Arrival of children and the first week of rest, and duration of the first camp change-only 14 days, passed as well as have to take place in camp. The pedagogical experience of the teacher, the rigor and solidity of Sergei and my sports abilities - and I was seriously engaged in tennis, athletics and sports dancing - why was it aimed at practice in a sports camp, not an ordinary one, or at school - have recommended our team in the eyes of the Director and the camp management as disciplined and successful. Children taking were indeed athletic, guys-strong for his age, and we even beat in for competitions more senior teams - 17-18-year-olds. Everything went "normal" when in the beginning of the second week of our stay in the camp my fellow teacher and Sergei going out in the evening after lights out in our "vozhatskoy" told me that the squad together, has been formed, problems with the kids and now they're retiring. There is no, to participate in all camp events day, for competitions, duty in dining room, on the beach they will, but after 8 the evening and until morning will from camps on-silent vanish, and today already with my consent leave me until morning. As a thank you, they left me a bottle of Abrau Durso and took off...
Since special difficulties with the kids I did not expect, I have more than once in the past week had to "boss" a detachment of one, I was not upset. And I thought, why don't I relax myself and celebrate the end of the first week. After drinking half a bottle of champagne, a snack chocolate I, once again looking into the room to the kids, making sure that although not still asleep, but behave quietly, I went to the shower, taking with him the remaining champagne - I thought that I would arrange myself instead of a sauna with beer, "shower with champagne." In the shower, probably, under the influence of alcohol and warm water jets that I have not used for a long time, I was "led and carried", and an empty bottle standing on the floor led me to crazy thoughts. Why not, I thought? After all, the teacher and Sergei went "in the night" probably not on Anapa walk... An empty bottle of champagne was a bad Dildo, although I sat on it and so and commercials.. and I came up with a nicer way. Twisted the shower head, lay on the floor and framed her pussy under a stream of warm water. The water pressure was strong, not that day and the water was getting to me. I framed the pussy, then the ass and the jet penetrated me inside, so it turned out and syringe and enema. I do not remember if I experienced an orgasm, but the pleasure of the water "procedure" received. I was so engrossed in his occupation, that did not realize that the tent-barracks heard a noise-a thud. I had to finish my entertainment, wipe myself and go to the building. In case, however, everything was quiet and looking in the chamber I went to bed but falling asleep again I heard a noise. This is not often, but it happened, and I knew ways to calm the troublemakers. I slept in a short to navel t - shirt and panties, swimming trunks. I usually in this form, if necessary, to restore order appeared at night in the wards of the kids, if they began to make noise, because this outfit was less Frank than women's swimwear, and only on the beach we spent enough time. The noise was coming from the extreme boyish chamber. Going into it I found all the boyish part of the team - nine guys and the lights on, after lights out was forbidden. I thought they weren't even embarrassed to see me. "Well, what's the conference? Collect bags home as excluded from the camp for violation of the regime?"- I tried to portray the severity. "Masha-I allowed the children to call me by name, because they were only 5-3 years younger than me, but "you" - and what did you do in the shower?"- with a strange grimace asked me one of the guys. From such an unexpected question, panic suddenly engulfed me, I sat on the nearest bed...
It turns out that the guys from the very first day noticed passing along the ceiling above the shower window and a thick pipe along the wall above the washbasins at the girls ' toilet. Standing on this pipe you can watch everything that happens in the shower. Until today, they had no opportunity to arrange such a performance, as the squad was always under the supervision of any of us, and in the evening during the lights out we all, the teacher, Sergei were in the squad, the doors of the leader were always open, we could observe the chamber and the corridor. Lights out, too, was held on a strict schedule - first took a shower guys, went to the wards, then went to the shower girls. Today, there was no one to follow the guys when I was relaxing in the shower and they saw everything I was doing and took this video on my mobile phones. They showed me their records on their Nokias-Alcatel-Samsung. "Well, what should I do with you then? I take it asking you to delete records is pointless?"finally, I have formulated my rushing thoughts. "Masha, come on, - the guy moved with me to" you"I said, - we still have seen you in all poses, recorded it, let's you now undress, let yourself be seen, and we will not tell anyone about what we saw, and will not show anyone their videos". I was panicked, but I tried to convince them to just erase everything. "You know, if I'm in front of you undress and allow myself to learn, I could be put in jail for it?"And don't you undress yourself. We'll undress you ourselves, " said the guy and abruptly pulled off my shirt. Another, on whose bed I sat down, began to pull down from me pants. Naked, they laid me on the bed and surrounded me. They crushed my Breasts, thighs and calves, stroking my pussy, fingered the clitoris, thrust his fingers into my pussy. I swam and flowed. When the panties of one of them, stretching from the head to my pussy, were in front of my head, I pulled them and took in his mouth a strong and hard enough big boy's cock in his mouth. A rumble of approval swept around.
