forehead.
“What did you think, little one?” - the man shook off the ash in an ashtray standing here.
“In general, I received an offer,” the husband uttered, and deathly silence hung in the room.

“Our company cooperates with a Japanese corporation, the president there is Mr. Yaimoto ... However, Victor will not say anything about this to you,” after a pause.

“And the Japanese ... they ... well, a bit unusual, let's say, extremely inventive ... in some things, - the man lit a second cigarette.
“Yes, I know, they are buying women's underwear, sniffing it, licking and jerking off,” the woman summed up, still not quite understanding what her husband had received for the offer.
“We will just try, it’s all for money, of course, if we give up and everything is there, everything will be as before, just a little different, a bit unusual, but we’ll get used to it, and the money is good ...” Victor said and said, multiplying the number of cigarette butts in the ashtray.

My wife listened to him in silence, shaking her head, then nodding, and the next day the whole family gathered in the kitchen for family council.

- How much money is promised? - Stas busily said, when the head of the family brought to all the proposal of Mr. Yaimoto.
“Enough,” Victor looked at the members of his family sitting on the chairs.
“Let's try, I'm in favor,” the son raised his hand.
- I join, - Natalia gave voice.

Vika only turned red, looking at both her parents and brother with surprise and horror.

“Unanimously,” Father raised both hands.

And the next day, a team of chubby and narrow-eyed workers appeared in the apartment. The Japanese masters deftly stretched the wires, fixed the small video cameras, the most modern, “Made in Japan”, in each corner under the ceiling. The cameras were able to work without recharging for up to three years, had the opportunity to shoot even in the dark and in a very decent resolution. Soon the brigade left, having previously bowed and informed in broken Russian that everything had to be persuaded to begin tomorrow morning.

And so the new life of our family began.

* * *

And now let's return again to the same time period, from which we began our story, or rather the next morning. That morning, Vick woke up earlier than usual. From the day the father took all the doors in the apartment, the girl almost did not eat and had never done this, but today, not even right now, she had to do what should be.

Trying to make as little noise as possible so as not to wake her brother and parents, the girl got out of bed and ran naked to the toilet. She sat down on the toilet, squeaking barely audibly, tried to relax, listening to the sounds in the sleeping apartment, and glanced in the corner to the ceiling.

In that very spot, winking at Vika with a green light, an all-seeing little eye was staring at her, one of many. The girl shuddered. And who is looking at him now, what does he see? What is he doing? Who is interested in watching how a simple, eighteen year old girl sits on the toilet and does her own business? While absolutely naked. Vika felt how her anus opened up by itself and a thick stick of shit fell out of it, flopping into a water hollow toilet bowl, ringing gurglingly. By itself, with barely audible whistle, the urine flowed, freeing Vika from the waste of past life activity. After sitting a little more and making sure that there was no supplement, looking tensely into the corridor visible to her, Vika decided to at least wipe the most polluted place, because at any time someone could come! The girl hastily reeled up a long piece of toilet paper, folded it four times, slightly raised herself and energetically tweaked, putting her hand on her buttocks, as she taught her mother many years ago, from bottom to top.

She glanced quickly at the piece of paper, shook her head, and sprayed around her with an air freshener. The result did not satisfy her.Not understanding herself what she was doing, Vika hurriedly climbed into the bath, catching herself thinking that she had never done it that way since she had been in great need. Namely - did not use the help of water.

The girl adjusted the water to one powerful tight jet, turned on the warm one and sat down, raskoryachiv knees to the sides. Not paying attention to the second eye with a green light, continuously watching her, Vika sent a stream of water just below her, trying to get into the anus area. The water hurt quite a gentle point, brown lumps began to fall to the bottom of the bath, the girl experienced new sensations, while exhaling with surprise. Previously, when she walked around the apartment like everyone else - in clothes, she could not think of the idea that water is better than paper. Undress and dress every time, you know, problematic. Now Vika felt unprecedented freshness and purity. With her free hand, bending the buttock and crouching just below, she repeated the procedure. It seemed to her that water had penetrated her rectum. Stopping and leaning on a little, the girl spat out another little “sausage”. And there is! With the new method, the girl turned out to be quite enough, after all, how much more shit she could carry in herself until the next time!

When the water treatments were over, Vika hung up the hose and opened the bath again. Fingering her fingers, feeling a bit like an anus, the girl lightly pressed her finger. Happened. I tried again, increased the pace and breathed more often. After a minute, breathing heavily and sweating profusely, stretched out the second finger, deciding to try two at once ...

* * *

Three days later, Natalya and Vika began their monthly periods. Every day, and then - and constantly, Victor Sergeevich and Stas noticed reddish spots and drops in the apartment.