”She held up the silver locket. I think I gasped. It was the one that Clemency had made disappear and then, miraculously re-appear around my neck th...t first time I had met her in Denise’s bar. I had absolutely no idea how that could have got there. I took it from her and felt it, hot in my hand. I thanked them, dropped the locket into the bag with the new dress and left the shop. I hesitated. Then I went back in.“Can you tell me who donated the red dress?”“Sorry, dear, people can leave them. Suman cried out half through pain half through ecstasy as I buried myself up to the hilt in her wonderful folds. “Oh God, yes” Suman moaned as I continued to thrust into her. Bending over her I began to rub her nipples through the lace bra Suman still wore, breathing heavily in her ear. Suman reached round, unclasped it and threw it to one side as I bucked harder and harder still into her. I pulled out again and turned her over onto her back and lifting her legs over my shoulders I pressed into. Finally, when I had almost given up, it arrived. I impatiently ripped the outer packaging off and looked through the set of prints. Most were surprisingly good, and I got harder and harder as I looked at the whore in the photos, not really able to believe it was ?Me?! Of course in the back of my mind was the idea of placing an advert in a contact magazine, but that was to come later.Of course, there is a limit to what you can get up to at home, and after a while, what had been highly erotic. Yet, behind the facade was a slut who loved to be used. Who loved having her face sprayed with cum. Loved having her asshole reamed, even more so than getting her cunt filled. Loved playing submissive role playing scenarios where she was a stereotypical Latina: an office slut to her fellow colleagues, a maid, a stripper or having to convince the deportation officer she should be allowed to stay. Even though I am a proud Latina, my biggest fantasy is constantly having my Mexican pride taken away.