That night I sucked more than once all nine boys, I jerked their pussy and they cum in my mouth, on my chest, in my face. They put me in peep and ass fingers and hands, squeezed, and pulled my Breasts.. the only thing I didn't let them do that night was shove their Dicks in my pussy and ass. Two of them already had real sexual experiences with women, and they demanded that I let them fuck me, but I was still afraid of responsibility, even though it was stupid. Hours to 4 morning they were tired and I invited them to go to bed, promising that tomorrow again I will be at night with them. Wait quietly the evening and night nor they, nor I, of course, could not. Over the past week, our team has performed all the planned camp activities: competitions, concerts, KVN, etc... On Saturday's camp line we were awarded the first place in the camp among 12 units. Therefore, for the second week, my colleagues and I planned to just relax - to spend time with the kids on the beach, in walks, and in General, to give them, and therefore more free time. It was quite feasible, because in the eyes of the leadership we have established ourselves, and it is the leadership in the face of the Director, her deputies, senior coach, is now going to pay all their attention to the lagging team.
After Breakfast, swimming in the sea, the guys said they want to continue sports activities-football, volleyball. All this previous sports week so bothered little girls that they declared that will only lie on a beach and to bathe. Sergei, a teacher, too, preferred a beach vacation. As well as the detachment or part of unsupervised leave was forbidden, I was sent to accompany the boys. That was what they and I needed. Returning to the deserted (all were on the beach) camp, for the mind went to the caretaker for the balls, but all the balls and rackets were disassembled. On the football field and 2 volleyball courts played some athletes. Well, well, courts are busy, and who they are playing - we, or someone else to figure out nobody will not. The key to our barrack tent I took a roundabout way we come to him, went and closed. One guy was left on duty.
My boys were clearly on edge, their lust seemed to be written on their flushed faces and reliefs of swimming trunks and shorts. As soon as we closed the door, they all attacked me, ripped off my shirt, tore it on me, tore off my swimsuit bra, tore the straps and tore my swimming trunks. I tried to slow them down by muttering "what are you doing, what are you doing," but that only got them excited. They are brutalized by the desire and expectation of imminent sex, knocked me to the floor right in the hallway and started to thrust their Dicks in me pussy and mouth. The others crumpled and pulled with all their strength my Tits crumpled to the pain of the thigh... I was very painful and hard to bear their weight, but all the pain drowned out my ecstasy and came almost immediately continuous orgasm. I was suffocating, and it seems to lose consciousness, but came to him again with the next change of members in his pussy. I moaned with pleasure and whispered in moments when there were no members in the mouth: "fuck, fuck me!!! . I lost track of time, it's probably been 3 hours of this continuous fucking. The guys ' sexual urges have subsided. The breaks between fucking me got bigger. Now in place of sexual desire guys in their mood began to show anger. I've noticed that in men during group sex. It's happened to me before. They got tired of sticking their pussy in me, maybe they got tired. Then someone suggested, " Let's kick her off." The proposal was accepted, but prudence prevailed, and they decided just to whip me because, as one of the guys: "the Ass, then the bitch no one but us will see, and about the black eye immediately to ask." They brought a stool, put my belly on him, tied the sheets of my bed my hands and feet to the legs, stuffed it in my mouth my panties and bra, ran into the street, where breaking of twigs of acacia trees. After 10 or 20 shot on my ass I fainted from the unbearable stinging pain from the strokes of the rods on my ass and back, whether from the ecstasy of the pleasure that pain. I woke up under the jet shower. The guy told me to get up quickly, wash and dress, because soon everyone will come and go to lunch. The pain I felt was unbearable. I