Don Enrique was a man of action. Waiting wasn't his best skill. Pedro understood however it had made the day stretch even longer than it had needed to... Now they were talking to someone that Ishmael had found in the backstreets of the city. The man was old and wizened in appearance but there was still hardness to the look in his eyes and it was obvious that the man wasn't someone you wanted to annoy. The man was a Moor who lived in the city and who did business here. He was better dressed than. "I got up to leave and when I reached the door she said, "Martin" and I turned back to her."Thank you Martin, thank you for everything."I smiled at her and got back to work."At lunch time I picked up the phone and called home. Jennie answered and I told her the lie that I had told her so often. I told her I would be flying to Dallas that afternoon and wouldn't be back until the next day. There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment or two and I asked:"Jennie? Are you still. “Okay, ill sort out what ill wear for tonight later” I smiled again, sitting back down on the bed. Her hair had fallen over her forehead and had stuck there with her sweat. I reached toward it, and brushed it off of her head gently “You’re...” I started - closing my eyes tight “You’re....Very, Beautiful” I said. Still holding her hand. I loosened my grip slightly; I didn’t want her to hurt herself trying to pull away from me. But instead she sat up and looked at me “How?” I just started at her. “I’m glad I wore a skirt. That sure made it easier to get fucked.”That got my attention! I quickly responded, “What the hell do you mean? Right here? You sure you haven’t had too much to drink?”She squeezed my arm, “I’ve never been so drunk I didn’t know when a cock was moving and squirting in me. Come on, I’ll show you exactly where and how it happened.” Of course I followed her and we went into one of the bedrooms then into a walk-in closet. My cock was swelling at the crazy thought of this.