’Yes, Isabel. How is my puta today. You feel better?’’Oh papi, it is sweet of you to ask. Thank you for your concern. You love me, yes?’’Yes... baby. I love my puta.’This was the first time – the first time that he said to me that he loved me! I began to tear up. How I had waited, how I had worked to prove myself, how I had sacrificed to hear those words from this man!’Papi,’ I said, my voice shaking.’Que pasa, mi putita?’ he asked (What is happening my little whore?)’I want to whore for you. Chyler mirrored her friend and straddled Frank's other leg and scooted up into him. She buried her face into the other side of Frank's neck.The earthquake trembling was calming down now. It was slight tremor now and the basement was holding underneath the rest of the house that had collapsed on top of them. As the tremor slowed, Frank slid his left hand down Chyler's sweaty back onto her ass and squeezed her the same as he squeezed Mia. His breaths were staggered as he pulled the two delicious. I start rubbing further down your stomach then to your legs going down each of them not getting anywhere near where you want me to go. I massage your body with my hands rubbing the oil into the skin knowing the air from the fan is just making your body feel like its on fire. I put some more oil into my hands rubbing it onto your cock, just letting it drip all the way down as I rub it into your cock and onto your balls. I stroke you a few times knowing that the oil will be heating up on your. Last time we had played it had been a few years ago and he had won easily, but since then I had had a series of lessons and had recently represented my school in a county cup and won. But he didn't know. We walked down with him boasting good naturedly about how he would wipe the floor with me. He got the rackets and balls out of the shed and led the way inside the tennis court. We started with a simple rally until he smashed it back at me expecting me to miss it but I got to it easily knocking.