Unfortunately I got ill, with fever and everything and just trying to stay alive (men und fever), so I wasn`t bothering her with messages. I waited fo... her at our apartament. She comes back in the morning in a good mood. I`m in bed, she comes over and she is ready to talk. I`m already naked, although half alive, she got undressed and jumps in. I am immediately after her pussy but she apparently already took a shower. So, they went for a dinner again, drank some wine and headed for hotel after. Martínez said, “but given the holiday we can be flexible.” She almost giggled, I swear.Spoken by someone who knew what her guests were likely to look like early in the morning after the previous night’s activities.I smiled.“Thank you, Sra. Martínez.”After she left I washed up and changed my shirt and set out for the plaza. It was still relatively early for things to get into their full riot mode but the musicians were spirited and the pots over the cooking fires sent their “Eat me” messages. I longed for her words after my task "Good boy!"All this time she NEVER let me touch her. She constantly told me how small my clitty was and how she wanted a full time sissy slave. She started dating this other dike that always laughing at me when she saw me. I couldn't say one word. She asks me to move in her house. But first laid out the rules. At night I was allowed to sleep with her but I had to wear panties, bra, thigh high stockings and a pink nylon nightie.In the morning she would lay. As her hips started to move I knew she was close, so I rubbed faster and faster, soon she was bucking against my hand. Thrusting up against me, working to an orgasm. Her breath was in short gasps as she sucked in air. I stopped. Her hips kept bucking, wanting more. Her pussy was soaking wet and her legs wide open, waiting for me to enter her.I got above her and looked down at her tiny body, she looked so beautiful. I put the head against her and gently pressed forward against her. She whimpered.