The Berondong Boss Reserve
Fall off

Latina immediately called Jason, and Dean let it go as he took off his shoes and belt. Poor lass. Poor fellow? Absolutely not, even Dean is getting excited to immediately taste the body. Plus about the still-holy Latina. Dean was eager to prove it.

"Jason!" Latina made a loud noise when her phone had been picked up. "Darling, where are you? I waited for you. There's a guy bothering me. Please come quickly. You can call the police to have them save me."

"Latina baby, from now on, you belong to Mr. Dean. For a year you'll be his woman."

"What are you saying, Jason? I'm your wife!" scream Latina.

"As a wife, it's her job to sacrifice for the family. My company is in crisis, Latina. Only you can help me. You're my wife, and you have to help your husband. You can't refuse because you signed the deal. Remember your mother's father if you're in jail. Just one year, honey. Be Mr. Dean's mistress."

The phone was cut off by Jason. It was easy for the man Latina loved to speak without understanding the feelings she was currently facing.

The phone just fell down with Latina's view facing the window glass. He listened to everything Jason said. Sacrificing her husband and family by selling her body.

One tear was dripping. Even Latina was silent when Dean Cornor pulled her body, then threw her on a large bed.

The man who had been ignited about his naps started to strip one by one the clothes he was wearing, and Latina was silent as if she was a statue.

"Be a good woman, dear."

Latina closed her eyes as she already felt the lips of the foreign man touch her lips. Down all over the body with a hunting breath.

The first night he prepared for Jason was dedicated to another man. He was silent, and only a clear circle dripped from the end of his eye pellet.

The pain he felt, was not as painful as his heart at the moment. The man on top of this was excited, laughing at what he got. The guarded sanctity has been snatched away by Latina's desperation.

"Tonight, I won't let you go."

Yesterday was probably the last bright morning for a Latina, but not for now. When he opened his eyes in the morning, he recalled a play that disgusted him.

The young man who was still beside him in this deep state, several times completed his desire as if he had never enjoyed a fresh flower.

He suctioned the blooming flower until it withered. He stepped on it, breaking it into pieces until the petal fell helplessly. The man laughed. Feeling satisfied with what was done.

Latina is waking up. No matter the pain of the body, he picked up the scattered clothes, then put them on.

"You're awake apparently."

Latina glanced at Dean who was also waking up from his sleep. Since when did the man become aware? Or Dean was awake. Latina was silent while wearing her shoes. He grabbed a cell phone lying on the floor, then a bag that was on the nightstand.

"Although last night you were, like a doll, but I enjoyed it. Your husband is right, you are still a saint. Oh, yeah, what should I call you? I'm 28 and you're 35. But you're like a twenties girl."

No matter what Dean says. Latina stepped towards the door of the room.

"Wait a minute!"

The voice stopped Latina's steps. He was waiting for what Dean would say.

"Later tonight, you can visit my apartment. At 9 p.m., you should be there. I'll send your address to your husband."

Inwardly, Latina cursed Dean.

TB