Diana did not want to take the phallus out of her vagina, she wanted to keep it inside, when it, warmed by her own warmth, warmed her. She fell asleep like that, and then did not hear how it slipped out, fell on the floor and stuck with a nipple, remaining not only until the morning, but until the next night, when she returned home, after some events.
When he woke up in the morning, he found his wife already up and taking a shower, and not wanting to be distracted, he went to the kitchen, thinking about what to eat for breakfast, and what would be quick. And he cooked scrambled eggs with tomatoes, which he usually cooked when there was no time and concentration on something important was required, like today.
Now, on any other day, he would have taken a shower and fucked Diana so hard that the neighbors would have to wake up without an alarm clock.
Having had a quick breakfast, having washed his face in the kitchen sink, having washed his upper body a little, having wiped his face and body, he had a quick breakfast, collected the documents that had already been prepared in the evening, put them in a leather bag that he had bought at a buy-back. It was a good and rather stylish bag, but heavy, but he, having fallen in love with this business bag, almost never parted with it. When he held it in his hands and walked around the office, he imagined himself as a big boss, which was not far from the truth, he was a boss, but a middle-level one.
– Hello, Yan Konstantinovich.
– Hello,– he would say in response, not knowing the names of many of those who greeted him; he usually remembered their last names because they were written in documents without initials.
"A world of surnames, where they are known, but you can't address them," he often thought, as he did today, entering his office, where it smelled of freshness and a carefully washed floor, on which he almost slipped, going to the window to open the vent. He didn't like air conditioners very much, because they didn't freshen the air, but only cooled it, accelerating it in a cycle, so a properly opened window at the right angle saved the situation.
– Christina, please make a quarterly report,– he said, looking out the door.
In addition to today's presentation, there were also current tasks that did not disappear anywhere.
He laid out around him a pile of papers on the technical documentation of the finished product for launching sales.
The presentation of the program, which began exactly at 11:00, began with a short speech by the company's executive director, who introduced Yan Konstantinovich to investors.
– Hello, this product will allow designers to work in a team without resorting to other additional communications, our team has undertaken … – here his speech was interrupted by one of the investors, asking:
–Have you tried working with this product yourself?
– Yes, but I'm not a designer, I'm a programmer.
–Yesterday I gave the trial version to my daughter, she didn’t figure out the interface right away, although she is an excellent student at school, which means the user won’t be able to quickly launch the new product on their desktop.
– But she's not a designer.
– She is an excellent student and used to draw well, so we gave it to her to use, and your product needs to be improved, the interface needs to be simplified.