was constantly crying. I zastavila yourself to lead your view into tolerant to others. I had to wear my longest skirt, because neither shorts nor pants my bloody ass could not stand. However the skirt was only just above the knees, and were visible traces of flogging on the legs above the knees. I couldn't wear panties either. From pussy constantly drained sperm and blood, so I had to cram a pack of tampons into it. Before that, in the pussy, I found my panties and bra, and the wreckage of the rods, which stuffed rags there, and in the Pope - 3 tennis balls. As I reached the dining room and were able to sit on a chair all lunch I do not know. I tried to suppress the terrible pain with thoughts of the pleasures that my sadistic boys would give me. My desire to give my body to the savage teenagers did not cease, but 2 hours of quiet hours gave me time for a short break. This short break and perhaps the realization of what was done to me and the guys were forced to temper their fervor in both sexual attraction to me and sadistic aspirations. Before lights out, everything went without adventures in the usual camp mode. I tried to retire and gain strength lying on the grass. The guys told me they'd fuck me to death at night.... However, tonight neither Sergei nor the teacher is not going to go away. I was pleased and not pleased about it. I was glad that today will not continue this is my fall, but was afraid that the guys will take some nonsense, and open our secret. But in me, deep dark desires that lurked regret failed, now my sexual slavery. My pussy was burning with the desire to get into it these 9 boyish members, I wanted to feel in my mouth this fantastic taste of sperm. When after lights out Sergei went to the shower, I under the pretext of the toilet came out of the counselor, unusually closing the door, but the teacher was already asleep and did not pay attention to it, went into the room, where there were 6 guys, took off his shirt and panties, told the guys to masturbate their pussy, and finished in my mouth, I became cancer, spread my legs and gave myself to them. The door to the ward was left open and one was put "on duty". From their members in myself, I felt pleasure and bliss, I lost count of my orgasms and did not scream with delight could only swallowing deep in the throat members and thrusting in the mouth eggs guys who at this moment fucked me in the mouth. By the time standing in the hallway "on duty" heard that Sergei stopped pouring water in the shower, all the guys managed to finish: three in my mouth, three in the pussy. It was dangerous to stay on and I ran off to the counselor's. I was in a state of ecstasy. There was delight and pleasure in the sexual adventure, but there was a thought: "what I do where I fall, after all there was an opportunity, at least today to avoid it". I tried to calm myself down with an excuse that if I hadn't done it, the guys might have thought that I had tricked them into doing something dangerous.
More neither Sergei nor the teacher "in the night" did not go. The boys were angry and displeased. They were quite angry and arrogant. They have shown nothing developed between me and them relations to people, but when we were left alone, they bullied and humiliated me as notorious thugs probably seen enough movies. They addressed me: "Bitch, whore, Masha-slut, cunt walking, fucking whore..."and forced to suck and accept their members at any time turned up, they liked to hurt me. We went with them to the remote corners of the camp, where they first fucked me, and then shoved cucumbers and apples into my holes. They flogged me with branches. Three days later, they turned my body - ass, thighs, Tits in a solid bruise with scars. My blue from squeezing and pulling Tits no longer fit in any of my bra and swimsuit. I had to, despite the heat to walk in shorts to his knees and t-shirt, and even on the beach not to remove this outfit. Explained that are afraid to get burnt. On the fourth day of this continuous fucking me they wanted even more thrills and they made me send somewhere teacher and Sergei for the evening and night, just like with me, to peek and shoot the video girls in the shower. But, apparently, fate was kind to the girls and neither Sergei nor the teacher in the last week in the evening did not go anywhere else.
