“What did you think,” the eight pointed at her ribs, “Again you remember your beloved?” What was his name... ?
“Oh, Victor, take me, I'm all yours,” Troika hung theatrically on her friend's neck and rolled her eyes.
- Do not be afraid, Alina, - the eight picked up improvisation, - rely on me, I am your support from all adversity.

The girls terribly replayed and this made it even funnier, and the nineteenth could not stand it, laughed out loud. But the truth in their words was, although a month has passed, but the girl repeatedly recalled this meeting. She recalled the feelings that Victor had given her, recalled his strong hands, which gave pleasure, his words ... The best moment of her life.

- If I knew that you would constantly make fun of me, I would never have told you.
“Come on, of course you would,” the eighth winked wickedly, “as if you could hold out.”
“Here,” the troika supported, “how long were you able to hold out?” Ten minutes, and that is because you ran to us this time. "The girls that just happened to me." So it was ?, - the youngest could not keep laughter.

“Well, okay,” the blonde gave in under the pressure of arguments, “of course you would tell, you are my friends.” But now I was thinking about something else - Nineteenth nodded to the side.

It was early morning, all the girls were taking a shower and preparing for the day ahead, chatting about their own. The twentieth stood out by itself, which with difficulty, but still could turn on the water. Her hands were shackled behind her back on her wrists and at her elbows, from which she could not do the most basic things. What she would do in the dining room, it remained only to guess.

“Again, I didn’t fulfill the norm,” the eighth one looked with sympathy, “and it can get worse before the punishment.”
“Yeah, join the ranks of these,” the three pointed to the eleventh, who was already caressing herself, standing under the stream of water.
- I'll be right back.

Nineteenth went to the mountain slave. Not that she often spoke to the twentieth, but conflicts, on the other hand, never occurred between them. Slaves tried not to interfere with each other, but the blonde did not want the fate of the eleventh.

- Let me help, - without waiting for an answer, the girl set up a shower, the water became warmer and more pleasant, - That's better.
“Thank you,” the twentieth nodded slightly.
“Nothing,” the girl squeezed the gel into her hand and began to rub it over the twentieth body.

With the body she was lucky less than the nineteenth and her friends. Diet and exercise at school certainly did their job, not to mention the procedures before that, but the figure was extremely disproportionate. The incredibly wide hips immediately caught the eye, although the thinned waist even gave a certain seductive silhouette. She would be a blonde, figured, not fat woman, if the image did not spoil her breasts, which was soft and began to sag. In general, her figure resembled a pear, wide at the bottom and thinning towards the top. His face was not all smooth either, his thin nose and lips coexisted with large cheeks. The nineteenth saw girls with such a structure, it gave them a cute childish look, but not in the case of the twentieth, who almost never smiled and this made it seem as if the slave was always offended by something.

- Ask.
- Sorry? - Nineteenth for a moment stopped rubbing her body.
“You didn’t just come up like that,” the woman looked at the product, “consider me.” Compare with yourself?
“No,” the blonde slightly lost from such a tactic, “in the sense of this it turns out to be, but I didn’t want to talk about it.”
“I was fat even when we were built in that boiler room and forced to burn clothes.”

- Sorry, I do not remember, then it was not up to considering others.Everyone thought only about themselves and wondered what awaited us.
- I would have my present body, yes ten years ago, - continued the twentieth, - approximately at your age ... I would give a lot.

- It is now, do not let it drift, a little effort ...

The older slave glanced at her with a patronizing grin, as if she knew some secret that elevated her above the rest. But her face really became sweet.

“Stupid and inexperienced, and this is your most important plus,” the twentieth thought for a couple of seconds, then, collecting her thoughts, continued, “All my life I was told what to do, with whom to be friends, where to go, what path in life to choose. And I did everything without any instructions, I thought that everything would come by itself. The boys did not pay attention to me and I tried to compensate for this by diligent study. When you are a student, a phrase like “why do I need a man, I will achieve everything myself” sounds very convincing, but when you start working, stitching, come home tired in an empty house, you come to the conclusion that taking care of a man and children at home is a pretty good idea .

“It sounds sad somehow,” the nineteenth was heard as a story, “and lonely.”

- And there is. Those who say they are good to one - or lie, or never knew anything else. When someone appears in your life, you don’t want to go back to loneliness. But I was distracted, sorry. In the end, I had accumulated a baggage of fears and complexes. I knew that I needed to take care of myself and my personal life, but I could not. Just sat. All my life I was told what to do and when the time came to decide for myself, I suddenly realized that I did not know how to want and achieve something. I follow the instructions and go to the "standby" to a new order.

- And you decided that this place is just right for you? Is it too radical?

- When your style is life from a motivating kick to the same kick - that is not at all, but the last straw was that my man left me. I bought a slave.

“So there was a man after all,” Blonde smiled.
- Very short, I do not know how it happened. But that's how it ended, I now understand perfectly. He said that I did not know how to be a woman, and that I was nutty, and that I was lazy ... A lot of things said offensive. In the end, he said that I should learn from his slave how not to get it. At first, I convinced myself that he was afraid of strong women and therefore preferred to be weak-willed and obedient, but not too able to convince. A couple more years of loneliness and I decided “what am I losing” and then you rub me tied up and excited, the Twentieth chuckled.

- Sad story, - the girl finished washing her friend, - Will there be moral?

- The moral is that sitting on the lap of a man who wants and loves you - an indescribable feeling and pleasure you get more than all the office workers combined. And with its capabilities grow yours. So do not miss the time. I almost missed my own. Nous, since I don’t have enough will to do what is needed, it will dictate my body, - the twentieth glanced at the blonde, - I thank you for your help and for listening, I needed it. And now it's time to get ready.

The twentieth went to her classes, and the nineteenth returned to her friends and the three of them moved into the wing for practical exercises. It looks like the girl was too thoughtful look, because her friends almost all the way did not interrupt her thoughts.

“What did she say?” - Troika still could not stand it.
- That she specifically does not comply with the norm.
- Wants to be a doll? Drop in the third category? - the eight expressed skepticism.
“Apparently she does not take it as a drop,” the girls entered the common room, “for her it is like a way to overcome passivity.” Her lust won't let her sit back.
- Where is more? - the eight grinned, - I do not know where to go with mine, itching in the morning.
“I like it,” the threesome winked at her friend, “and if you are unbearable, the friend will always help.”
- But who would doubt that you don’t feed you with bread, let me shove your little hands wherever you need.

To pick up the concern of the troika has already become a kind of ritual, this girl was simply insatiable to comfort and extremely resourceful, probably thanks to Ms. Wanda. ...