"See what you can achieve when you work hard at something, son?" My former boss mocked."Ysh sha." I spluttered out a messy submissive reply with my to...gue still deep inside my wife."Alright that's enough." He suddenly stated, "Go on lad, I want you out of my building in 10minutes or I'll call security."I was quietly shocked at his sudden forceful demand.I quickly and obediently got up off my knees."Go on, leave already, your wife's got to work a long hard shift tonight!" He smiled. I was very interested in a particular neighbor family. It consists of 4 members – couple and pretty grown-up children, one boy and one girl. I will narrate my experiences with the mother, Babita (43 years old) and daughter, Mahima (20 years old) in a series. This story is one with the mother.For the first few months after moving into the neighborhood, my contact with the family was minimal except for the occasional greeting. To say that I was not interested would be a lie. But I am shy by. “She borrows my skirts. She steals my lipstick. She is always flirting with my friends when they come over. They're supposed to be staring at magazines and gossiping with me, not riding your cock!”Isidora shrugged. “You keep bringing home White girls that want to know what it's like to have a Latina futa devour their pussies.” She winked at me with all that disgusting arrogance. “Not my fault.”“No,” said Meaghan as she stood nearby.“Cast someone else,” I told Miss Tyrell.“I can't do that,” the. "Yes, Mommy." My voice trembled.As if by magic (had they spoken while I was in the bathroom?) Tonya wasstanding at our table with the check container in her hand. "I'm sosorry, Marla!" Tonya apologized. "I didn't mean to make you wait. Youready to go?" Yeah, sweetie," Marla smiled. "Don't worry about it. We had some funwhile we waited, didn't we?" she grinned, looking across the table atme."Yes, Marla," I quietly affirmed, blushing, and the blond waitress gavea somewhat puzzled little.