Consider a man to be worthy of my talents and time.BUT NOT HERE!And as Macho as these men were ... they knew I was “Sí, Patrón.” They accepted i... ... and those who didn’t? I’d beat the living fuck outta them and see them to the door.At least ... that was the plan.“Maria?”“Sí, Patrón.”“Who cleaned my house?”“Sofia, Patrón.”“Who told her she could clean my house?”Maria turned bright red.“Guilty, guilty, guilty,” I said.“Who cooked my dinner?”“Bianca, Patrón.”She blushed.“Uh huh,” I have frowns. I reach my hand down and pull your bikini bottoms to the side, trailing my finger over your clit. You position my cock to your slit and let it slide in and then move up and down my cock in time with the waves so as not to arouse any suspicion. I look into your beautiful brown eyes, holding you close to me. You mouth that you're close and increase your pace. You throw your head back and let your orgasm take hold. I feel my load shoot deep inside you.You hop off me and look at me deep in my eyes,. Marcie was furious when she found out about the trip and also when I stopped sending her the support checks. I could easily afford to pay them, but I felt like pissing her off. All I had to do was hold on for five more months until Jessica was eighteen.We were getting inquiries faster than we could respond to them. I became the full-time contact man and was traveling constantly. Elton took care of things at home, for the most part. We had to rent a small office that Beth quickly took charge of.. Once in the room I immediately undressed and flopped on one of the beds and felt the room just spinning. I remember my wife covering me up and I essentially passed out. A short while later I awoke in a dark room to hearing loud moans coming from the room next door. I figured my wife was in the other bed and I called for her to see if she could hear the moans as well. She did not answer so I fumbled my way to the other bed and she was not there. I figured she must have gotten hungry or.