As important as what opinion others might have of her, what mattered most was Victor. What her lover thought of her mattered very much. That night Ce...ilia went with her fiancé to the Socrates Club, but Maria Elena did not accompany them. She wanted to spend her evening with Victor. She would make love to him as usual, but before they made love, she had an important favor to ask of him. While he prayed, Maria Elena rummaged through the bathroom of the master bedroom and took out his shaving. "God! you are a great kisser" she said. "Let me show you more of my skills, you bitch" I said. I lifted her from the hall and went inside the bedroom and threw her into the bed. "Come on! Fuck me hard", she said. I laid over her and kissed her lips and neck.I unbuttoned her shirt and found that she was not at all wearing a bra. I sucked her normal-sized boobs and slapped them hard till they turned red. "Holy Crap! It is paining, you bastard!" she screamed. Then I touched her little bit enlarged. He moved, adjusting himself on the seat, pulling his trousers at the crotch, creating room for his growing cock to enlarge and press against the zipper."Struggling? Tell me of what you are thinking that is causing such you to battle with your fingers. Many times these dilemmas are quite innocent and no real cause for concern." He watched closely as her face lifted up revealing her face in the faint light flowing thru the confessional. Her mouth and lips pursed slightly, her tongue seemingly. Tonight was no exception, and now she found herself awake again. She climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom. She was freezing and her neck and shoulders ached from the tension she had been feeling lately. She decided to take a hot bath. She filled the bathtub, lit a couple of candles and lowered her body into the soothing water. The warmth engulfed her and she immediately felt better now that she wasn’t cold. She let the hot water soak her aching muscles, but her mind continued to return.