I never thought I'd betray six.

And it hasn't been two days since he called me. Mr. Carlos already knew all the routine in my house. From the time Paul went out and came back; that Paulinho was wanted or when we all went home to my mother-in-law or that just one of us was going to buy bread. Everything, he already knew everything. So, of course, he called when he thought he'd be home alone. Go ahead, Mr. Carlos. I'm alone. Paulinho's asleep. His voice was already giving me something and so alone in a skirt I would sit half open on the couch. Very well, Roberta. I think now you've passed the main test and you're already a differentiated little bitch with a real owner. It's Friday and I know that Paulo takes a while and you sometimes used to go down there for play, don't you Roberta? Oh, but Paulinho's asleep, isn't he? I feel like you, bitch. How do I do it? I immediately started getting soft and my voice went hoarse, cut. I don't know, Mr. Carlos. I know that bastard ate your ass and it's driving me crazy to fuck you again, bitch, to mistreat you, I don't know why. I got really wet and touched myself spreading more on the couch with open legs and come out above the panties. I'll figure it out, Mr. Carlos. I'll come over. I got up and ran to the intercom. Miss Laura? It's Paulo's Roberta, can you do me a little favor, Miss Laura? This is my daughter. It's just that I had an emergency here, Mrs. Laura, and Paulinho's in trouble in his sleep, and he's not supposed to wake up until tomorrow, so you could have him here so I can sort it out and I'll be right back? Dona Laura was a 67-year-old neighbor and friend and since Paulinho was born has always helped us in some way. And it was an emergency... It hasn't been ten minutes. What happened to my daughter? I hope it's nothing serious. Anything with Paulo? - No, Miss Laura. Actually, it was my boss who called and asked me to come over to her house to deliver a very important document, and today Paulo isn't home anytime soon. I said that already with an empty envelope and already at the door ready to leave. I'm taking the phone, Miss Laura; in the desk drawer on the phone has my number and Paulo's, any emergency calls. Ah! I'm glad it's nothing serious. Oh, these men, they leave us always, I remember when Francisco was alive... Then go my daughter, don't worry. When she closed the door I pressed the elevator looking down the stairs in doubt, but the elevator came and I went in sighing. I went in the same jeans skirt I wore just changing my panties. When he opened the door, he was just in his underwear and he made me come in and shut the door and give me a long kiss on my mouth like we were a couple of boyfriends. A strong smell of beer hovered in the air and he seemed like a “baby”. I felt your huge thing hardening my leg and shook slightly and when I finally entered the room more I saw that the man from the bar was there like that day. There was no way I wouldn't feel ashamed of him and immediately bowed my head. Roberta, my little bitch, lift your pretty little head. Mr. Carlos said that by gently taking me by the chin and forcing my face up. I want you to look at him, bitch, come on, look. You're a little bitch, a different little bitch because you own it, but you're a little bitch. He'd say these things and smooth my legs by climbing up my skirt and every once in a while the tiny white, transparent lace panties that I wore show up. I looked at the ugly man and realized he didn't cause me that much disgust anymore. His wide eyes looked fixedly at the walk of Mr. Carlos' hands on my thighs. Carlos! Carlos! Leave your skirt hanging a little bit, like this. That bitch Carlos, how delicious! I was ashamed again and instantly lowered and turned my head again. Take off your slutty skirt, cop. My trembling and obedient hands with a certain difficulty managed to get rid of the skirt that fell loose on the floor up my feet leaving me with only panties and shirt. Mr. Carlos' right hand entered inside his panties and touched me with force to the vagina completely wet and then strongly bowled my clitoris making me groan with pain and pleasure. The man got up looking upset and came towards us. I heard Mr. Carlos' light laugh near my ear and instinctively opened my legs a little more. Isn't she great? I deserve another week of free beer, don't I? You deserve Carlos, you deserve him. The man said that and began to dispute with his hand a place inside my panties with the hand of Mr. Carlos. Suddenly I saw myself leaning back with two hands stuck inside my panties and I started shaking. A finger, which I no longer knew of who tried to get into my anus suddenly making me give a little cry of pain and fright. Suddenly Mr. Carlos changed his attitude. He took his hand from me and from the man as well and told me to lean my hands on the table and tilt my ass slightly back, as I had already stayed with him there on other occasions. I promptly obeyed already getting nervous and anxious for what would happen. I felt her hands gently lower all