The elevator stops on the ground floor, while I'm still picking up trash that has dropped out of my trash bag. Mr. Lamaulle pushes open the door, letting Misty escape.When leaving the cabin to catch up with his dog, Mr. Lamaulle runs into the Bracards! M. Lamaulle “Oh! Pardon Misty escaped me " Mr. Bracard" Good evening Jacques " Mrs. Bracard:" It is at this hour that you leave Mysti? Poor little beast " M. Lamaulle:" And you, where do you come from in full dress? " The Bracard are on their thirty-one, she in a black dress and him in a dark suit. I notice that the big feet of Mr. Bracard are molded in moccasins of a very supple leather which reveals the relief of the toes.M. Bracard “An evening with colleagues, just before the big departure for the holidays. It was nice. The Bracards are in their forties, both sporty and distinguished. Recently arrived in the building, they sympathized with the Lamaulle.Mr. Lamaulle "Good, and good evening" Mrs. Bracard notices my presence "But what are you doing there Marco? » Me:« I'm going down the trash, Mrs Bracard » Mrs Bracard, entering the elevator« At this hour? »Then addressing her husband« Another night owl! " Mr. Bracard laughs" Hey! Pierre, have you seen yourself in your dressing gown? " Ms. Bracard laughed heartily.Mr. Lamaulle ignores the sarcasm "I'm going to walk Mysti"But Mr. Bracard holds him back by the elbow. "And our little project is progressing?" »He glances at me and takes a knowing air« I have the impression that I do ».M. Lamaulle: “Yes Jacques. In the top ! " Mr. Bracard:" On top? what did I tell you? " Mrs. Bracard is impatient" Enough your mysteries! I'm horribly sleepy " M Bracard" Come up my darling I'll join you. Just two words to say to Pierre » The elevator door closes on Mme Bracard. As the cabin starts up, her husband shouts to her "Leave the door open, I won't delay"I cross the hall to reach the courtyard, hugging my buttocks. I hope that Mr. Bracard who has embarked on a meeting with Mr. Lamaulle, will not notice the viscous flows traced on my thighs by the sperm of Mr. Lamaulle.I cross the courtyard to go to the local garbage. I have just opened the door of the room when I am joined by Mr. Bracard "Good evening Marco" I answer him without looking back "Good evening Mr. Bracard" I feel a hand on my buttocks. A hand that goes into my shorts and is pressed against my line.I am paralyzed with shame and anger."Hmm your line is all sticky!" What is this Marco? " " It does not concern you, "I try to free myself without success. The hand creeps diabolically towards my anus »Suddenly, I feel a finger penetrate me bluntly and Mr. Bracard's voice whispering in my ear "It's Pierre's jute, he told me." He says you're on top. It was a bet between us and I won it! » I try again to free myself from the finger stuck in my ass, but without more success, stuck as I am by the containers.“Now it's my turn Marco. You are going to suck me off and then you will give me your ass, like for Pierre " " Okay Mr. Bracard. But first I want to feel your feet ” I surprise myself. The feet excite me madly but I never dare to ask.Mr. Bracard laughs "Feel my feet?" Are you kidding me ? " " No Mr. Bracard, simply remove your shoes ""In the garbage room?" It's disgusting ! Are you kidding me ! " " No Mr. Bracard " Mr. Bracard is furious but I will not yield. I suggest the elevator or a landing in the building, but Mr. Bracard is afraid of being surprised.Finally he takes me to his house "My wife will be in bed" Their apartment looks like a loft. When you open the landing door, you have on the right, the American kitchen, only separated from the living room by a high counter surrounded by bistro stools.Facing the window and turning your back to the counter, a sofa. To the right of the window, a small low cabinet with the television screen.M. Bracard cautiously opens the landing door. Surprise! The TV is on. From behind the back of the sofa looms Madame Bracard's head. I just have time to squat down and hide behind the kitchen counter.Mr. Bracard "Honey, aren't you in bed?" " Mrs. Bracard" Ultimately no. I have a migraine, I took an aspirin. Are you coming to watch TV with me? It's interesting, it's about kangaroos. Or do you prefer to go to bed? " Mr. Bracard" No, I'm going to take this opportunity to get on with my work "And he opens the laptop on the kitchen counter.Mme Bracard “You work too much! Unless it's still one of your games. ” Mr. Bracard "No I assure you darling, things to be finalized before the holidays." "Mme Bracard "Good luck my darling" Still squatting, I head for the front door to leave the apartment. But M. Bracard nods to me no, he perches himself on one of the high stools and points to his fly.How to resist ? Approaching the stool, I grab one of his feet. Mr. Bracard tries to take it away from me and I find myself with his moccasin in my ha ...

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