You may know a Spanish hacienda is designed to enclose a central courtyard. Here there is no courtyard, instead there is another house. A “safe” h...use. The rooms of the outside house have windows and doors. The rooms on the inside house are sealed off with cinder blocks reinforced with steel, and locked, hidden steel doors.I sat my guest down in one of the inside suites, then got some things and set them down on the table. “This is a safety scissors, a new head bag, and some tape. Also a glass. I hold her tightly, doing my best to comfort her back to deep slumber.Her skin under the blanket is warm and soft.I desperately attempt to keep myself from becoming aroused, but it’s of no use.My dick is gently nestled between her well curved ass cheeks and is hard as a rock.I am resolute in my stance of allowing her to sleep, until she speaks, breaking the dark still night. “Thank you for turning off the TV.” “You’re welcome,” I whisper. “I love you.” “God, I love you.Thank you,” I begin to. I unfastened my bra and pulled my panties off, adding them to the pile of clothes on the tile floor and stepping into the warmth of the water. I welcomed the feeling on my tired, dry skin. After 20 hours and 975+ miles in a topless Jeep, I felt dirty and wind burned. I lathered my hair, and massaged the suds into my scalp. It felt good, and caused goosebumps to form on my skin under the steady stream of hot water. I rinsed and conditioned before I grabbed the wash-cloth and added a few squirts. I knew this because her sari was struck between them where my dick hit. My mom suddenly woke and got up. She gave me a stern look and within a fraction of second she gave the slap of my life. She was yelling at me as if hysterical. I don’t want to repeat the words because they will make every son abhor himself and more over I am not here to preach you some morals. My dick has lost its hardness and it forgot pleasure which it has got a few seconds back and it was still outside. After beating me.