I gave up all pretense of washing myself and squeezed my nipples for her. I rubbed them and pinched them. I thought about when she helped me with my f...rm, her fingers touching my muscles as she explained how do do the exercises correctly. One hand drifted down between my legs. I threw my head back into the water as I spread my pussy lips. I was very wet. I slid a finger inside me, feeling the taughtness of my walls. I imagined it was her finger. I imagined her on her knees in front of me. Consuela Jackson, nee Dominguez, was truly the most erotic and sensual woman I had ever known. I had no idea what I was getting into that first night that I hired her services as a lady of the night, but I was damn sure glad that I did so.“Oh, papi ... it’s okay ... we don’t have much time left, anyway, until that meeting with Nadia and James, you know. I really put you through your paces tonight, didn’t I? As you can see, you chose well. I will be the best wife ever, I swear it!” the. That always turned her on; a man who made no bones about his underclothing, eliminating the shirt. It made him seem more sensual, more on top of his desires, more... accessible. That was John, all right, accessible, MR. ACCESSIBLE.It wasn't that his flirting with anyone in a skirt took her by surprise, but she did want some special treatment. The more he told her she was his favorite, the less he treated her kindly in the office, almost purposely making time with other girls right in front of. One, who has lived and loved her parents & brothers & sisters, almost as much as you do for 20-25 years of her life;One, who has bravely agreed to leave behind all that, her home, people who love her, to adopt your home, your family, your ways and even your family ,name One, who is somehow expected to be a master-chef from day #1, while you sleep oblivious to her predicament in her new circumstances, environment and that kitchenOne, who is expected to make the tea, first thing in the morning.