Gelik with other security. Sometimes he pulled ahead, shifting all sorts of rogue things in the most innocent way - blinking headlights, beeping and pressing. Motorists blinked with displeasure, but nobody wanted to get into a fight with a serious motorcade.

**********

- The general wanted to see you the day after tomorrow - looking at the two naked sleeping bodies, Vick murmured.

- Yes, I know - waved our hero. - So it is! Three special packages to the general on the table. This one is his secretary. These two to my office. It is financiers. This is for programmers. This is the development department. Creatives tell them that they eat their bread in vain and this package is also for them.

- Yes, of course - Vika watched tiredly as the chef gave her a pile of paper.

Three stout boxes came out. She did not quite understand why it was impossible to send all this electronically. Something was told that it is easy to steal, and the paper must be taken from the safe or stolen. She always thought that stealing a paper bag from a protected building was easier than a file from an electronic repository. Perhaps she was wrong.

- Tell the guys to stop by.

- BUT? What?

- Vika, do not sleep! Call the guards, let them help you with the papers and let them have a little fun while we work with you.

Vick quickly called the guard.

- Hello, chef - "cabinets" lined up at the entrance to the room, carefully peering inside.

- Oh, and who is it? - one of the sisters woke up.

The men cautiously glanced into the room, finally having noticed two naked, sleepy bodies on the bed.

- Kisul, wake up your sister and go pamper the guys.

- Nuuu!

- Do you remember the iPhone?

The girl immediately changed her face and nodded happily. She quickly woke her sister, whispered in her ear and both, wrapping themselves in blankets, spanked their bare feet away from the room.

“Well, you fools,” he thought, looking at the falling blankets.

- Chef ?! - six security men shifted from foot to foot, nervously looking at the departed girls.

- You have about forty minutes there - he waved his hand.

- Thank you, chef! - the guard barked and disappeared.

- Back to our sheep - he looked at the frozen, slightly crazed Vika. - Vika!

- Yes?! Yes!

**********

- You're not the first year in the company work?

- Not. Already five years.

- Vic, well, why then do you make such mistakes in such documents? Is that right? - he showed her a few sheets.

- Not. Perhaps what is wrong - she replied, running her eyes over them.

“I don’t even know if I should ask where you were when you wrote it.”

She said nothing.

- Well, you know my rules. If I finish for you, you work it out.

- Yes - the girl sighed wearily, got up and went to the bathroom.

**********

No preparation and warming up. Abundantly, a greasy stain of grease and now it is worth the cancer, and the chef pounds her ass. Vulgar, cancer, crouching over her, hammering cock in her ass. As he only has enough potency, after all the obvious that he had with these two. Suffering, patiently waiting for the violence to end and abstracting from the pain, Vika thought about her life. Are her position, salary and opportunities for all this? Should her ass just in such a violent way to work out the print and legal errors. Chef hulk somewhere above the ear, continuing to poke a member of her ass. Interestingly, is there at least one that is not with him for money? He's fucking completely selfish! Well, no fun!

It ended as routinely and abruptly as it began. He began to breathe more deeply, he cried several times and finished.

- “Probably, everything was gone for the fools” - wiping herself with a damp napkin and not seeing the sperm, Vika thought.

“As soon as you are ready, you can leave - in his voice there is contempt, discontent and frank indifference to her small naked person on his bed.”

She looked at him carefully and thoughtfully. Can this man love someone? Does she love? Does anyone love him? She thought and hypothetically imagined herself in the place of his girlfriend.How can one understand him, forgive and accept him for what he is? No Not her!

**********

The guards had already finished with fools and deftly took the boxes. When did you have time and how so quiet that she did not notice? They saw the chef take her from behind. Probably not surprised. Chef is ready for vybyki. Everyone is used to the fact that a golden chick has a carte blanche for its antics.

- We can go - she sat in the back seat and closed the door.

I corrected my expensive business suit a little.

- Where? - the driver tilted his head slightly.

- First to the office - Vika exhaled tiredly. “Let us put all this paper stuff on.” Then in the county. Tell the guys in Gelika that they can take their girls.

The driver just nodded and smiled, while a colleague sitting next to him, quickly passed an order on the radio.

**********

The sauna was filled with steam. She loved the sauna. The thing is to relax after a hard day. All thoughts, all the fatigue, the whole load of the city down!

Coming out of the steam room and firing a pair of clubs, she spanked to the font and jumped in with a slight screech. She ducked several times, went out, wrapped herself in a sheet, put on a hat and went into the rest room.

**********

“This is incomparable,” she thought.

Naked, sweaty after a recent entry into the steam room, she was standing with cancer, holding big eggs with her fingers and the same attracting penis of her driver.

- "Incomparable"

The tongue and fingers of his fellow security guard gently and brazenly caress her between her legs, warming up and preparing her to prepare.

- Well! - the penis in her hands slightly swung, persistently wanting to get into a warm, moist mouth.

- "Incomparable"

Delicate, warm fingers gently smeared grease on her bottom, penetrating deep into and preparing it.

- “Chef can't do that”

She took deep in her mouth, rolling her eyes and sucking the taste of a member of a real man, while her anus burned with a pleasant pain from another who had penetrated her from behind and immediately against the stop. Buttock burned with a slap.

- "So I would always work out"