal.

Silent "gray" nurse. Chirping caring housewife. Humming something from Blackmores Knight, a romantic girl. Strict business woman. Sexy regal vamp.

Embodied innocence with clenched knees. Direct curiosity with a strap-on advantage. And, of course, BDSM Mrs., perverted sadistic lust. This is just what I learned during the week of dating.

- Tanya, you would have more points.You know, those with thin arms and rectangular glass.

- You think? - turning the rear-view mirror to her, catching the scattered light of the white night, Tanya examined herself carefully, clearly imagining how to complement the image of such an accessory. Presented to her like, because of which I was awarded a warm smile, for a moment, "broke" business image.

- Thank you, honey. A good idea.

With astonishment, I realized that I was not at all distracted by her appeal to me in the feminine gender. Just for Tanya, a curious child, I am not a man. For this image of her I am a girlfriend, a friend. That is why the treatment as a girl, that is why strapon and, basically, oral sex, that is why openness in completely “female” topics, and therefore the absence of any embarrassment. Well, what an embarrassment before a girlfriend then? Even the fact that she arranged for me and Victor - it was precisely the satisfaction of curiosity and the game. And how will my friend look on the male member? Oh, and look like it tongue works, as it swallows on the very basis. We can say that, in fact, Victor was not an active man for us, but a sort of “revived strap-on,” a heated toy and a semen that Tanya fucked me with. Maybe that’s why I didn’t perceive sex with him as homosexual at all - all evening I was a partner only for Tanechka, and only her members, of various shapes and sizes, had fun and romped with my mouth and ass.

So, if for this image I am a girlfriend, then for a nurse I am a client. It's all quite simple. There are hundreds of customers. The less you strain a doctor with yourself, the better.

For a housewife - husband. I could not understand why I wanted to ask Tanya for an apron and wash the dishes. And the creaking door to the loggia unnerved me much more than the same at home.

For romance, a traveler who has seen the world, a sort of Indiana Jones, a wry grin, stubble, a dusty hat, a heap of adventures and tales, and another obligatory colt in a worn holster low on the hips.

In bed ... So ... Yeah.

For the vamp - an enthusiastic boy who can be turned around as he wants and ready for the sake of such a gorgeous woman for any nonsense. Well, yes, I remember with what admiration I looked from the bottom up to the smugly smiling beauty, carefully licking her sex lips, and how I tried to guess the slightest desire of a woman sitting on a royal party on my face.

For an innocent girl - heh, the male dream, alpha male, "Tarzan", "Casanova" and "Tamerlan" in one person. With what a sense of superiority I entered into her quivering felts in anticipation, felts in caution, womb. How, how - I achieved, I could, I won. Hmm ... well, as it turns out, it is easy to manage men.

Well, Madam. For her, no more than a powerless slave, a limp rag. And also a fallen victim, a toy to satisfy the most perverted fantasies. Shock, confusion, overwhelming feeling of helplessness and weakness. Then she immediately dragged me to the rack for spanking, or nailed to the posts of the bed, do not give me a break under the guise of a question - I would not say so and did not. It was impossible to resist her, to leave the role himself - there was neither time nor energy. It would have whimpered, meekly accepting a monstrous black penis in a wounded, bloody ass.

Bridges have not yet been brought down, so I had to return at the western expressway. Tanya even fell asleep, and only the squeak of the transponder and the muffled "turn right" from the navigator did not allow her to fall asleep completely. At home - a shower, heated towels, and one big cup of tea with milk for two. And then a bed, a light warm blanket, and a tired woman who pressed her back to me and bare ass. Tanya preferred to sleep only naked, and, if possible, curled up not only in the blanket, but also in my hands.

- Tanya? - I scatteredly stroked my beauty on the legs, sometimes running over the tummy, but not even trying to caress the chest, between the legs, or, God forbid, the loins. No seduction - a simple relaxing massage.

- Yes, cat.- she lifted her head a bit, settling herself more comfortably on my arm.

- Tell me, what would have happened if I didn’t kiss you ... well ... in that room?

- In the game? When did I suggest you choose whipping or fucking? - catching my palm like that ...