I could see in her face that she was re-grouping her thoughts because she didn’t get the answer she thought she was going to get. “What I want to ...now is, why are you masturbating when you have a wife and can get relief just about whenever you want?” “Well…. I’ll tell you why…” I said. I picked up the porno magazine I was looking at and held it up, showing my wife pics of women sucking cock and eating cum. Now it was my time to stun her. She stood there, silent for about 30 seconds. “You. It might have been the same woman, but she was useless. We could not train her, so in the end I cut my losses and sold her again."It took all of Ernesto's self control not to kill the man outright, for Rubina would have fought against the type of 'training' a brothel offered, fought perhaps to the death. He questioned the man closely, indicating that a woman of spirit was what he wanted, and the brothel-keeper said that he was sure he had sold her through the slave market at a small oasis not. “I saw the other Mexican waitress working here and really need a job.” Happily detecting desperation not only in her voice but also her eyes, I asked “Tell me a little about yourself.”“I’m from Warez. Don’t have my working papers yet. But work hard – any hours you want.”“How old are you?”“41 – I have three k**s. My husband’s work hours have been cut recently.”“You’ve got a nice shape. That’ll get you good tips.” The way she carried herself and eyed the other guys in the place indicated she was. She lay her head on my chest in the same position without removing my penis for half an hour. We both were tired and it was time to relax in each other’s arms. So we let ourselves cool down. After half an hour she sat up and said ‘remove your penis?’ I said ‘ok’. So she slowly removed mine and came beside me and lay beside me keeping her right arm round my chest. Holding my face in her both hands with lots of love, ‘saheb’ she said, ‘I have not had this much pleasure till now. This is the first.