I thought to myself that the little cunt knew she had a cunt and quite properly had used it. Her fate was sealed. I got out of the car and said someth...ng like that I had better see you safely and asked if there was a burglar alarm. She said that there was one and that she would have to hit the keypad within 15 seconds of the unlocking the door. I watched her unlock the door, open it and press numbers into the key pad and then I struck. I simply rush in, grabbed her arms and forced them up. She had watchedher husband, sobbing, with his head in his hands, while she struggled withthe reality of being destitute and homeless. It was on top of all of this thatMario had blurted out Edgar Baldachino's demand that she become his maid. Hislive in maid, no less. She remembered years ago, hearing that the marina had been purchased by anorphan who had returned after having made his fortune abroad. She had beencurious to see the prodigal son who had returned to be subject of so much gossip.Her. As we sat there, with still an hour and a half to get home, she was running her hand up and down my thigh."You know mom, you are a very pretty woman. I am amazed at how shapely your legs are, your figure in general, and that warm, happy glow you always have about you," she whispered to me. I whispered back to her my appreciation for her compliment and stroked her hair and back with my hand. "You are a beautiful young woman as well, Emily" I told her. Then she peered over the seat to confirm her. Suddenly we were there together, unencumbered by any other baggage, naked to each other and totally oblivious to the world around us. I took a step toward her… ‘Angelina Delgado,’ she said turning her gaze from me momentarily, ‘My address? Yes, it is…’ Her words beckoned me onward, inviting me to wrap my arms around her. I moved closer, watching her lips move, seeing her toss her hair over her shoulders and exposing her breasts to me. They were small, but firm with large nipples. I reached out.