.. everything is trite. But I knew that this uybku just need to break anger on someone. There is a type of people for whom to shout and humiliate is how to fly to a resort. It's a shame that he screamed right under administrator Yana. Yana is a fucking beautiful girl, and it is not clear that she forgot all about the car wash. He called me armless nothingness, unable to earn a piece of bread. I stood and felt like mine, and without that little dick is reduced to the limit. And my eggs, at the time of his swearing are compressed to the size of peas. And this wicked fag downright buzz was testing me with a witness witch. Apparently he even got a member. This is something from monkeys, I know. And in general from the animal world. Lower the other male when the female, and then fuck this female ... what could be sweeter!

“I'll put you, bitch, on probation!” He shouted. - You will run like a clockwork here! Gandon! You can't even handle such work, cudgel! Who were you there? ... Trader? Cryptocurrency traded ?! Ahaha! No wonder you were without pants!

And then he turned to the girl and said to her in such a tender voice:

“Yanochka, make me some coffee,” and Yanochka, wagging her ass, hurried to carry out his command. - And you, fuck work! - He snapped to me.

And then I polished his fucking "Beha" and choked insult. This fagot humiliated me in front of the whole team, in front of Yana, who, by the way, was cute to me. She would hardly have become interested in me anyway, and now it’s not a damn to dream. He trampled in my dirt the already lowered dignity. But what is remarkable: he humiliated, but he broke me! Only - humiliated! And why? Just because he has such an opportunity. Because he is the owner of a large network of sinks and any other commercial fuck that a month brings him as much money as I do not earn now for my whole life. Humiliated because I depend on him. From the bunk he gives me, from the kopecks I pay. He humiliated Jana because she was his subordinate, not mine. Why not humiliate someone who can't answer you? - Surely this fag thinks. He would try to do the same with his peer status, I would see how they would put him on the bottle. After these thoughts, I even smiled and the offense gradually passed.

Shameful days went by, and at times I was fucked by how cruel people could be. Not all, of course, but sometimes such people come across that even though a nuclear bomb is blown up without regret. I was also stunned by their stupidity. It seems that I should be stupid, because it was I who laundered their expensive cars and forcedly smile, but it is they who are stupid. This, of course, greatly enrages. Sometimes it feels like the world has turned upside down, and fools have seized upon everything, and the most honest and decent people have become beggars, and went to their servants.

Administrator Yana went to the edge. It turned out the bitch is still the same. The camp guard from the concentration camp, fuck her in the mouth! Before my boss for the first time did not leave me with her, she kept with me respectfully, politely, sometimes not even as an employee, but as a partner, and after that incident everything changed dramatically. I began to apply only to the teams: “Go, the client has arrived!”, “Run, do it, do it”, “Don't stand like a pillar, work!” And stuff like that. And I, I think, was on the verge of falling in love with her. Fall in love with your dirty sadomasochistic love. But my lowest social status, or rather the awareness of myself in it - extinguished such silly motives. However, you can’t order dick, and when he thought of Jan, he became elastic. In general, with such a life, the dick got up much less often and somehow not very firmly. And about high feelings there could be no question, my living conditions ... shorter fucked up.

She made me once all night, instead of fucking my well-deserved rest !! tile floor in all boxes! There, such black knurled bands remain from the wheels, and now it has ignited a desire to remove them. I almost howled with anger. With a bucket and a cloth, I had to literally crawl on my knees and rub hard. Bitch is a hell of a job! After five minutes of rubbing, my hands are tired, but I have not even half a meter. “What are you such a creature!” - I shouted to myself.

Now, if I were with grandmothers, and would be best owned by some large company, I would gladly see this Jan as my secretary. And not just a secretary, but - a personal hole! I would have demanded that this whore fulfill all his whims. I would make her wear short skirts, fucking stockings and turn my ass in front of me. During the breaks between business negotiations, I would drive her under the table and put a member in her mouth. She would have been silk, I went to the string. I would train this fuckin '! And if she didn’t like something, the road would always be free! I would have hired such Yang for myself.

But I dreamed again. This Yana stood in front of me in tight leggings, which, I must say, looked very good on her, in stylish sneakers on the platform, and closely followed my work. She pointed out to me where I had missed a spot of oil or a trace of rubber, because she could see better from above, and drove me in a dissatisfied tone. "They say I have to lose time because of you." Fuck - she just likes it! More precisely, recently liked to humiliate me. I learned that I was a millionaire, bitch. What does she care about an ordinary worker who has been interrupted all her life by petty earnings, I am an intellectual, a white bone, I am a collapsed rich man. Nice to mock me. Some people are always interested in pushing a fallen person even deeper into the mud.

And then it dawned on me that I was, in fact, the same pig as everyone else! If I had money, I also humiliated and exploited, and also inserted a member in the throats of the weaker and more dependent. And about any morality, I would not whine, but I, for the eyes, would also have called them an obscenity. Justice is, if you have a grandmother, better a lot of grandmothers, and you are lucky. Then the world is good and all people are brothers. And poverty makes one to be evil, gloating. Poverty is a disease. This is pure horror. Bitch, how in this world everything is confusing and contradictory! Although what confusing ?! Man is evil anyway. Only the rich man splashes this anger with a smile, and the poor man with a bitter tear on his cheek.

And recently, my client was an escort who I fought at my best times. All of this important car rolled in its precocious executive car and didn't even recognize me right away.

- Oh, is that you ?! - She asked with surprise, even touching my shoulder.

- Alas, it's me.

- Why are you here? In all this robe? You are probably the boss here and just show the staff how to work? - suggested fucking skin.

I smiled a smile of rotten fish.

- What, no? !! - She opened her mouth so that I wanted to stick it in his penis. And she sucked well. There were times.

- How so? ... - This fool could not calm down. - You earned money very well ... somewhere on the Internet ... what happened?

- It's a long story. - There was no time to pussy with her. Yes, and I felt very embarrassed next to this beautiful whore in his uniform and rubber boots. If you could press a button and fall to hell, I would have done so. - How will you wash? I asked, shamefully lowering my head.

- Just so that everything was clean everywhere. Both inside and out.

- Got it.

The elite skin went away, but I already imagined how she got the phone and sent messages to all her whores who I also used to wrestle. My story is a great excuse for gossip. But, does it upset me? No, rather even happy! If they gossip, it means - they remember ... it means that they are not indifferent. And on whatever day I am, it means that I am alive!

Under the seat, I found the panties. Very beautiful. From thin elastic material, with ruches.Apparently fucked with some of his privileged client right in her car, took off and lost. I had a criminal thought - to drop those panties! I do not know why ... Read more →