The word family left a bitter taste in her mouth. That much she remembered. The trip west was with her husband and his parents. It was a journey she h...d never wanted to take, with a man she did not love, and his parents that treated her like a slave.The marriage had been arranged, and although her husband was handsome and rich, she could never love him. To please her parents, she had gone through with the wedding and became his wife. Almost immediately, he announced that they were going west to. I felt two hands on my hips and then I was pulled closer to a strong body. The person held me close to him and danced with me. He was a good dancer and did not touch me in any other way, so I did not move away.After a little while I felt his cock against my butt. I had a skirt on, but my boyfriend like when I left my panties at home, so I was commando under my skirt. The strangers cock felt big and very hard against my tight bun. First I thought he was rubbing himself against me, but soon. Then Margarita was obliged to repeat the story back to me, in whatever mixture of English and Spanish she could manage. The Spanish sometimes proved necessary in order to communicate the fact that she had actually understood what I had just told her.As the days went by, she was more and more capable of answering entirely in English, adequate-enough English that I could be certain she was following the pattern of my speech in the new language. Gently, I would correct her grammatical construction. He stood up with his maleness raging and pressed his open mouth against one of her hard, pink nipples. The girl cradled his head and sighed, "You must be hungry for some raw meat. You're like a dog I had once when I was a kid."He knew that she was wondering when bestial intercourse would take place. Her whole being seemed to be trembling in expectation for animal contact. But Larry had wanted to get the cream of her passion first. "Be patient," he told her. "You'll get to that stuff.