When the guys realized that the evening and night they do not "break off", they told me under the pretext of the organization of competitions in orienteering, to go with them alone in the camp. After a quiet hour I and nine of my "pioneers" left the camp. They have called with themselves two hefty, but good-natured camp males. Finding a deserted beach on the beach guys again arranged with me a group Orgy. They took a 3-liter jar and a plate with them, all in turn finished in me, forced me to squeeze out their sperm on a plate, pour it into the jar. Then they all peed in this jar and ordered me to drink it to the bottom. 3 liters in me is not got, and the remnants they poured me the head and not in my peep. All of this they, of course same cast on their cell phones. Then they put me cancer and began to incite me males, forcing his hands and mouth to masturbate dog members. The guys were smart. In advance they wet somewhere rags of urine of bitches , took these rags in plastic bags, and these rags forced me to RUB to myself a crotch and a face. Our good-natured males were not so good-natured when they realized that they were put in front of a bitch with heat. After several attempts to each of males managed slowly and their squeaks in my pussy . They scratched me with their claws his back and bite his neck and shoulders. But I then felt, and in that time probably continuous orgasm from these my tortures captured me and I just prayed to guys, males to fuck me again and again. With one of the males, I still entered the "castle", and his swollen knot, probably 20 minutes could not get out of my pussy. I remember passing by some strangers - a couple, a group of girls, guys. Some people took pictures of me, asked me something, but I just moaned and asked me to leave. I whined and howled like a real bitch and moaned only: "Fuck me, well, please, fuck!!!". Guys, by the way, when I was approached with the dogs, the people ran and hid in the bushes. But it ends. The dog finally got rid of my pussy, the guys forced to suck the dog's cock and scoop out what the dogs pumped me and lick it all. They pissed me from head to toe and made me walk naked to the camp. They went to the side shooting as counter people shy away and swear at me. Before camp, my tormentors still allowed me to swim and bathe in the sea. My whole body was burning from the sea water, corroding scratches and scars. To get me through security at the entrance and through the campsite to the ward, one guy had to give me a long - sleeved shirt and the other a pair of pants, as I left in a t-shirt and shorts to my knees, but now my elbows and knees were wiped to the blood from fucking in a pose of cancer on the sand, and my back and neck were scratched and bitten by dogs.
In the case before the dinner was already in the collection - and the girls and my colleagues. I quickly slipped into the counselor's room, but before that I met face to face with a few girls walking down the hall from the washroom. "That with you, Masha?"- I heard their surprised and, it seemed to me, some snide questions. But not responding I slipped past. In vozhatskoy I've managed to wear my only long pants, a shirt, I had to leave for yourself boy, since I have my long sleeves were just the jacket for cool weather and dress her meant to cause a lot of issues, which I had laid out in this heat. I came up with from what I could make the scarf on the scratched neck when I walked my neighbor's a teacher. She immediately noticed my scratches and scars and exclaimed, "come on, come on?!?", pulled the shirt collar. I did not let her take off my shirt, although she managed to see my Breasts all bruised and scratched. I sat on the bed and cried. Then I lied to her some nonsense that fell from a tree and asked her not to tell anyone, because I'm afraid that I will be accused of violation of safety at work and will not be credited with practice. In General, I was talking some nonsense, the teacher just shook her head. At this time someone knocked on the door and looked the boy on duty from headquarters. He said I was being summoned by the Director. "Tell her she's coming," said the teacher and pushed the boy out the door. The teacher took out her makeup bag - I almost had no makeup-smeared my scratches on the face and neck with Foundation, forced to remove the shirt, horrified to see my completely torn body, and sagging outstretched blue Breasts. Gave to wear his blouse with long sleeves and a light scarf around the neck. Breast under the blouse she tied me my bra, because my bras were 3 sizes, and her 2. Cups did not fit my Tits, but somehow under the blouse managed to fix them, so as not to hang out. In this form I went to the Director. I was terribly afraid that the Director became aware of what was happening to me, my legs gave way, the muscles of the broken pussy could not hold the urine and the flowing blood, so I had to go to the Director's office to the toilet to wipe myself and make a thick diaper from toilet paper. The toilet in the headquarters there was a large mirror, looking into it, I was horrified. Emaciated face the last couple of days I barely ate and did not want all of my thoughts were about something else, and intestines tried to keep empty, to the anus was