I was silent, anticipating what he would tell me. Breathing froze. It was flattering to me that his friend, with whom they had given me a positive assessment for more than one year. But what do they want to offer me?..
– We are going to remove the cottage near the next month, near Peter, and we suggest you live with us. In the morning we will go to work, return in the evening. Your responsibilities – housework: cleaning, washing, cooking … Well, in the evenings we will return home, and it is interesting to spend time. You will take a child with you. We will be happy to meet a little princess. Xavera, you agree? – After a short pause, I introduced me to. With your plans.
I did not believe the words heard … Here it is a proposal for a real life-old one … Scary, but tempting … “But how is Lena?” – a thought flashed in my head.
– Why am I, not Lena? – I asked timidly.
– Lena … forget about her. Don’t tell her anything superfluous. She is arrogant, it happens often. If it continues, lose my patronage. And you … you have the potential that needs to be developed. So, don’t ask any more stupid questions, don’t think for a long time … I’m waiting for an answer.
IN. hung up. I dragged on with a cigarette, released a stream of smoke, considering how to swirl in the air dissolving … “A mess in my head. It doesn’t work out everything well … and I wonder how much time I have to think about this proposal? Where will I go? I know them for only 2 days … some kind of madness … ” – with these thoughts I went to bed.
I woke up from the “meow” of my baby in bed. I got up, took her in her arms, changed her … went down to the first floor along a screw wooden staircase. I let my daughter crawl on the floor, and she started preparing breakfast … There was beautiful weather outside the window, the May sun warmed up, the fields and forest were covered with greenery, and the blue azure of the sky … “What a wonderful landscape,” I thought – “After breakfast you need to take the pastel and captureThis”. The daughter was fed by porridge … The smell of Oladia, and freshly brewed coffee, lured into the kitchen in. and light. They giggling, throwing his robes on their bare bodies, ran barefoot, pinching each other and tickling each other … Having reached the kitchen, they sat down at the table and unanimously asked:
– What do we have for breakfast today? – laughing again cheerfully.
– Pancakes. – I answered, starting to quickly set on the table.
– What are your plans for today? – asked me in.
– I wanted to draw a little, it hurts here a nice landscape.
– Excellent, and I will sit with the baby, and prepare lunch. – As if in continuation of my phrase said Sveta.
– Hmm … then we draw together. – said in. Smiling maliciously.
I shrugged:
– As you wish…
After breakfast, Sveta and I put things in order in the kitchen, and I went up to my room for drawing for drawing. The day was hot, and I decided to put a sundress on a naked body. The straps of sundress were tied behind the neck, the back was actually open. Simple sittic sundress, pale green color, I really liked.. I took the paper, pastel, tablet and went downstairs … I went out into the yard and settled comfortably on the bench next to the large flower bed. That part of the garden was not fenced by a fence, and before me appeared a wonderful view of the beauty of Russian nature … quiet calm weather, warm May sun … I began to make sketches. Steps were heard behind him. IN. carry a package in his hands. Approaching the bench, he took out of it something similar to aroma lamps, only with a deeper bowl and still with a place for a candle in a sleeve. There were three such vases. Then he took out the candles. Three candles of different colors, and three candles in the sleeve. Hard pile brushes. He crushed colored candles in the bowls of lamps, each in a separate. The candles in the sleeves were arson and put it on legal places, under the bowls … I did not understand why all these preparations. She continued to draw, afraid to ask why all this ..
– Xaver, you have your favorite colors? – asked in.
– Yes, I like blue, it calms, this is the color of hope, and it seems very beautiful to me ..
– And black? The color of the night, secrets, fear..?
I felt the knot of the strap on my neck is unleashed.
– He is beautiful in combination with other colors … And without them – he is dead.
Sarafan slept, exposing the body to the waist. Hands in. My shoulders gently stroked my back, slipping under my hands, squeezed my chest … I flinched at the pain of the nipples compressed in the fingers. Stroke again … and the question:
– And red? Blood color … burning, exciting..?
– Yes, he is beautiful … The color of love, passion … – I whispered.
Turned around and saw how in. Slowing the brush in one of the bowls. There was already melted, heated wax of red in it … He saturated the brush. I turned away, bowed my head forward, dutifully waiting for actions.
– I don’t know how to draw, but I want to try. And you will be my muse … and my canvas.
