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I threw off the whip, unfastened her hands and bound them from behind, freed her legs and lay down beside her.
On the nipples and around them, I hung clothespins, then pulled for them and melted chest.
“You have no idea what a thrill it is” – I told her.
– For God’s sake, let me rest, I can no longer.
– Said Olga.
– And I say you can.
– I again took the belt.
– Not!!!!!!! ! – Shouted Olga, when I continued to beat her buttocks, lost all appearance.
On clothespins on nipples the captive did not pay any attention.
– What really hurts? – I asked, dropping the belt and playing with her ass.
Again, she chained Olya to the bed on her stomach, took the whip and completed her black case with her back, which had just been beaten up before, was now torn.
The girl choked with a cry and lay almost unconscious.
I needed to be distracted, otherwise I risked ruining the captive.
I called an old friend, made an appointment with her.
– Ninety-eighth for 1843 rubles.
– Said the cashier at the gas station.
I gave the woman a chocolate bar and an energy drink, yet the dream began to smarovat me.
“2000 rubles exactly” – said the cashier.
– Please put in the package.
Thank you very much, have a nice day.
– I smiled my angelic smile.
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, completely unspoiled” – moving away from the cash register, I heard the cashier serving me share an impression of me with a colleague.
I smiled again, but in a completely different way, until the “devilish smile” in my performance was seen only by Olya Sergeeva, an unhappy student, who left her university door at the wrong time for herself, when I made a guess that the first woman who came out of the door would be the first the victim.
The end of the first part.
It happened a year ago.
Then I was 23 years old.
My boss had a party at work.
There were many guests, many ladies and gentlemen.
They were all heads of all firms.

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Since I worked as a secretary, I also needed to participate in this party.
I served the guests and was a guest myself.
For this party, the chef even bought all my clothes.
I was fully dressed in the clothes he bought, from head to toe.
He said that I can not appear at the party in the old.
So he bought a new one.
I myself went shopping with him, and he chose her for me.
We went shopping, and he chose the panties, the skirt, stockings with elastic bands, a blouse.
Well, in short everything.
I measured everything, and he estimated it.
So, the party began.
I was charming, many I could only envy.
I was with the guests, talked with them.
Also saw drinks with guests.
And I liked it.
There I met many people.
Of course, the men wanted to climb under my skirt, or pinch my chest.
But since there were a lot of people, they did not succeed.
Only once a peasant of about forty managed to get under her skirt.
I then was at the secretariat and, bending over, spoke on the phone.
Suddenly, from behind, I felt a hand.
She lay on my ass, and the other pressed back to the table.
I could not get up, and my hand slipped under the skirt from behind.
Fingers began to rub into my panties, they moved a little and then began to climb under the panties.
He pushed the panties to the side and my cunt became naked.
Panties my boss bought silk lace.
I really liked them, I felt so good in them.
So, when the fingers of this man were on the site of panties, they immediately began to look for the clitoris, as it seemed to me.
Since his fingers did not stop at my pussy, but advanced further, just to the clitoris, and there they began to knead him.
I could not stand it and hung up the phone, since I could not do anything else.
I was pleased when he rubbed the clitoris.
I began to moan and even tried to dissolve my noi a little bit.
But then the door creaked a little, and he instantly pulled his hand out of my crotch.
When he did, he immediately walked away from me.
I immediately got up, straightened her skirt, but could not fix her panties.
They remained shifted to the side.
The secretariat included guests.
I just straightened my hair.
My tempter is gone.
Since I could not for all adjust their panties, I went.
Although my skirt was very short, but she covered her panties, only my stockings were visible.
That is the edge of the stockings.
When I went into the office of the chef, I took a cocktail and sat on the sofa.
Opposite me sat a lady of forty, as it seemed to me.
They all painted so much, it was difficult to understand.
I probably sat so carelessly that the lady noticed what was going on under my skirt.
She looked at me like that, then at my skirt, that I felt uncomfortable.
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