The morning began as usual at five in the morning with a loud crackling alarm built into the door selector. This time, first I had to help the Z12 with a damp cloth that had been removed from its back, turned out to be paper that had been soaked with a healing solution in the evening. The solution soaked and dried, leaving behind a tiny, already barely noticeable, traces of yesterday's roz and paper that had dried on them.

After this morning execution of the girlfriend, they began to take a shower together - it was prescribed to save water. Diligently rubbing each other with soap, the girls tried not to talk and generally distract themselves less - at seven in the morning you need to be at your posts, and there is still much to do. Despite the rush W6 received genuine pleasure from the process. Not only did the gentle but unceremoniously persistent touches of neighbors, who were not afraid to rub with a soft sponge in the most sensitive places, surrounded her on all sides. So she herself had a fascinating occupation of rubbing friends ... especially their breasts.

W6, in general, had a considerable weakness for the female breast. She especially liked to crush and squeeze the elastic flesh of the Z12. The fourth size, this is not your own second, this is a whole field for activity. To rub here, to process there, to take care of nipples, which I wanted, more likely to take by mouth and tickle the tongue than to lather ... but, the pleasure ended too quickly.

Further, the owner of the desired size was supposed to help the neighbors clean up, but then the first problems arose. If W6 calmly took the necessary posture and took in a thin hose, carrying cleaning solution, then it was not so easy with W28.

“We'll have to remove the tail,” stated the morning attendant.

“If you take it out, you can no longer put it back in,” said a tail, “it closes, and you have to put your hands in my hands again!”

- I'll put the flask in you! - after thinking a little, the assistant was found, - she’s just of a similar size, and I’ll remove the hose so as not to interfere.

- Come on! - reconciled with the inevitable green-eyed neighbor.

The volumetric ball left its retreat with great reluctance. I had to put a lot of effort, while resting against the girlfriend's buttocks.

- I think I understood the turnip tale! - groaning W28 feeling like a ball, millimeter by millimeter pushes its flesh, seeking to exit.

- Help with your hands! Spread it! - interrupted her Z12

- What, what do you understand? - cast W6 voice, which had already managed to take in half of the liquid from the washing flask and enthusiastically watching the tail extraction process. If, of course, you can enthusiastically observe something by leaning on the floor with your face and utterly bulging backwards to simplify transfusion.

- A fairy tale ... about a turnip ... remember? We ... everyone ... read it! Where ... and grandmother ... and granddaughter ... everyone was dragging ... ahhh ...

At this moment, under the words “draw-pull” uttered by a zealous executive employee, the clear voice of smack told everyone about the success of the enterprise. Without even letting out a breath, Z12 immediately shoved a dull, elongated flask into her friend, which immediately began to gurgle loudly, pouring its contents into the girl.

With the tail set in place, the W6, who got used to it, already helped, having managed to get rid of excess fluid before a friend. But I still had to use a lubricant and even work a little cam.

Finally, cleared girlfriends took their places in front of the mirror. One with cheerful enthusiasm, the second grimacing from having to sit on the long-suffering ass. Z12 had to put makeup on her friends and help with her hair. It was part of the standard set of her morning duties.

Immediately the door selector came to life, the speaker of which, in order not to have to listen, also went out on a table under the mirror.

- Attention! Morning Prescriptions! - a crunchy artificial voice. - W28 continues to carry out the order received earlier.Its performance will be checked at twenty o'clock by the First Lady. For what should appear in her chambers at the designated time. W6 is waiting for the post under the cabinet table in forty minutes. You have received two local rating points. Do you want to listen to the work on the rating?

- Want! - the blonde answered with interest.

- Aah, well, yes. You have the same rating for the first time. Well ... listen, - the girlfriend sitting next to her commented on her choice, taking her appearance from the Z12 for granted.

“Rating is of two kinds,” continued the monotonous car. - Local, then Lok, and permanent or permanent, then Perm. Perm rating determines the current permanent status of the owner. Living conditions, the number of servants, the quality of food and the like depend on it. This rating can be changed only by the owner or the First Lady, the remaining decisions about changing the rating perm are conveyed to the above-mentioned personalities who make the final decision. Lok rating is acquired for diligence in the performance of their duties. Acquiring a lock rating temporarily affects some aspects of life and obtaining privileges, as well as leaves earned it, waste points equal to a surge of lock ratings that can be wasted during leisure or lunch, according to the list of bonuses. With the designated list can be found in the menu "bonuses" on the selector screen. Z12 will come to the place of registry, to receive an appointment for further punishment, immediately after the execution of morning duties.

