“Oh, Moonlight…” he said to the woman, “What are you dealing with too…”
She was the wife of one of her husband’s coworkers, Moonlight. She was just a brunette and an ordinary woman. They were just getting to know each other, actually. From that point of view, it was a little strange for the woman to talk like that.
So, it had come to a size that would attract the attention of others, Mr. Erol’s gaze. With her eyes she searched among the crowd for her husband. Dec. He was standing with a group ahead, Nedim. They were talking about something heated and heated. At least he didn’t realize it, that is.

Her husband was a low-level manager at Mr. Erol’s company. And when it came to the opening of this new farm, naturally, they were invited too. The farm was somewhere near Sapanca. The party was there, of course. Nedim had secured a job and was planning to drink a lot, so he fell on a co-worker who was sitting next to them to go and come. Of course, he calculated that this way he wouldn’t have to drive.
The party started at 7 pm because the weather was very hot. The course was carefully prepared. She had been together with her husband’s boss like this before, and she had experienced the same thing every time. The man was staring at you all the time. He looked almost like a dicker. And thus, it seemed to prove that his fame, which was circulating from tongue to tongue, was not so unfair. The man’s philandering was epic on the tongues. It was always said that even a flying bird could not get out of his hands. And that he’s fond of blondes. And it was also said that most of the people who worked with him had fucked his wife. The surprising part was that Mr. Erol was over the age of 60, but. Nevertheless, he had a look like a staple. He wasn’t overweight. He was of medium height. But his hair and the goatee he had left on his chin had turned gray. This gave him a very pleasant mood, actually. Of course, it was normal that his physical condition was so good. He had so much money, the guy. So Shule was aware that Mr. Erol was dying to fuck her. He was almost sure that one day he would definitely do this. He was 27 years old, Shule. She was blonde and a very attractive woman. So it suited the guy’s taste. The only unknown was when this would happen.

And he was so curious about how much of what was being told about him was real. He also knew that he would give it to the man as soon as he got the opportunity. Anyway, it wouldn’t be the first time she gave it to someone other than her husband. It was also certain that it would not be the last.

A little under the influence of these thoughts, he had taken care to become a complete disaster while preparing. She had chosen a black and thin garment for herself. It was something with rope-like straps that wrapped around your body until the end of your hips. Her skirt was getting a little baggy, but it was really short. And he had put on his feet slipper-like shoes with heels as high as possible, thin bottoms, consisting only of a few leather bands. He knew that his feet were very beautiful, Shule. And he was looking at them carefully. They were soft. She always painted her nails with a flesh-colored nail polish. She took one last look at herself in the mirror before leaving the room when she finished dressing. It was really weird. It was even obvious that she was not wearing a bra or panties under the clothes. He never liked either of these things anyway. But they were something to be used for him when he had to. And today he didn’t feel obliged.

They set off around 6 o’clock. Shule was sitting alone in the back, her husband next to her friend who was driving in the front. It took more than an hour to get there. He had actually exploded out of boredom.

But from the moment they entered the open area where the party was held, he was enjoying himself instead. Because Mr. Erol’s eyes, which looked like a fuck, were still fixed on him at that moment and never left again. He found this extremely stimulating, Shule. They were making eye contact from time to time. These moments were even more exciting, actually. There was fire coming out of the man’s eyes.

“Do you know, they call him a maniac…” said Moonlight almost in a whisper“ “He does strange things to women, they say so…”
“Is it so..?” he asked the woman, “What is it like?.?”
“I don’t know, that’s just what they say…”
”You shouldn’t believe everything you hear, my dear Mehtap… Maybe it’s gossip, maybe it’s real, but what about us, dear …”

The woman seemed to have deteriorated a little. Apparently, he was waiting for Shule to get really curious and take it on so that he could tell what he wanted to tell. A little later, he walked away, muttering, ”let me walk around.” Now he was left alone at the head of the high cocktail table, where he was resting his elbows, Şule.
He moved his eyes around and looked for Mr. Erol. But the man was nowhere in sight. He disappeared while the moonlight was holding him to the word. He’s bored. If he had been able to make eye contact with the man again, he would have wanted to respond to his fucking gaze by looking like he was giving. He was also left alone, ready.

