a broad-shouldered, stocky man came down from the top shelf. Under loud cheers and hooting comrades, he finally knocked over a stack of brandy, and, quite rubbing, palms closer to Catherine. Judging by his befuddled look, he didn’t care who was in front of him. Well-known TV presenter or saleswoman Nadia from a local liquor store. Taking the woman by the arms, he lifted her from the bench, turning his back to him, and facing the rest of the peasants. His strong arms, pressing down on fragile shoulders, made her lean forward, bending at the waist, forcing her to stand on straight, straight legs, holding onto the canopy. Next came a few biting slaps on the protruding wet ass and another explosion of male laughter. Sticking callused fingers into Catherine's steep thighs, in one sharp movement he entered the woman at full length, stretching her pussy to the limit with a massive head. Soon the room of the steam room was filled with feminine stifled moans and men's rattles accompanied by savory impacts of the sweaty bodies. However, this idyll did not last so long. A few minutes later another man joined the couple. In the face of a woman, a member appeared, unexpectedly rushing between her painted lips.

Catherine jerked when a sticking out member with a large open head suddenly appeared in front of her face and tried to turn away, but someone’s strong hand grabbed her hair and wound them around her fist and pulled her head to his groin.

The woman screamed, but the member with an effort overcame the resistance of her compressed lips penetrated into her mouth, and so instantly filled it all up. Catherine choked when the head rested on her throat, but the hand on her nape did not let go and continued to press until her nose rested against the black curly hair in the man's groin.

Holding her so in the extreme position for half a minute, he eased the pressure, allowing her to move her head independently, but continuing to hold her hair, setting the pace and not letting her spit out the penis.

- Ooohhh fuck what a nipple ... He gasped enough, when Catherine's lips tightly swept the trunk rhythmically moved there and there. - Let the tongue work harder, what am I supposed to teach you to suck dick?

Men especially did not stand on ceremony with the TV presenter. For them, she was another whore on call. Sleek, beautiful, rich, but a whore ... Therefore, her treatment was appropriate. The next thirty minutes were the longest and most humiliating in her career. About any decency and pride of speech is no longer going. Catherine was allowed in a circle. One member in her vagina was replaced by another, and her mouth systematically received more and more thick servings of sperm. Fingers roughly stuck into the supple flesh of the breast, tearing nipples, twisting them and pulling them. And her ass regularly received savory slaps and blushed noticeably. But this was not enough for them. One of the men squeezed a liquid soap into the palm of his hand and began to lubricate her anus abundantly. Slightly developing his fingers, he began to push his dick into the narrow anus, which, of course, did not want to squeeze in any way. However, everything was resolved thanks to brute physical strength. Catherine's painful moans and sobs only provoked the man more, who began to drive her to his dick with strong blows to the very depths of her ass.

From pain and humiliation tears flowed from the eyes of the stream, smearing expensive cosmetics. Catherine sobbed and whined like a battered little dog, and when an overweight man leaning on her from behind began to push her dick into her anus with force, moving her hips as if she was hammering a pile, she no longer restrained screaming.

- What are you shouting bitch ... Puffed behind a man, already half the length drove a member into her anus and is not going to stop there. - I have dozens of such zhopok, right now everything will be fucking ... And I redoubled my efforts, which made it dark in Catherine's eyes, and it seemed that molten lead was poured into the anus. - Ooohhh and tight ass, I love these ...

The limp body of a woman deep into the night satisfied the most sophisticated fantasies of men. Someone was already fed up and, lounging, rather watched from the side, as the younger and more resilient comrades fucked the poor woman, not letting her holes cool. Soon the whole company moved to the waiting room, where she continued to get drunk almost until dawn. Catherine left to lie in the steam room, which, by that time had cooled. From time to time she was visited to satisfy her “male need”.

- Katyukh ... Well, you fell apart! - Aleksey snapped at the steam room.

“It's almost six in the morning!” Get dressed, pack your things! During the night the road covered with snow, it is unknown how else to take you to the airport ... The man returned to the waiting room and began to wake one of his subordinates.

- Dima ... Dima, wake up ... Come on, get up ... go to Murmansk ...

Voices drove Catherine out of oblivion into which she failed only in the morning, when the men who were full of alcohol and her body finally passed out, leaving her alone. She had time to pump up so much sperm that she flowed out of her holes on the shelves, on which she lay knees pressed to her chest and shuddered with sobs choking her, until fatigue finally took its own allowing her to forget.

A rude impulse to her shoulder brought her to consciousness and raising a dull look at Alexei, she did not immediately understand what they wanted from her, having decided that the next “lover” again came to her to have fun. But instead, she was unceremoniously pushed out of the steam room, hurling her things under her feet, which she frantically pulled on driven by Alexey’s irritated shouts.

Stepping out on her legs and holding the wall to keep her balance, she inhaled with delight the fresh, frosty air, which, after a cramped steam room, saturated with smells of sweat, alcohol and sperm, seemed to her simply divine.

Still not believing until the end that this night was finally over, she stumbled back to the car, mechanically throwing her fur coat over her shoulders, which someone from the service staff brought to her.

Alexey sat the woman in the still cold and cold Uaz, while the driver finished smoking a cigarette. He took a purse and casually pulled out two bundles of banknotes from there and handed them to Catherine. Then he reached into his pocket and took out a few crumpled bills "for tea."

- Katyukh, you are a good woman ... Manerna only, but it is okay. If I had stayed with us for a week, I would have knocked this metropolitan arrogance off of you, ”Alexey laughed hoarsely, breathing in the fumes of a woman.

- By the way, my comrade will have an anniversary next year ... a colonel in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, such a man! - Alexey pulled his thumb up.

- Will you come? I will organize everything! Money is not a problem, you know me ...

“Okay, family, hello to my husband,” waving goodbye, the man sat in his service Mercedes.

- I'll think about it ... Catherine muttered, flopping weakly in the backseat of a battered UAZ. Why are there Uazik ... She was ready now to walk from here through the snow to Murmansk, just to get out of here and forget that night.

She nevertheless took the money, thrusting the wrinkled banknotes somewhere in her purse on the machine, where Aleksey's business card, which seemed to have lost all interest in it, went and followed me loudly back to my health after yesterday's Alcorathon.

“Yes, what would I be ... Yes, once more ...“ Only the same thought was spinning in her head, while the loose machine was jumping on the bumps of local roads. If at first thoughts of revenge came to her, by the morning they disappeared. There wasn’t even enough for my husband to find out about this ... And if someone from the cops gets information in the media? No, really ... Just get out of my head and forget. Pretend that it was just a nightmare after alcohol abuse ...