With these words in. I brought a brush to me. And I felt small burning droplets with my skin, running down my shoulders down and immediately solidify. IN. The brush dipped again, and tightly pressing it to me, began to draw a circle on the right shoulder blade. The tablet fell out of my hands, I was, leaned forward, from burning pain, but a strong hand in. She restrained my impulse. He dipped the brush again and again and circled the circle, put new lines closer to the center of the circle. Every time the hot brush touched me, I held my breath so as not to scream. IN. I looked into my eyes. They were filled with tears, but I did not give up, restrained them.
– Continue? He asked with a smile.
I nodded, and tried to answer a smile with a smile. IN. took a new brush and dipped it into a cup of black wax. Small, fat strokes, often dipping the brush in hot wax, the owner painted another circle on the left blade. When he finished the second circle, steps were heard behind his back. And I heard Svetin Voice:
– Look, baby, how beautiful you have mom.
Sveta left a stroller with a child a couple of meters from the bench and approached us. At this moment in. A new brush abundantly moistened in the blue wax planned another circle, a little lower and in the center of the back. The edges of all three circles barely contacted.
– I think this is a black circle (your favorite color) – you, red (my favorite color) is me, but this blue is xavera? – Sveta asked, leaning towards us.
– Exactly … – answered in. continuing to display the line behind the line.
– Let me help … You can’t share us like that, even by flowers … – Sveta said with a smile, picking up a brush. – … we have a lot in common … and we have something to share with each other: experience, feelings ..
Sveta Makala brush in one or another bowl adding one -color circles of other colors, thereby reviving them. Sveta and in. continued to draw in two brushes. The pain seemed unbearable. I bit my lip, and tears flowed from my eyes. Not yet long and it all ended.
– Expressive. – Giggling, said Sveta.
– Yes it was not even bad. – answered in. On her comment.
Sveta took a stroller with a child and rolled her towards the house.
– You are a very good girl. I suffered everything. Get up I want to look at you.
I rose from the bench, the sundress slipped from my hips, and I appeared in front of my master in only ballet shoes.
– Turn around! He ordered.
I turned to face him, bashfully hiding my eyes, and timidly trying to cover my knife with my hands. Soon realized that it looks stupid, and lowered her hands calmly.
– What do you want now? I think you deserve a reward for your humility.
– Take me, master, please. – I said barely audible.
– Xavera, you surprise me … A minute ago, you were ashamed of me and covered me up, and now you ask to have sex with you?
My cheeks flashed a scarlet flame after these words, from overwhelming shame … I wanted to fail in place ..
– Come here, my girl ..
I stepped to meet the owner, embarrassed to look at him. He lifted my head with a tender movement by his chin, and looked into his eyes … It seemed that he was looking directly into my soul. Then his face approached mine, and his lips touched. His palms lay on my shoulders, easily stroking … in. He turned me facing the bench, and bent a little. I rolled my hands on my back and bent a little in the lower back. Skat palm on the buttock, and his hand slides to the crotch … So many juices, two of his fingers penetrate me without any problems … Having collected more lubricants, in. Moisturized the narrow ring of anus. He inserted a finger into it, pulled out, again collected grease from the labia, and moistening the ass already introduced two fingers … Then he unbuttoned the width, pressed the member to the hole and pressed it … the sphincter’s ring was unclenched, letting the member of the host. He entered the entire length and stopped for a short while. Two slapping palms on the pope. His hands took up his hips tightly and began with force, pulled me towards his movements. The pace grew every second. Warmly rolled throughout the body, and tension grew in the stomach. A few minutes later, it pulsed fled all over her body, a groan escaped out, with a light trembling, shaking the body. Orgasm … again two slaps on the pope … And the warm drops of sperm spread over the reddened buttocks. I turned to in. face, knelt down, gathered the remaining sperm from his penis with her mouth. She took his hand, gently kissed, whispered:
– Thank you, master. I was good.
– To me too, my girl. Now let’s go to the house.
Entering the house, I stopped in the hallway in front of the mirror, turned with my back to consider the wax pattern that in. And Sveta was so diligent on me. I saw red, black and blue circles. The colors of the circles seemed to pour into each other, filling and complementing, making the composition of a single. The wax cracked and crumbled in some places ..
Sveta came up and handed me a mobile:
– They call you … Take the phone … answer ..
… I heard a mobile call and mother’s voice:
– Take the pipe!
I opened my eyes … and realized that all this was just a dream. On the display of the phone: “The number is hidden”.
– Good morning, master.
– Good … how sleeping my girl?
– OK, thank you.
– What did you decide about our suggestion with Sveta?..
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