The hot stream of water washed her already completely clean body, but she continued to rub it, carefully checking all the nooks and crannies. She started again from the face, smoothly moving to the neck, then her hands gently clasped both hemispheres of the breast, slightly lingering on the nipples, the eighth paid special attention just like that, for pleasure. Then the hands slid along the stomach and went down to the crotch, but did not stop there for a long time and quickly moved on to rubbing the buttocks.

“I’m still preoccupied ahead of time, I know what’s not necessary, but I want to,” she finished with a sigh.

Nineteenth silently agreed with her. Their lust just got out of control, it was worth slightly stroking nipples, not to mention the pussy, as the desire flashed and demanded all the attention, some girls had already begun to satisfy him right here, on the spot, although for the time being the feeling of shame made them turn away and do it with your back to the rest of the slaves. Although both friends rightly decided that it was better to take it up to Mrs. Wanda’s classes, “there you have a crush on your will,” as the eighth noted yesterday. Although this was the second part of the problem, a spark of excitement flared up suddenly, and there wasn’t enough of a fuse until the end of all classes.

- Everything is already, clean, calm down, - the nineteenth finished rubbing the back of a friend.
- It is better to be safe, I do not want to repeat the fate of the twentieth, - retorted the eight, - and besides, I like the process. Even excites.
- It’s exciting because the doctors of this institution have turned your body into one flat erogenous zone and water procedures, I suspect, there’s nothing to do with it.
“I'll take that as a plus.” Turn around, - the brunette picked up the soap in her hand and began to rub her friend's back, - Oh, it's easy to trace.

The staff brought the twentieth, she looked deplorable, her hair stuck together from the dirt, the dirty body covered with a layer of sand, and here and there some clods stuck to the body. For the small, unwashed spot on her face, she had already slept for the fifth night in “Fucking puddle, into which she is constantly poured water so that she can feel the beauty of cleanliness,” as the girl herself told her, the man who had first thrown her there said. So the fears of the eighth against this background were fully justified.

Having finished with the morning procedures, the girls came out of the sleeping rooms, it was time to start classes. The schedule for these few days did not change dramatically, except that a visit to the room with an enema was added. But today, it seems, Master and Mrs. Wanda decided to combine their classes, since both of them were waiting in the office with the sex inventory.

Nineteenth jumped on a member for now ... She did not remember how much, it was not up to the counting time. And all this time, the teachers did not forget to make their changes to this process. They practiced the pose of a rider, already the fourth variation, before the nineteenth hit here and did not assume that sex was so variable. Now it was necessary to lie back and with his hands on it, move the pelvis. Orgasm girl got two poses back, so that the process did not go very smoothly. The right cheek was burned with a blow.

- Do not wrinkle your face, let him express pleasure, but not hard work.
“Yes, master,” the nineteenth did not slow down, but she still tried to give her face a relaxed expression, even covering her eyes slightly.
- Do not think that any one part of the body is important, - the master continued, but louder to everyone, - Do not think that if you are sitting on top, only the movements and your vagina are important. The whole image matters, how you look, then what position you are sitting in, your position of the body, how you end up. The whole picture is important and some of you will become a masterpiece, while others will work hard.

Some slaves exchanged glances, for them it sounded new and incomprehensible, it seems only the nineteenth understood what the master is talking about, thanks to the neighborhood of Paw.

Two dozen women polished phalluses attached to the floor, moans and squeals filled the entire space, and two people walked between these rows of lust and seemed like prospectors in the rock looking for this very nugget.

“And the girl was completely sold out,” the lady noted.
- I see. Your job?

- They are all my work, but with C grade we have already managed to work out individually.

The third, and with some frenzy, really raped her phallus, and her expression was like that of a predator, who had already driven her prey, and now she would finish it off, which is surprising in itself, given its overall miniature. Finally, the prey fell into the hands, or rather in the crotch. The girl rolled her eyes and, squeaking slightly, plopped down on the floor.

- Do you think to do it? - Master turned to a colleague.
“I’ll give her a chance, we’ll see if it’s possible that it’s worth it,” Wanda replied. “Finished, get up.”

Slaves began to rise from their instruments, in some places even a sigh of disappointment was heard, apparently did not have time to reach the next orgasm.

“You did a good job, in time, first-class whores will come out of you,” the lady finished in her usual manner.

In response, the girls thanked for the lesson in unison.

“Sit down,” the master suddenly ordered.

It was the first time these days when they were ordered to sit down, the girls did not immediately respond. Fortunately, the Nineteenth remembered Paw, the lesson of a short neighbor was remembered with her. First, she knelt, then folding her arms, thereby supporting her chest from the sides, giving them volume, gently sat on her feet. This did not escape the attention of the master, he nodded briefly, it turned out to be even pleasant.

“Words are as important as actions,” the master walked between the rows, “express gratitude for everything and win to yourself much faster,” with these words he slapped the nineteenth with a span.

From the mouth of a slave already wanted to get out offended cry "For what ?!", but she managed to drive him back in time to the throat. Instead, she only gently licked her hurt lip.

“Thanks for the lesson, master,” came out in one breath from her mouth.
- Hm, and the bitch quickly grabs, capable, - noted the lady, - Take her?
- We'll see.

“You look fucked up,” the eighth made her verdict.
- You are not better, nothing there is not erased? - retorted girlfriend
- Nothing, I have something to recover, - the eighth threw another piece of food in his mouth.

It was absolutely true, the girls quickly noticed that the device gave out different portions and the proportion of the eight was the biggest.

- Look just do not fat.
“I work out everything in training,” the brunette finished off her leftovers, “well, it's time to take a breath and for iron.

On the nineteenth street no longer led, but simply accompanied, she meekly went out into the open and went to the specified place. This time she got the same position that the troika had on that ill-fated day. With her ass sticking out, she stood for a minute, and then turned resolutely on her back, legs spread wide, let them look, and she would still need her strength. The slave woman closed her eyes and tried to doze off.

A friend, as always, did not lie, while the others performed an already familiar set of exercises, Marcus took up the eight in full, she laid out for three. After completing the training, the teacher ordered her to stay and the nineteenth was waiting for her in the hallway. Finally she came out, on the eighth face was an anxious expression on her face.

- What happened, asked the blonde girlfriend.
The eighth was silent for a while.
- We're friends? She finally said.
- Of course.
- And we support each other in a difficult moment?
- It's all a hard hard moment. Will you tell what happened?
- Maybe then, this is too personal. But I need your support, - the brunette pointed to a fountain to drink, - Teacher Marcus advises us to drink more. Let's go to the fountain. Only I am the first.

The eighth walked to the specified place exactly as the master taught, gently, smoothly and gracefully wagging his hips. When she reached the place, she erotically bent to a trickle of water, sticking her ass out and drank a sip.

- Will you make sexier? - She smiled, wiping off the remnants of water from her chin.
Both slaves laughed. But the challenge was accepted, they in turn approached the place for drinking, trying to make it more and more diverse in erotic ways. This turned out to be an unexpected relief for both of them, although they caught surprised and even contemptuous views from other slaves a couple of times.

- What are you doing? - The girls turned to the third voice, it turned out to be that miniature third.
“Playing the game“ Make the water hot ”, - the eight answered fervently,“ do you want with us? ”