Having a Mexican mom, I was raised to appreciate Mexican culture but unlike some multi-cultural k**s, I didn’t learn Spanish fluently…I guess enou...h to get by though. My mom hated that but oh well.I visited Nogales Senora across on the Mexican side on and off during my c***dhood and teen years. As a young adult, I was fearless and sometimes went across alone to visit the strip clubs, get a cheap lunch, or look for bargains at local markets. I flirted with as many local girls in Senora as a. She blushed and cast her eyes downwards, but followed his instruction. Inside she found a silver, slightly egg-shaped object, perhaps an inch long and slightly smaller across with a thin dark stripe around the middle. She glanced up at him, her gratitude for the gift mixed with confusion about exactly what it was."You wear it, my dear," he said simply."Wear it, Sir?" Yes," he continued, smiling broadly, "you wear it. Inside of you." Oh!" she said as her face turned a bright shade of red to the. She didn't want to embarrass herself right now and let anyone know what sordidness she was up to, so she dipped her full, pouting lips under the surface of the water, just in case she squealed! Her nipples grew even harder and even longer than their usual peanut size, to the extent that they began to hurt, her body was as tense as it had ever been and she could feel her cum welling up inside of her. With one last quick gasp for air, she held her breath for one final time, as she pushed down as. I need to see that panty covered ass!” Flash, flash, flash. “Get over to the bed, pussy licking, cock sucking slave and bend over!” “Yeah, that’s it! Stick that ass out!” Flash, flash, flash!Next, my wife stretched out upon the bed, spread her legs and commanded me to get between them. Through the material of her pants I felt a bulge where a slight, soft mound should have been. I was ordered to unzip her zipper. As I pulled the zipper down, I could hardly believe my eyes. There, attached.