– Hello, Doctor. I am 31 years old, I am married, I have three children, although no one will say that – you see what figure. I am a waitress, and this work, you understand, is not too respected – even ourselves. Because customers consider it possible to dissolve their hands, but we cannot answer – this, they say, scares the clientele.
Two years ago I was lucky – our company opened a restaurant in Japan, and girls were recruited there. It’s not as scary as through completely strangers to go somewhere: they will kill, sell, get into prostitution. And here all your. It was necessary to work as a “mistress”: this is not a waitress, but as if a free lady who entertains the client at the table – but not in bed, this is stipulated by the contract.
And I left, leaving the children to the mother -in -law, because my husband was very drunk, although when we had just married, he even then made oaths that he would not drink. But here… How drunk comes, so hits me and my mother, children can fall.
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Now we continue to read the revelations of the waitress who has gone to work in Japan.
In bed, my husband is simply none, although sometimes it starts to torment me so that I do it, and this, but he still does not react anything.
And literally a week later, as they arrived in Japan, I myself invited the Japanese to me, well, I really wanted not even sex, but by the courteousness of their. Well, I thought, I’ll try, I won’t lose, even if I don’t like it too much.
And here it was that I did not expect from myself. Such, you know, an air castle in the magical world. The Japanese creates something unearthly for me, and I am still strengthening. And so beautiful, so indescribable, so divine! And I fell in love with him. And he is in me. And all these six months I just flew around the restaurant, the men curled up, but I slept at my sweet house every night. This is generally something incredible-the Japanese will rather be successful than to leave someone at night. And here – I introduced me to him, and he introduced me to me, and looked at the pictures of children and approved. And I, like in a fucker, I see nothing but love.
And what in bed is neither in Russian nor in Japanese. The fact that I and my husband had what I did to myself is just dust, nonsense. Together we were like gods, I rolled orgasms for half an hour, and he generally compressed the first time, like a March cat. Then, however, he got used to it, it became just slender, and all.
To be continued…
Based on material from the magazine “Social Protection”
