An hour later when Beatrice returned from her tennis lesson, she gathered her courage and called the guard captain, told him who she was and asked for...a man to come her guest bedroom in a half-hour."It will be done," the voice on the phone said.Beatrice pinned up her long, blonde hair and showered, leaning against the tiled wall and massaging her vulva lips carefully when she was done. She toweled herself dry, thinking of her deflowering by her late father.It had been exciting but not. When she came out I noticed that she has removed her panties and bra. Her thigh joint and part of her pubic hairs were clearly visible from the wide gap of the slit of the petticoat for the string. The bulges of her boos were exhibiting her cleavages to maximum and she was looking very beautiful and sexy. I was badly aroused and seduced to see her in this condition. I asked her if she really enjoyed the company of the macho man in the train.She said yes, I liked him and enjoyed the game very. Her heart leapt. She realized her bedroom door was left ajar. She went inside, walked stealthily towards the bathroom. Inside, a naked male was pummeled by the shower jets. His bronze skin gleamed. Steam clouded the shower glass. She too was steaming with desire, and boiling. Need pulsated and centered at her loins. She eyed at her personal computer inside the home working space just across her bedroom. Her task could wait. She did not bother to strip. Fully clothed, she embraced him from. It was between one of the regular updates when Carl got a surprise call from Juan. There was stress in his voice as he said, “We have a problem and don’t know who else to turn to. My parents have gotten very ill and with what has happened since the last presidential election we are very afraid we will not be able to return since we are “undocumented”. We have decided to sell the motel since it is nearly paid for and we have put aside money at a bank in our hometown. I know it is asking a lot.