want to buy or pay for damage. - Negro grinned.
- I do not understand how Mr. Kevin? Summer asked, although in her heart she knew with a shiver what she would have to do.
- In this case, you'll get $ 5 per blowjob slut. You will serve customers until a sufficient amount is collected to cover the cost of cleaning the dress.
“But Mr. Kevin ...” Summer mumbled. In the car is a wallet. I can go after him and pay you right away.

The woman felt a shiver in her body as if the room was cold. She wrapped her arms around her shoulders, feeling the barely noticeable hairs on her forearms bristling.

“Well, look for the fool.” You will go out the door and jump into the car and leave me with this dress and problems with the owner.
“No ... no ... I promise ... I will pay you ... I have money ... I didn’t even think to run away ..." Summer snapped, feeling the panic sweep over her.
- You have a simple task white bitch! - evil hissed Kevin grabbing a woman by the chin sticking from his sperm and lifting her head up. As soon as a male member appears in one of the holes, you begin to suck it. Bringing him to orgasm but in no way swallow. In this case, you can even uditsya and obatsya herself. I saw how you like it! - the guy is already a little tired of this game and he wanted to quickly finish with this lustful fool. Sperm will spit here. He poked a tall, cone-shaped martini glass on the floor beneath one of the holes. Let's work bitch! - he finished threateningly and left the room.

The door slammed shut, the electronic lock clicked, and Summer was left alone in the gloom of a close garret.

***

Hearing the click of Summer, she was shocked and barely resisted the urge to rush to the door and drum into her fists.

Cab number 3 was a special place. Bill brought here whores from his harem to punish them, have fun or just earn a couple of hundred dollars, teach an obedience lesson, as is the case with Summer, so the door was locked from the outside.

She stepped up to the door frame and nervously tugged on the handle.

- Mr. Kevin, come back. Come back please, I promise that I will pay you as much as you ask for, ”she said in a dead voice, pressing her cheek against the door.

The seller did not hear her, he immediately returned to the hall. The experience of the white bitch did not bother him, he got his and now he just wanted to sit on a chair and watch porn. Sitting on his favorite chair, he opened a laptop monitor, went to the cab control menu, and started streaming video to cab number 3. One of his favorite Japanese films. These narrow-eyed bastards always amazed Kevin with their irrepressible imagination.

Summer, who was still leaning against the door, almost crying, noticed a color play over her back and turned around. Three large plasma panels lit up on the wall in front of the right and left, color stripes followed them, and then a clear picture appeared.

Pressing her fingers to her lips, Summer, with horror, saw on the screen a room that looked very much like a smaller copy of her school class. There are various reproductions on the walls, a large blackboard covered with chalk on the wall by the door, a few meters away there are three rows of school desks with young people in black pants and white uniform shirts behind them. The teacher's desk is on the left by the window, just like her and a short, slim woman of 25 years old. Pronounced eastern appearance, slanted expressive eyes, small elegant nose, triangular chin. Eyes hid behind the glasses fashionable little glasses. Black straight hair pulled at the back of the head in a bushy horse tail.The clothes are strict conservative, black jacket under which is visible a white blouse with ruffles on the chest, straight skirt to the knees, slender legs in black tights are shod in sharp-toed shoes with a low heel. Holding the pointer in her hand, the woman explained something to the boys sitting in front of her in an unfamiliar Summer language. Judging by the pupils' faces and some details, a Japanese school class was displayed on the screen.

Summer turned to the center screen with her whole body and pressed her back to the door.

The teacher on the screen went between the rows reading something from an open book in her hands. Going to the last desk in the right lane, she strangely looked at the guy sitting alone. He grinned and winked at her. The woman stopped for an instant, interrupting the reading, even turned pale slightly, turned her back to him and slowly moved back.

She behaved quite naturally and Summer unwittingly imagined herself in her place. She also loved walking up and down the rows between the desks, reading to her students fragments from classical works. Summer even sniffed out the peculiar smell usually found in the classroom, dust, books, parquet floors. She realized that in one day she missed the school and her class of English language and literature. Summer stared at the screen, stroking her right throat with her palm, completely forgetting that she was standing completely naked in a small closet of an adult store.

When the teacher reached her desk and turned around, she moved back in the guy's hand. On the last desk, an elongated plastic box the size of a pack of cigarettes appeared. He pressed on the barely noticeable button and smiled contentedly when he saw the green diode flashed. The woman who was halfway to him, interrupted reading stumbled, stealthily looked back at the class and something shortly ordered. Pupils unanimously opened notebooks and began to write. The woman moved forward again, but now much slower, she continued to read aloud, constantly casting alarmed glances at the student at the end of the series.

Japanese women had brown eyes with an unusually large iris. Summer realized this only now when the teacher’s face was shown on the screen in close-up. Pure white skin with two small moles above the upper lip. Summer saw sweat beading on her high forehead and squeezed her own throat with her fingers, sighing heavily. Everything that happened eerily reminded her of her own situation. That insolent guy on Todd's back row, a box in his hands is a console from a vibrator egg.

On the screen, the guy pressed another button on the remote and the color of the diode changed to red. The teacher stopped involuntarily leaning forward. Her face was distorted by genuine flour, she put her hands on her knees, almost dropping a book and shook her head, staring at the guy. He with a grin moved his finger and two red diodes were already lit on the device. Stepping carefully, as if afraid of losing something, the woman approached his desk and leaned even lower, quickly whispering in Japanese, pleadingly pressing her hand to her chest.

Summer saw the guy waving an imperative hand with a few harsh phrases. It seemed to her that he was now spitting in the face of the teacher with such rage had distorted his face. The woman turned and walked slowly down the aisle. She barely rearranged her legs, constantly convulsively bending, grabbing herself by the stomach and at the same time trying to read the text in a mournful breaking voice. The rest of the class continued to write diligently without raising their heads. Summer reflexively put her palm on the bottom of her stomach, remembering what kind of cramps in the vagina caused the vibrator that Todd used, on the gauge shown in close-up, the third fourth and fifth diodes consistently caught fire. The teacher turned up her left leg and she almost fell frantically clutching the edge of the nearest desk. Her knees were half-bent in motion, almost continuously squeezing and unclenching. On the big screen it was perfectly visible how the muscles of the calf and thigh muscles are trembling. She continued to walk slowly forward, stumbling over and over again.The voice became thinner, broke, she made long pauses between words and periodically rubbed her throat by tugging at the collar of a white blouse.

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