Several old, upholstered in black and red leather benches and chairs were pulled up against the walls, coarse straps hanging angrily around their edges. On the other wall were coarsely hammered fixtures, in which were seen several massive chains and rings dangling through the darkness of the high ceiling. In the hall stood a massive dust-covered wardrobe, the oak shelves of which hid the unknown. The chair in the center was like a royal throne. A long old stack, stiffened in the centuries-old expectation of fresh blood, was leaning against the chair, with a comfortable massive handle. The hall was decorated with a huge canopy bed, the massive wooden columns of which were decorated with twisted copper rings.

- As you can see, ladies, the previous owner was a great original.

- Are you afraid to live here? - Albina giggled.

- Why should I be scared ?!

Andrew, sitting down in an old armchair, watched his mother and daughter, who were at a loss a few meters in front of him.

“Strip down there,” he pointed to the door of the next room.

He looked, enjoying himself, at the whitened Svetlana and Alina flashing.

- I'm not used to repeat, dear ladies. However, I reserved for you a cure for deafness and stubbornness, as well as a bad memory.

Grinning, taking the evil stack in his hand, he looked at Svetlana.

Svetlana, having remembered something about something, carried her daughter into the next room, from the half-open door of which, she soon heard the rustle of the clothes being removed and the splashing of water.

Andrew, having lit a cigar, slowly undressed and dressed in a robe, watching in the mirror through an unopened door, as his mother and daughter were dutifully exposed for him, unbuttoning and taking off her clothes, gracefully arching and lifting slender legs.

In the spacious hall, reflected in the dusty mirrors, clattering heels on the marble slabs, Svetlana and Albina entered. Exhausted by the hundred-year-old expectation of spectacles, blood and young bodies, ancient mirrors, as if watching the young man in a wonderful mood, were sprawled freely in an armchair in front of which two naked female figures timidly froze.

Svetlana was wearing a black lace bra that supported her big breasts and black thongs. She was decorated with sky-blue panties and excited pink nipples, which she bashfully hid in her hands. She got a little behind her mother. Turning to the side of Andrew the flushed reddened face of indignation, Albina managed to say only: By what right? But, feeling on himself the puzzled gaze of his predatory, cold eyes faltered.

Andrei made an easy hand sign, and two beautiful slave women with their heads bowed and their eyes downcast, sat down in a bow, greeting him, their future Lord. He looked at Svetlana, in her beautiful eyes, and she, blushing, looked down, and knelt before him. A minute later, Albina followed the example of her mother.

They froze statues on the marble floor. Svetlana ahead, slightly behind - Albina. Heads down, knees apart, slightly covering his eyes with long eyelashes. Blond curls fell on a wave on his tanned shoulders, thin brushes laid on his knees, palms to him.

Andrew, walked around them, unceremoniously considering. Pale from humiliation Svetlana, not looking, drooping eyes. Her daughter is crimson with shame, answered, excitedly with a questioning look round from the excitement of the eyes.

Svetlana is still more feminine, her hips are wider, butt is rounder, more magnificent breasts, larger nipples. Albina is slimmer, small round balls-breasts, thin waist. Muscular tummy, strong muscular ass, slender long legs. Both are equally combed, both have long blond hair, both have pubes without hair. They are waiting.

With the tip of the stack he raised Svetlana's head, forcing him to look into his eyes.

- Yes, you are not badly trained! Rise from your knees. It's funny.

- We just obey you. Two pairs of blue female eyes were looking at him excitedly.

Svetlana, standing behind her daughter, as if hiding behind her from his predatory eyes. And he admired the young body of her daughter. Defenselessly protruding papillae of elastic balls of the breasts, nervously beating under the warm skin of a blue, thin vein.

Svetlana looked into her round, protesting eyes and gently kissed Albin, pulled off her panties. Male hands slid over the thighs, lightly touching a narrow pink kitty, on a muscular flat tummy. Mom, clinging to her back and kissing behind the ear, hiding small breasts from Andrew’s palm, squeezed them, letting young nipples pass between her fingers.

- MOM NO !!!

“Apparently, the love drink only worked on you, dear.”

Svetlana, willingly throwing back her head and standing on tiptoes, put her lips up, feeling HIS hands touched her chest.

- Yes, I did not drink! I threw the wine under the table! - Albina, biting her lip, with hatred and resentment looked at the naked couple.

“Well, you will have to answer for this young lady,” Andrew, opening his arms around his neck, turned to her. Lean on this bed, my dear.

- Am I doing everything right?

Albina, leaning on her elbows and slightly sticking out a round butt, straightening blond curls that fell down on her face, looked at him defiantly.

- I think this is a good start.

A long thin rod with a joyous squeal cut the air several times.

- So!

He saw the agitated, timid maternal gaze, and enjoyed it.

- The rule is as follows: as soon as the young lady forgets the word - no, and begins to act according to our agreement, the punishment will be terminated.

- So!

With a joyous screech, Prut stared at the startled young ass, the owner's scream, reflected in the high ceilings, and took off along the ancient corridors. Then the old pink stripe was redrawn with a new stripe. The ancient walls that surrounded the hall eagerly absorbed the long-awaited squeal of a young maiden, enjoying it.

Albina, turning her face filled with tears, saw behind her an old-fashioned mirror, and in her, and her, in her fresh pink stripes, a muscular, round ass. Suddenly cruel Andrei, who stiffened with a twig that had been brought in, bared his lips helplessly from fear, hid behind a pillar, a naked mother, then everything swam away somewhere, the mirror grew dim, and a blond old girl appeared in it, whose large old photograph decorated the wall near the fireplace man in old military uniform.

- Albina, I'm going to the front tomorrow.

He kissed the blonde beauty in the long neck, where the hair borders on delicate skin.

I do not know if I will return alive. The Germans are attacking again. They invented gases, we have big losses.

- Oh, Gabriel, I can not live without you!

They merged in a long kiss.

Well, no, you will live. And this night, she, belongs to us. Our connection is forbidden, and I should not ... But I love you.

“Please, Gabriel.”

The mirror dimmed, and again a naked, fair-haired curly girl appeared in it, leaning on the bed and leaving behind the white ass, she greeted a whistling rod with a scream. Then the man and the girl merged in a mirror illuminated by the light of the fireplace.

- Gabriel, look at this young Russian beauty, her name is Albina ... Albina, like me, we are so alike ...

- Both Albina are beautiful, but I love only you, you, and he clung to her plump lips.

They, clinging to the mirror on that side, looked with curiosity at the familiar hall.

Finally, Albina, having opened her eyes, saw above herself the agitated Andrew and the tear-stained mother. She lay in a small cozy room covered with a light blanket.

- Finally, I woke up. I was thinking of sending for a doctor.

- My girl! Mom tried to peck in the cheek, slipping away under the blanket Albin.

- Albina. Albina!

Shaggy head immediately appeared from under the blanket.

- Albina, we love you and cherish you, but the conditions are unchanged. Or do you agree to belong to me, as the owner and Master, or leave this house.Tomorrow we will continue from the same place where ... Read more →