At the end of the last sentence, the selector blinked and fell silent.

- And what can I get? - W6 asked confusedly at the reflection in the mirror.

“Any kind of food, conveniences like feather beds,” the more experienced owner of the new status began the enlightenment lesson, “for a dozen points you can try to improve the perm rating, but it’s not easy to save so much that you will be immediately deprived of most points. So you have to behave perfectly and not attract the attention of "mares".

- And what would you take, Dyuzhinka? - turned the blonde to diligently working comb neighbor?

“We are not assigned ratings,” the latter replied sadly, “we are all of the lowest grade — working personnel.” The owner of us should not even see or punished!

“Well, yes, something was said to us — I forgot,” commented W6 dejectedly.

“Freaks, bbws and cripples should not depress the owner’s gaze,” W28 unceremoniously recited, not caring at all about the peace of mind of her neighbor.

- Well, I, like, ready! - Hastened to change the topic more delicate girlfriend, - ran Dozen - time is short!

- You run. - the owner of the desired forms modestly replied, - And I still have to clean and paint myself. Only then go to the kitchen.

- Then I went! - threw the ash-haired and disappeared behind the door of the room, wanting to have time in time to the office to his post.

She flew out into the corridor like a bullet and walked in the right direction, rapidly tacking between her neighbors in the wing.

When she reached the office, the girl was carefully tied with straps to the bottom of the tabletop, in a pose that was comfortable for throat penetration, a worker, with a distinct impression of Z205 on a tight collar.

Tightening the last belt, turning on the last vibrator, two hundred and fifth, hastily retired along one of the technical ladders, which allowed them to deftly perform their duties, while not appearing in the ceremonial rooms and aisles longer than necessary to perform their duties.

Began tedious waiting. The hands rigidly fixed under the table-top did not allow even to scratch. The body began to ache and numb. The clock went on. A few postponed orgasms brought by diligent hummers briefly distracted the girl from her inconveniences.

Three hours later, the door to the ladder opened again. An unknown maid brought a glass of water to W6's lips, which she greedily swallowed.Received a refusal to use a duck - there was nothing to write, and promised to come in a couple of hours with a new batch of life-giving moisture.

After a while and a couple more orgasms, one of which stretched for what seemed like eternity, the front door finally opened.

W6 heard the footsteps of four legs, a choked cry and a slap on someone’s body over a sizable table. On the chair, standing in front of the blonde's nose, the black Bondana first flew, and then it was joined and a medium-sized cork, turning into a horse's tail. There was no doubt, someone, most likely the owner (who else?), Powerfully prepared for his needs, none other, as one of the guardsmen.

The first push, transmitted by the W6 across the table, was accompanied by a quiet sigh of a girl lying on her back. Subsequent, held in a relative, interrupted only by deep breathing, silence. The push after the push, fixed under the table, the blonde felt as if she herself was being poured into the anus by a powerful member of the host. Every tight pass. Every body slap on the body. This is her legs now were pulled up. It was her knees pressed into the table with coarse palms. It was she who felt how the crimson head stretches the sphincter as it marks leaving, and then, with a heavy, tight movement, penetrates into the very depths of her flesh. The pace grew. The guard who was unable to hold herself was screaming out loud. Finally, two particularly sharp shocks put an end to the sudden act. W6 did not know what the mare feels now, but she ... she herself finished with the owner. Even I was surprised that not her gut is now filled with a viscous seed.

A couple of minutes later, the man sat down in a chair, after having thrown a cork and a piece of cloth on the table. Before the inflamed desire, with an ash-haired look, a semi-erect penis appeared smeared with white. Nothing else could be on it, since the morning washing was prescribed to all women of the mansion without passing by the guards or, as they say, the First Lady.

W6 began to diligently lick off the nectar available to her. The owner, not paying attention to her, dryly threw - "you can go." Only after that, the girl sprawled on the table jumped up, grabbed the items belonging to her, hurrying to put the cork in place so as not to slap the carpet. Wiped her legs and ass bondonoy. She tied it on her chest, not paying attention to wet places and, on trembling legs, deafly pounded the studs to the exit.

Having finished with the purge, the blonde tried to resurrect this limp soldier, but was stopped by the master's hand. The man got up, fastened his pants, and followed the guard into the corridor.

After some time, a maid appeared in front of W6. Office change for her over.