Having grown up in poverty, raised by illegal immigrants just over the border in Bisbee AZ, she was all too familiar with hard life. Already in her mi...-twenties Dominique was also very much aware of how finite her career was. One day her looks would fade, her money would run out, and she'd be back where she started--an untrained Latino woman working menial jobs for the rest of her life just like her mother ... That's if she's lucky. God forbid something ever happens to her before then--there. I don’t know how long or how many times he did that but I was in constant orgasm and loving the stretching out feeling he was giving me. He began that pounding action as the sweat dripped from our bodies soaking my stockings he pulled off my heels spun me around and opened my legs and began driving me with my stocking covered legs resting on his powerful shoulders. He liked to pin me so I couldn’t move and just ream me banging me for all he was worth watching me throw my head sideways back and. “Shut up! My dad will hear you!” Zoey said under her breath once again.“Sorry.” Dylan said back to Zoey as she had instructed him too. “How the hell am I gonna get up there?” He paused for a few seconds, “Wait I have an idea…” He whispered up to Zoey. Zoey’s room was on the second floor and was at least thirty feet from where Dylan had been standing. Then, Dylan started to sprint away from Zoey. “What the hell are you doing!?” Zoey said in a loud whisper. “Just hold on a second” Dylan said. The garage fridge was stocked with a ton of beer and I’d never seen the wine rack that full. “What kind of party did you have?” I exclaimed. “To tell you the truth is wasn’t that big of a deal, kind of a last minute thing. But everyone that came over brought something but nobody drank much of it. Oh well, poor me.” She giggled. I asked her if she want a beer and she said no. Said she was opening a bottle of wine. Over the next hour and a half there is no way to describe what happened except to.