my panties in which I helped with movements of my body causing her to descend to the ground. A slap with relative force was given making me scream slightly surprised. Hit me, John, hit my bitch's ass. There was silence and nothing. Another new slap from Mr. Carlos, this time a little stronger made me start crying. Beats John, knocks the bitch likes. I heard a little laugh from the man and a strange and unusual pleasure filled my soul with pain and pleasure in that position. I don't like beating Carlos, my business is just eating. A new slap from Mr. Carlos made me give a little scream and increase the crying. Hit the fucking bitch. This time followed by the giggle, came along the slap with the different hand from the man at the bar. He hit harder, dryer and laughed nervously soon after. I cried, but I was already crying, enduring, enjoying... When my phone on the table started ringing. They stopped waving my left hand when I raised my arm. It rang again and I could see in the display the name Paul lighting and erasing repeatedly. I wondered if you'd answer, but then I answered trying to control the crying, the voice. Hi Paulo! I could hear Mr. Carlos' voice, although I tried to keep my voice down. It's Horn John. John laughed loudly and made me afraid that Paul could hear. No Paulo, it was my current boss who is replacing Fatima who asked me, I am already coming back. At that, I felt Mr. Carlos touching my ass and starting to smooth. Your mouth totally stuck in my ear and started murmuring. That motherfucker doesn't eat you like that, bitch. Birthday? Oh, yeah. Is it tomorrow at play? The head of Mr. Carlos's thing was fixed from behind at the entrance of my vagina making it difficult for me to contain a groan. I thought I'd ask him to stop, but I'd learned not to contest him ever again... No, I didn't buy any gifts, Paul. And it's Carlos. It's Marco's birthday tomorrow. He ordered me ten cases of beer. Who's there Roberta? The man spoke too loudly. I felt that your Carlos would come in with everything I managed to turn off the phone when soon afterwards I did not contain a loud groan with the strong entrance of the head of Mr. Carlos' cock into my completely soaked cunt. Your back-and-forth movement almost made me beg for more. When he came out of me it seemed to give the turn to the man I felt who stood behind me. You won't come inside the whore in Joao. The man came in and siau several times puffing, moaning. . I'm gonna stop or I'm gonna make fun of Fernando. Get down on your knees Denise so he can come in your mouth. He obeyed promptly and only laid his lips on the head of the man’s thing and he began to spurt almost screaming and wetting my face and mouth of sperm. - Lambe Denise, lick everything, leave nothing. It was amazing how great a pleasure had also developed in me to be blindly obedient and servile. Any disgust that is inconsequential that there might be was totally overcome by the pleasure of being obedient and serving sexually. Right away, sir. Fernando took the man's place, but instead of putting it in mine he came masturbating until jets came out towards my face Lambe Denise, passes his finger and leads to his mouth. I obeyed frantically until he came closer and told him to suck. I still felt jets in the sky of my mouth. I smiled Denise, you bitch, show me my sperm, show me my sperm. At first I didn't quite understand what he was saying. But then I saw it and opened my mouth. The acre taste of his sperm and the man came down from the corner of my mouth and my chin, while I opened my mouth and looked at him like a puppy waiting for a new order, was when I saw behind his head the glass eye of a camera and another camera to the left, which gave me field of vision for a third and fourth camera. But I no longer contested anything... - Now you can swallow it. Swallow, that little bitch. Now get your skirt and panties, go to the bathroom and wash up. Look, watch out, it's marked on your ass. Before you go, I want to talk to you about this party tomorrow. When I was back in the room, the man had already left and he told me. Sit here on the couch, little bitch and pay attention. Tomorrow I want you to go dressed like this at the party. You'll put on a dress, you can choose, but it's short. I want those beautiful legs out, okay? I did it with the head. And the panties I want right there, if it's not the same one, do you have the same one? - Yes, I do. I won a lot like this from Mario. I must have four more. - All right. Dressed up with her little legs and panties like that, which is to see the pussy pop up in her bottom, I love it. I don't want a bra. Some friends of mine are coming over tomorrow, and I want to show you to them. I'll find a way for no one to understand anything, let alone Mario, your safety is my safety as well. I was gonna say something... And you can go, Denise. There's nothing to talk about. And I stood up and went out into the door, knowing that I was accompanied by his eyes. Watch out for the little ass marked he little bitch. (continues)