“It was Shule, wasn’t it?” a voice said right behind him at that moment, “You’re making my head spin, I think you know…”
He quickly turned around, Shule, and suddenly came nose to nose with Erol Bey. He was looking right into your eyes, Adam. His brown eyes were really flaming.
“Is that so?” he said, “What am I even doing?”
“You don’t have to do anything… I’m looking at you and that’s enough…”
The man came and stood next to him. He was also leaning one elbow on the table. There was an ordinary image for those who looked from the outside, so there was an ordinary image. Suddenly, Şule felt Mr. Erol’s other hand on his waist. He trembled slightly with this contact. What was this guy doing like that?

”Especially your hips make my head spin…” said Mr. Erol, “You have an incredibly arousing ass…”
He couldn’t even talk right now. In an instant, the man had taken up a wholesale attack. It was coming at you full throttle. He was trying to pull himself together when he felt the hand on his waist slowly begin to slide down. Erol Bey’s hand was descending on his hips.
“I see that you are also aware of this beauty… Look, you’re not even wearing underpants…”
He felt that he was slowly starting to fly, Shule. God, what kind of a man was this. He didn’t even seem to mind the possibility that someone might see them.
”We need to be alone with you…” said Mr. Erol, “I want to study this beauty closely because… Do you understand, Shule…?”

Fortunately, at that very moment, someone started coming towards them. This caused Mr. Erol to withdraw his hand. Otherwise, it seemed that the end of the rope would run away for Shule. Then the table got crowded around. This also seemed like an opportunity for Shule to collect himself. In the meantime, some of the invited guests had Decamped from the party. Most of the people who stayed were company employees, and there were a few foreign guests.
That’s when he detonated the bomb, Mr. Erol.

“Now we’re all leaving here together and going straight to my house…” he told everyone, “After that, it’ll only continue there… Everyone has a car anyway…”
He was still with Shule. He wasn’t touching her anymore, but he was really close. He turned his head and looked at the man.

“We don’t have a car…” he suddenly said, “We came here in someone else’s car…”
He didn’t even know why he was saying that at that moment. It just came out of his mouth all of a sudden. But Mr. Erol’s eyes suddenly lit up.
“Let’s go, everyone to the cars…” he said in the middle.
Then he held Shule’s hand tightly.
“You…” he said, ”You’re coming in my car…”

He didn’t know what to say for a moment, Shule. But she felt she couldn’t say no. He was her husband’s boss, Adam, and he shouldn’t have made her angry once. At least he knew that. But perhaps more importantly than that, he himself did not want to refuse this offer. From the moment Erol Bey’s hand started stroking her thighs, she had completely lost her resistance, which was not much anyway.
”But my husband…” she just happened to say.

”Don’t worry about him…“ said Mr. Erol, ”His friends will take care of him…”
Nevertheless, she looked around and looked for her husband with her eyes. There was a Learned Gentleman with Nedim. Bilgin Bey, who is known as Erol Bey’s deputy steward. My God, either the guy was thinking about everything, or his close people were watching him all the time and immediately realized that he was trying to do something and prepared the environment. He was strong, Mr. Erol, and he was using this power.

When they arrived at the farm gate, Mr. Erol’s black black Audi was waiting for them. The tall driver with gray hair had already opened the back door. The man gave way to him first, and then he went in himself. When he closed the door, it was as if his connections with the outside world were severed. The windows of the Audi were also black. There was no way for those outside to see anything. But Shule could see them anyway. For this reason, she realized that Bilgin Bey was taking her husband towards her own car. Meanwhile, the Deckhand had also taken his place. It moved like a sliding Audi.

His heart was thumping, thumping, thumping. He knew something was going to happen. But he didn’t know what was going to happen. And when it will happen. He was just sitting on the left side of the car waiting.
But he didn’t have to wait long. They had gone only a few hundred meters when Erol Brain felt his hand on his legs. He had grabbed her right above the knee, Adam. And his hand was like fire.
This contact caused his whole body to tremble. His legs were spread apart without his hand, and the man’s hand slowly began to climb up. He was very skillful, actually. He had a very determined and confident state of the man. And he was in no hurry at all. Those burning fingers like fire, moving millimeters by millimeters, were approaching the now soggy *****.

“Let’s go quietly, Turan …” he said to the driver, “We’re not in a hurry, you know…”
Thus, it caused the driver to come to Shule’s mind. He was so excited that it was as if he had forgotten her. When he looked in the rearview mirror, he made eye contact with the driver. God, he was watching them, adam.
She was trying to decide what to do when Mr. Erol’s fingers found her pussy. His whole body started shaking. A deep groan came out of his mouth, his waist was coming out. The tension inside him, which had been escalating for quite a while, was suddenly released. One touch had caused him to bring his waist, Adam.