”I just stared at the familiar sound of Mariola’s bed creaking. I don’t know why I felt a little bit jealous, Mariola wasn’t mine, and I knew ...he was still going on dates… but I never expected to hear her with another guy. “Let’s go to my room and make our own noise.” Kelly said. I looked down at her, she smiled, I smiled back, and pushed her chair into her room. We had been going at it for several minutes, purposely being as noisy as we could to drown out the sounds of Mariola and the UPS. ”Mike could feel beads of sweat dripping slowly but surely off his brow. A gulp peeps from his mouth. With a throbbing cock pulsating embarrassingly clear in sight to the Latina, he would feel his arousal in the pit of his stomach. It was almost painful. And yet with a physical distance between them, somehow, he could feel her sexual energy close to his stiffy, a feeling that made him feel vulnerable. It was a feeling that only on rare occasions did he experience throughout his life. Not the. "Are you crazy - whathave you done to me?" Me crazy? No, I don't think so, and neither would anyone whosaw the pictures. One of the nice things about the drug I gaveyou, is that your eyes stay open all the time you'reunconscious; you look like a willing participant in everythingthat went on!" I knew she had me, if that were true."Ok, enough of this, let me have my clothes back. I'm sorry if Iharassed you, I promise to leave you totally alone from now on,"I said."No, that's not good enough. I. "How tall were you when you were 11 years old?"Marion asked.Patrick answered the question, thinking it was theweirdest question he had ever been asked.After she finished asking Patrick questions abouthimself, Marion asked him: "Are there any questionsyou'd like to ask me?" What exactly would I be doing as a paid companion?"Patrick asked."You would be a playmate for Anna, nothing more thanthat." Who's Anna?" She's my 8 year old daughter."Patrick could hardly believe what he had just heard.He.