. questionable... Mister Jason would generally be there to direct and supervise (something Inez was thankful for -- that idiot Raoul would get himself...jailed over some stupidity, for sure, without somebody keeping an eye on him!) One day, Raoul's usefulness to Mister Armand would be at an end; on that day, Inez vowed, Raoul's usefulness to Inez and Bianca would ALSO be at an end. Recently, Inez had decided that, good Catholic woman she was, five years as an Americano had taught her that some. I pulled in and closed it.She didn't ring the bell, but when I peeked through a side window she was standing, leaning against the wall, her face in her hands. She looked sunburned. Jesus. Shit. What do I do now? What in the world do I do? I filled a large glass with water, walked to the door, opened it, and held theglass out to her. "Here."She was only about six or eight feet from the door, but it took her the longest time to get to me. She took the water and gulped it down. She drank it in two. My ass was about worn out when he finally moaned that he was right on the edge (thank god!). A few more good hard bounces was all it took and he pumped another nice load in me. Both of us, now pretty worn out, moved around and got into the spoon position on the back seat. We just relaxed and got our breath back for a while. I took stock of my ‘condition’.I was a total mess now – hair, makeup, clothes, everything. A lot of the buttons were popped on my blouse, a couple of garters were hanging. He walked with her into the bedroom. She went to him for an embrace and kiss, but he raised his hand. Stopping her.There was a second of confusion on her face as he whispered "not like this", settling her concern. He took a black "sleep mask" from a draw and put it over her eyes. Leaving her sightless. He then guided her to sit on the bed and began slowly removing her clothes. Everything was done carefully, trying to avoid making too much contact with her body. She was only wearing stockings.