clean... Awkward, certainly not in my age blouse, with divergent on some spherical, with lumps, chest buttons and light summer pants, stretched only to the pubis, as under them between the legs was a huge lump of toilet paper. But nothing could be fixed. Blouse - no change paper - do not pull out, so as flowed out of my pussy nadarasa brook - Malcesine 2 liters of urine with semen in the stomach worked. It was lucky that the Windows in the Director's office were shaded from the bright evening sun - it was dark. The headmistress, it turns out caused me to just say that I am very pleased with my work, and ask for a farewell bonfire, a performance which has already been prepared by each unit, and even me to perform a ballroom dance, which I have once demonstrated in the camp club, as that my performance was very much like some uncles sponsors. I was really into sports dancing, and I performed at a club once last week in a bathing suit and a tunic. Only this time, the Director offered to put the "for sponsors" is even more revealing outfits. "Evgenia Vasilyevna, - I cried in a pitiful voice, - I got sick, I'm not in shape-monthly... Let's not do my dance. My girls have prepared a dance. I'll tell them to get dressed up." The Director, it seems the first time looked up from his papers and looked at me. "Yes, darling, you don't look well, and a week ago you were so beautiful. Go see our doctor, get your blood pressure checked. Well, anyway, I'm very happy with your work with the kids. You'll be a good teacher, but don't relax for the other 2 days. I've never seen teenagers 14-16 years old so passionate about sports, and so trust the girl coach. They follow you like sheep go, even the girls do not pay attention, just to participate in the next event organized by you. Good girl. Go to the party. Although you deserve a day off, and you can take a day off tomorrow or the day after. But, on a fire-be. And go to the doctor-you look at yourself as a person lost weight."
I didn't have to look at myself. All these days, all I ate was my boys ' sperm and all I drank was their urine. Every morning during the morning Wake-up, and this honorable duty from the beginning of the shift, my colleagues immediately "entrusted" me, they themselves , the teacher and Sergei loved to sleep while I Wake up, wash the team and do mandatory for the camp morning exercises when I went to the house to the boys with their "team, rise!", my dear boys presented with the words "your Breakfast, Mademoiselle" two glasses filled with their sperm collected during the night. They told me to kneel, to throw my head back, to open my mouth, and to pour this lovely cocktail into it. When one day one of my "breadwinners" clumsily spilled some sperm on the floor and ordered me to wipe the floor with a rag, I asked: "my Lord, can I lick?". This caused delight, and after this incident they always poured a third of the glass on the floor, and I collected lips and tongue these precious drops. Drinking in the morning they also gave me, although it turned out not every day. Those of them who were able to write, and usually during the observation of my Breakfast with their sperm, panties all stretched from the risen members, so I could not always write, wrote me right in the mouth. Well, during the day I was fed this diet - thanks to my wonderful boys-masters-owners - not allowed to die completely. From hunger. I wanted to die from fucking and torture, but not from hunger.
Remained 2 days before the end of this camp change of. Guys forced me to agree with the Director about a campaign to the city tomorrow-to be photographed and to buy Souvenirs before departure. I suggested that they probably came up for me to some sexual abuse and humiliation "the people" in the camp-none of them wanted to "Shine" with me and "Shine" to me. Director at my request, replied that she usually doesn't allow that, but for my unit and for me personally will make an exception. She said tomorrow after NAP time to go unit to Anapa.
Night has passed as usually over the past 4 days. In the evening, while Sergei was in the shower, the whole company fucked me. My neighbor is a teacher after the event, when I returned from a trip scratched and battered once isolated, retired and did not pay me or the children any attention. I slept, went to the beach, to the dining room and was silent. I thought she knew what was going on with me and the guys. Don't know whether she understood our motives, I thought that the guys raped me, and I'm afraid to admit, or on the contrary believes that I seduced... I don't think she knew our true condition, the fact that me and these 9 guys "found" each other. They had a chance to know hitherto unknown-only 2 of the company before had sex with women - the world of sex, and they just came to the age of hypersexuality. Besides, to realize his youthful aggression is not a fight-sport but on the real, young, beautiful, until this week the girl. I also needed them to conduct their secret dreams of sexual slavery, the continuously working distiller and endless giving of oneself, their body for sexual mercy. It was the guys in the age of hypersexuality, and young men in the age of the greatest interest in the knowledge of everything, including sex suited for my trance state.
