He pinned her there for a moment – stomach and breast pressed flat on paint and plaster, back and ass pressed snugly with his hard body – then cau...ht the hem of her jeans, and stripped them down her long, trim legs in one, fast move. He knelt before her, faced directly with a sexy little triangle of sky blue satin that disappeared between the milky white curves of her ass. Hands traveled up her silky smooth legs, preceding the damp heat of the man’s mouth. When he reached the tight bubble that. “So, between all of us, with none judging you now, did you ever step out on me, as I have on you? I won’t get upset either way, just as you won’t these days, right, so what’s the harm in the truth? I’m just very curious, papi,” Mireya wondered aloud, not that I lacked similar thoughts.“Actually, since you’re asking, I fucked your tia, Aunt Veronica! Is that so bad? I did it eight times now since the wedding, plus twice before it, including on the wedding day itself when the stripper left me. Salma” I slurred, getting up, “I insist. You worked hard.” “No, really, Mr. Arun, it’s okay.” Salma said. I got up to thank her and leave, but I had trouble standing straight. I had drunk a little too much scotch, I realized. Salma also realized it. “Mr. Arun, did you come by car?” she asked. “Yes.” I said, holding the chair for support. “You are in no position to drive.” Salma said and picked up the phone “Rosie, is Johnny still around? Good, send him over.” In a few seconds, the door opened,. Alexa belongs to me." Yeah, I read her diary." Armando slammed the notebook on the table. "I know what ya people are, what it is ya done to her! Alexa's been forced into slavery, ya nearly kill her and now she's goin' half crazy trying to survive in this city while she has to prove HER loyalty! Ya treat her WORSE than a damn animal!" He threw the cash down next to the notebook. "See how she even saves to pay ya goddam money all back? She goddam LOVES ya and ya don't wanna know!" He turned away..