"If I would have known you were eating right at this time each day, I would have bought your lunch." I said to her, hoping to get a positive response.... She did something I didn't expect. She grabbed a pen that was on the table and grabbed a napkin and wrote her name and number on it. "I get off at 6pm each night. Give me a call." With that, she turned around and walked away. That was my opportunity to see her bottom half. She wore a skirt that went below her knees. Her legs were shaped. "I need the money," she eventually said."We all need money." My husband lost his job." I'm sorry to hear that." Guadalupe shrugged her shoulders again. Mexican women like to do that as if silently saying they are helpless victims of fate. I couldn't tell if she was telling the truth or not. But I didn't care either way."But I need the money," the young woman said. This time she added a whine."Come sit on my lap and let's talk about it." Guadalupe gasped."I can't do that. I'm a married woman.". I saw fear and began to gently stroke and kiss her inner thighs, which she finally fully opened to me. Opening her butterfly, I got very close to her.“Hello in there! I just found out today that there is one of you growing in there. Your mother’s name is Blossom O’Dell. I just wanted to say hello, since there is only one of you, I don’t want you to feel lonely. You are going to be a brother or sister to some of the most wonderful people you will ever know. You will also be the son or daughter. You are trying to make the other slut cum, before you do. If you cum before she does, then you will be doing all of her chores tomorrow.’ Mistress leans down next to Ashley and lifts the back of her head up so her nose presses into Tessa’s folds. They are softer than Ashley imagined. Her nose, becoming warm from the heat inside of Tessa’s pent-up pussy. The aroma causes Ashley to feel dizzy, as all of the blood in her head begins to run into her swelling clit. ‘Eat her pussy,’ Mistress.