advice.
Katty waited a couple of minutes, then walked over to the huge polished ebony cabinet that stood in the corner and whispered:
- Dietrich, get out.
The doors opened and a tall, disheveled, strong-built man emerged. He was dressed in a gray suit, which, from sitting in the closet, amidst piles of papers and folders, was badly rumpled. Dietrich was the youngest member of the city council. He was 32, he was single, handsome and liked Katie very much.
“Come on,” she whispered hotly, pushing him to her desk and pulling the jacket off Dietrich. - Come on now and right here. I'm all burning.
- And we will not hear? - Dietrich worried.
- Not. There is a thick door. Very fat ... Oh!
Katie's hand slipped into his pants and unbuttoned pants and under the shorts, she immediately felt for his powerful, hot cock. He pressed his mouth to her lips. Dietrich's right hand climbed over Katie under the skirt. Panties on the girl was not there. Apparently, she took them off before. Or, in general, today did not wear?
Dietrich's fingers slid along the secretary's hot, clean-shaven crotch, penetrated between the dense rollers of her labia, and into a wet, sticky vagina.

* * *

At the huge rectangular table in high-backed chairs sat twenty members of the city council. There were also chairmen of city committees, directly subordinate to the burgomaster, and big businessmen - owners of shops, hotels, restaurants and other important, respected persons of Waddenburg.
Barely bursting into the office, and not even catching his breath, Otto Hingard blurted out:
- A question of extreme importance!
“Calm down, Mr. Burgomaster,” said Fabio Mascanni, the owner of one of the best and well-appointed hotels in the city. - You are very excited.

Otto nodded, sat down in his chair at the head of the table and drank from a glass glass of water, which Katty had put in advance here. Everyone waited patiently. Finally, the burgomaster calmed down and continued:
- Last night my friend called from Vienna. He said that our city is selected for international ski competitions. Do you understand what it all means?
Silence reigned in the office for a few seconds. Then, all rustled. Still would! They understood everything. First of all, these are considerable financial investments, the development of hotels, tourism ... prestige, finally! This is a rich, prosperous life for the city, twenty to thirty years ahead.
- But, there is one “but”! - with difficulty shouting over the raised noise, the burgomaster exclaimed.
All at once were silent.

- The authoritative commission also chose Triol next to us! There, as you know, there are also excellent conditions for holding competitions.
- What is Triol, compared with us! - Rudger Schmidt, the head of the education committee, was indignant. - Pigsty! Hole!
Everything, again rustled, agreeing with it.
- Quiet! - shouted Otto.
When the voices fell silent, he continued:
“That's why, at the commission, a group of observers was created, where, by the way, members of the international sports committee were included: Americans, Canadians, Swedes ... They will go to us and to Triol in order to inspect everything and decide which city worthy of receiving guests and where the competition will be held.

* * *

Katty was sitting on the table, her skirt up and her legs spread wide apart. Her jacket was unbuttoned, blouse open, boobs out. The bra was lying on the floor. Dietrich stood with his pants down to his knees. With his hands, he held the catty under the buttocks. His cock quickly and powerfully pierced between her stretched pussy lips. In the girl's wet vagina, she squawked loudly and squished. From time to time, Dietrich, moaning with pleasure, clung to his mouth, then to the left, then to the right nipples of Katie. She, leaning back slightly, groaned softly.

* * *

- When will these observers arrive? - asked the head of the committee on ecology, Günther Wolheich.
- Nobody knows that! Cried the burgomaster. - I think in November-December, when the snow falls. My friend said that they will arrive incognito, they will not advertise their work. They will evaluate the possibilities of our cities objectively. That's why we all have to be ready. Competitions themselves are planning to start in December next year. Now we have the end of April ... One and a half years left! What do we have today? Two hotels, a dozen shops, a dozen cafes. And that's all. We urgently need to build at least two more hotels! Where is Dietrich? Damn him! This is his question and we need him now more than ever!

* * *

Dietrich's dick pierced Katti's vagina deeper, faster and stronger. She breathed loudly and moaning, clasping her lover by the neck. He crushed his gorgeous boobs with his hands. And drove, drove the secretary for the most eggs. The climax was close.

* * *

- So, we need new hotels. We need to open three ... No, four new supermarkets and as many cafes! In addition, it is necessary to overhaul our old sports school. When the commission finds out that we have all the necessary conditions, funds will be allocated for the construction of three sports campuses. Three! And they will always act. This means that for the citizens of Waddenburg there will be a mass of jobs!

* * *

Katty violently finished. An orgasm rolled on her in a hot, sweet wave. She would have screamed, but she had to be careful all the same, so the girl gave out only a long moan. However, the desire to have sex, she still has. What is one orgasm for a young woman? So, just warm up.
She climbed onto the table and, getting up on all fours, turned her back on Dietrich. Immediately, he grasped her bulging, elastic buttocks. His fat, long dick stuck out of desire with a stake.
- Come on, stallion, plant me! - breathed out Katie. - I'm all wet, I ...
He drove a member into her vagina almost to the very balls and began to fuck powerfully and powerfully. The secretary made some meowing sounds with pleasure. With wet champing, Dietrich's dick moved between shameless sponges, diving into the open, wet hole of her sweetly itchy vagina.

* * *

- We, not only need, all this construction! - exclaimed, jumping up from her seat mother abbess Louise.
The burgomaster did not like this old, ill-tempered hag, but was forced to include her in the city council, since the monastery of St. Francis was very revered, and was financed not only by the government, but also by the Vatican.
- Yes, yes, you heard right! Shouted mother Louise. - Construction will not help us! It's time to think seriously about the morals of our city. These mores have already fallen so low that ...
“What is it about you, dear, mother Louise?” - sincerely surprised Wilmar Born - head of the committee on water supply.
- What am I talking about? Yes, that this morning, going to the town hall, I saw two completely naked young people! Yes - yes, completely naked!

They ran straight down the street. It's good that it was earlier morning and the eyes of most of our respected citizens were not defiled by such a vile sight!
- And who were they? Did you recognize them? - Johan Schwartz asked, the owner of one of the supermarkets.
- They ran so fast that I did not have time to see them.
- That's how? - Wilmar Born laughed. - So, say, they did not have time to see anything?
- Your flat jokes, Mr. Bourn, are not relevant here! - mother soared Louise. - Morality in our city falls every day! Girls go in miniskirts and shorts! Wear tops! Expose your navels! Shamelessness! Depravity everywhere! To your daughters, Mr. Burgomaster, this applies in the first place!
- To mine? Cried Otto Hingard.
- Yes, yes, it is yours! They, you have too bold and relaxed dress. It didn’t stop behaving like this to young girls! They, as daughters of the head of the city, on the contrary, should set an example of modesty, humility and piety for all the girls of Waddenburg.

“I ... I will talk to them,” murmured the bemused burgomaster.
- Yes, talk! - mother Louise circled the office hand, showing that appeals to all.
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