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On the one hand, this circumstance made a small negative impression on him, but in his heart he understood her.
The work on a business trip was going to be quite long, it was necessary to set up and adjust the equipment, find out the issues of relationships with partners and train their staff to work.
On the first day in the evening, having held the meeting, which was necessary in such cases, the team gathered in one of the rooms for a glass of tea.

There were few snacks, they drank vodka in small portions, discussing current problems, complaining about life, telling anec-dots, occasionally leaving the spacious balcony for a smoke break.
Sergei did not smoke, but calmly treated the smoke of cigarettes.
In addition, the room was stuffy, so he went out with everyone.
The lack of chairs for all forced to sit on the chair for two.
Lucy, coming out first, took a seat and, having moved, invited him.

Sitting next to him, Sergey heard a soft, intoxicating scent of perfumes.
Everyone was already tipsy, sang songs, occasionally pouring.
Lucy saw a little, but constantly, and was in a pre-red mood.
Sitting apart together was uncomfortable.
Sergey, in order to give stability to the whole structure consisting of a chair and two bodies, hugged Lucy by the waist.
A short blouse, without a bra, made it possible without effort to put a palm on a naked body.
It was elastic, warm, easily laid to his hand.
Sergey, who had already drunk enough, but not to the extent that the consciousness begins to falter, felt how warmly the Lucian body went to him, causing even a shudder at some moment.
It seemed to him that she did not notice.
After the next portion of vodka, eating a lemon, Lyusya, pretending to stagger, grabbed Sergei by the waist, but did not remove her hand. hidden camera mom xxx
Sergey yes, he felt that she approached him.
This approach was not like the way two people simply come closer together in cramped quarters.

“Just like a green cucumber he was,” she sang, fooling around, company.
“I hope you are not greenish?” Lucy, smiling conspiratorially, tilted his head at Sergey and looked at his groin first, and then looked up.
“It all depends on artistic lighting,” he answered, practically not surprised at such a frank question.
After all, everything seems easier.
They laughed.
Sergey lived in a room together with another employee, so after such words Lucy regretted it.
“It’s impossible to miss the moment, anyway, sooner or later there must be a second one.
I can’t be whole-hearted all my life, “he thought, trying to make the brain not slow down in his actions.
“As a senior of the group, I have to make a remark to you: in the future, consider that the leader must live separately,” Sergey said in such a tone that his playful-capricious sense was understood with an insignificant amount of sub-text.
Lucy understood him.
Looking merrily into her eyes, she accepted his tone and, with no less share of subtext, said: “As you say, chief.

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Sergey’s hand went up the Lucian body a little higher, and with his finger he already felt the hollow that forms at the place where the chest adjoins the body.
The back of her finger lay on the side of her belly, and the outside of her chest was tied up.
Low light allowed to do this imperceptibly from other attendees.
-Korostylev and Shishkin will arrive tomorrow.
Their number is 358.
– Lucy looked into Sergei’s eyes, closed them for a few seconds, then opened and smiled.
Her smile was more eloquent than any words.
Yawning for order, she rose from the chair and, wishing everyone a good night, unsteadily walked to the door of the room.
Almost no one noticed her departure.
Sergey left after seven minutes.
2
Room 358 was located through three doors on the opposite side.
Ser-gay, without knocking, opened the door and entered.
The room was lit by the faint light of the included sconce.
There was a shower noise from the bathroom.

He really wanted to go to the bathroom, however, having overcome himself, he closed the front door of the castle and went to the ball-con.
The summer evening was warm, but not stuffy.
Leaning on the railing, Sergei tried to bring his thoughts in order.
They revolved around the upcoming events.
What he only imagined during the rare masturbations was today more than ever close.
He did not know how he should behave: either to strip naked and lie down on the bed, or go to the shower to meet Luce, or meet her in the middle of the room.
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