The next day before the rise after a quiet hour passed as usual-swimming, sunbathing, secretly fucked me, flogged, pulled Tits. The only new" invention " of the boys was that I was branded. Three of them had signet - rings with some images. They got pliers, a tourist gas burner, took me away again under the pretext of sports games from the beach and arranged a performance in our building - called "the shameful branding of a bitch and a whore of Mashka R." Of course with shooting at cameras and mobile phones. They put me on a chair, tied my hands, feet, and body to the chair with the same sheets of mine, stuffed their panties in my mouth, burned their seals on the burner, holding them with pliers, and simultaneously pressed two red-hot seals to my body under both Breasts at their base. I've endured a lot these days, and my Boobs especially, but the pain, if it weren't for my clogged mouth, I'd probably be yelling at the whole camp. I fought on a chair, so he fell with me. I'm surprised I didn't pass out. The guys untied me, threw it on the floor in the shower together and peed on place branding. After that, they asked me if I wanted to please them and be branded again, as there was another unused signet. Probably, they themselves were afraid of my reaction to the first branding, so they thought that I would ask them to stop. But despite the terrible pain, I at the same time experienced another ecstasy from the realization that I was made a real, branded slave. Besides, before peeing on me, the guys gave me a session of anesthesia, fucked in pussy and ass, and forced to anoint the leaked semen stigma. Surprisingly guys I said :" of course, my Lord, I pray you to brand my whole body: neck, arms, Tits, belly, ass, thighs and legs." "Fuck you, fuck the fucking fucker,' said guy, - we your of zebov in handcuffs to go home."Still, I convinced them to put me another two marks on the inside of the thighs at their base, closer to the pussy. The place there is no less gentle, so I asked the guys to fix me tighter, so I do not break my arms, legs, head. They put me on the bed, two piled across my chest and belly from different sides, holding my hands. The other two lifted and spread my legs, pressing them against them. Two, appointed this time executioners, pressed the red-hot seals to my thighs at the same time, in pre-marked lipstick places, very close to the large labia of my pussy for 5 seconds... This time the guys forgot to fill my mouth with rags, but from me, when they leaned their red-hot seals to my thighs escaped only rattle, but the whole body. If the voice had broken through, the camp would have run to our tent. I was in convulsions so that the guys lying on me flew up, but the guys fixing legs managed to hold them. From pain I pissed myself, flowed tears and I choked in sobs. But at the same time I had an orgasm and came like during sex. But this place, too, as well as under the Breasts was invisible to anyone, even if I was completely naked, because although I have between the thighs at the base of their pussy and there is a large enough triangle to the lumen, but it is necessary to come very close and look closely to see the stigma in the pussy area, and under the panties, even the most open they can not be seen at all. Under Tits stigma also anybody could not see it, because, even though I have Boobs and erect, like two carrots, but big enough - 3 size, and place the base where you put the stigma still clung to his chest,well, or rather they were until this week, now Boobs even more sore from the bruises, and the bags, so to see my slave mark is possible, only raising them, or hanging me upside down so my Tits out. I don't think that after these adventures Tits will become as they were. Sticking carrots turned into dangling melon gulabi. What I think? Will the Boobs return to their attractive shape... Will I go back to my old life, and will I survive at all, if I want to be fucked to death?... I don't want to think about it! I AM THE SLAVE! I am the property of my masters, and the only thing I dream about is that they use me, my body for their sexual and sadistic pleasures. (But still knew a psychologist I have, though , most need a psychiatrist...) Guys have learned in a week of conspiracy regarding the treatment of their sexual slave. My torment aroused a couple of guys and they came in my pussy. In addition to enjoying the members in my pussy, this time I got additional sweet sensations of pain when they were fucking me rubbing my testicles on just burned places at the labia. My howls while fucking became even louder and more compassionate. I went into a rage and ecstasy from these procedures. And began to beg the guys to brand the hole in the pussy and the sphincter. But the guys decided that still fuck me in these holes, and prefer soft tissue, not fried skin. "Well, then between the rolls ass" - I begged - "next time" - agreed guys.
After a quiet hour our team, except for the teacher went"to the city". Me guys forced to bring yourself presentable, wear any make-up, which had to ask the cosmetics from the girls, to go to the teacher I decided not to. In the house girls in response to my request was heard a friendly chuckle and obviously mockingly questions, "Oh, Mary, why do you need makeup, you're so beautiful was, and we became even more beautiful... Hee hee hee." Grebes probably also know everything, I thought. But cosmetics gave. I powdered, smeared bruises and scratches on the body, summed swollen from tears and pain eyes, made of hair - I have a fairly long light brown hair-tail a La Kournikova. Pulled, as far as I could siski his only remaining not torn bra. She wore a cheerful translucent blouse, a short skirt to half her thighs and sandals with heels. Put some trinkets of cheap jewelry on his neck and hands. The look was near - kind of weird - like young, but some battered, tinted bruises and scratches the girl. But, if from afar - so it is nothing - the curvaceous, Boobs, legs simpatichnye, lasecki plump... The boys responded: "Wow, such a long time since we our fluff is not seen... Come down." Not understanding what is this "get away", I thanked the boys for the compliment.
The city was reached by bus. It was driving decent people, but the guys with me on the rear platform had a photo session. Forced to unbutton her blouse, raise her skirt, and then completely take off her panties and with a raised skirt and Tits thrown out of the blouse to pose in the aisle of the bus. In the back of the bus drove mostly men - women our Teens Saleeem went ahead. But I was noticed by many. In the city, near bus station where we left, guys ordered to me to send Sergey with little girls to walk on the Central Boulevard with shops and booths, and to me to tell Sergey, we with boys go to the market. We agreed to meet at the excavations of the ancient Greek city and go home from there. And the guys told me to warn Sergei that the head of the camp gave me a day off, and I will implement it today, after returning. We with guys indeed found that the type market, here were selling and fruits, and fish, and things. Why did the guys come here? True, some of the guys periodically somewhere separated from the group - pedagogical hardening in me still remained and I noticed the lack of "child" in the group. Half an hour later, one of the departing guys announced: "All found, went."And he led all of us. He led us to some shop of hanging blankets, blankets, rugs and towels. Within sat three men-sellers. "Armenians" - I immediately thought. The guy pushed me inside that shop screen. "Take?"the boy asked the men. Inside this screen was dark, as the ceiling was constructed of sold rug. The eldest of the men - I would say that he is 55-60 got up from his stool, and took hold of my Breasts. "What, what are you doing?"I retreated. "Quiet, "said the boy,"listen to me." How old is she?"the Armenian asked the boy. "19," the guy answered. "Uh," the Armenian said,"what do you say, she's 30, probably crumpled like that." "Well, Yes, a little wrinkled, but 19. You will take-take, there is no leave", - the guy told and took me by a hand. "Fine, but only 5, not 8," the Armenian said. "6" - delivered guy. "Come on," the Armenian agreed and counted the guy 6 thousand rubles. Handing money Armenian suddenly stopped:" Oh, pagadi, and it is not budet to act up, scream?""It won't happen," the guy said, took out his mobile phone and took a picture of me with the Armenians, snatched money from the Armenian's hands and walked 5 meters away. "Did you realize we sold you? Now they are your masters, all you're told is going to perform. But keep in mind that in the morning it should be at home, if not - I have your photo - we will tell the cops," he said to the Armenians. He still stood up a bit and guys all are gone. Armenians stood around me, alone, covered the tent with a blanket, so that the light made its way only through the cracks in the ceiling of the mats. "Did you hear what he said? .... Continue