Mary: The profession does not always go hand in hand with the vocation.
Have you ever had the impression that they are dedicated to making something that is not exactly his calling? I have that impression at all times. Just fuck my own boss, Mr. Carlos, and the feeling of satisfaction that filled my whole body just did not come to orgasm.
My name is Mary, now I was doing one of the longest odd jobs to I had been, I was posing as a maid. It was too long, I had to spend this time was such that for a moment until I had the crazy idea to fit into my new activity and commit to stop doing dangerous things that I often stole sleep at night. I never slept more quietly, in the 3 months he had worked in this house, regardless of the abuse of Ms. Fernanda, everything here was very simple for me. He had shelter, food, television, private bathroom and a little morbid entertainment. I was natural for the job as a maid, which brought back many memories, as it was the first type of work I did before found in my long career path, other things you had a vocation.
was born in a town near the city, the kind of warm climate, where people can still afford to stay in the evenings with the door open. I was raised in the bosom of a dysfunctional family, whose father was a mechanic by profession, as well as alcoholic and a religious fanatic mother, who took refuge in his church activities to avoid his family. I was always the middle child, with a copy of big brother helping my father in the garage and a younger sister in the eyes of others always behaved like a white dove. The question that everyone was always making me Why do not you be more like your brothers?
I was always very mature for my age, just entering puberty I immediately became the focus of both the boys and teachers of local high school where I studied. I learned to use wisely my attributes to influence people, as my flirtations with the teachers helped me to finish high school without problems. The secret was offered at first, and then blackmail the person concerned at the end, denying everything, with the threat of prosecution for their "misunderstandings" and intentions prying. It always worked.
The atmosphere of my native land was not enough to keep me entertained. Tired of not feeling part of the family, I started to the city under the pretext of finding a good job to help me pay my college. My cousin maid was kind enough to give me shelter in his humble apartment of two rooms and a bathroom. Despite the reduction of space and my cousin's habits, mainly smoking cigarettes too organic and not clean at all, I was fascinated by the bustling nightlife in the city, that combined with the fact that it was now free enough for me not to miss the field as broad and desolate atmosphere of the town I was born.
After many nights of partying with friends of my cousin, I received from her the hint that it was time to get a job to help with the costs of the apartment. Absurdity of my resume and my informal dress did not seem to please anyone, proficiency examinations of the human resource companies appeared to show results that were seeing me as a person who did not fit in anywhere. Another factor was perhaps influenced by the fact that I was that she went out looking for work, asking God not find it. I should have studied secretarial skills, I gain nothing from high school! Was the phrase with which I always made excuses for myself when I received phone calls informing me that he had not qualified for the next step of the selection process.
came the day when I finally got a couple of proposals for work according to my "skills" I had to choose between working in a packing plant that made soups, or to become a hotel maid three stars. The second option was no doubt that I seemed more glamorous. "
already installed in the hotel I learned to do very well the cleanup. My dedication to remove dirt and especially the positions taken to clean the corners of the bathrooms, attracted much attention from a frequent customer of the hotel, a mysterious man named Jorge. The latter was a tall, thin, slightly bald, perhaps not very handsome, but with clear brown eyes glance incisive, full of confidence. For some strange reason I was very appealing Jorge. Although not looked very wealthy always had the attention of all buttons and other staff.
- I love how you do it! "I remember I said on that occasion.
- Eh ... sorry? I asked, puzzled
- Yes! I love the clean, "he said with an ironic tone. We see that you took great pains to attack by rubbing the area that requires your attention, how well you handle the brush handle to clean the bathroom, makes me realize that you are a pro
- Did you know that you do not have to be lying in the bed watching me, while doing the cleaning? I asked, trying to look serious in its double meaning comment. Should go to the cafeteria for a coffee or read a magazine in the lobby, really worries me I draw attention or you claim something to you, because you run to me as handling the brush handle-
- Quiet, Mary! First of all, nobody calls me nothing in this hotel, you know me as a kind of VIP. Second, see squat shaking and rubbing something, I find it much more fascinating than any other activity that may be performed at this hotel.
- Well, you if that is tremendous! "I said.
- Hmmm, you have no idea! Taking advantage of my comments said. No But your idea sounds very good coffee, I invite you to one, just tell me ... What time's your break? -
"Within half an hour, but am not allowed to eat in the cafeteria area reserved for customers
- Who told you that we would coffee in here? The coffee here is crap, looks like water sock. I know a place near here where you can buy a cappuccino, simply orgasmic.
His tone pleased me funny and cheeky while after firing a tremendous laugh, I accepted his invitation.
From that day my relationship with George was growing more and more to the point that we behaved as a boyfriend, although he never suggested that we were. Bored of not having any interesting experience since my arrival in the city, it suit the situation. Although our approach, Jorge was still a mystery man to me, always came to stay a couple of times per week, with the minimum of luggage for which the buttons are fighting for loading, perhaps because it had a reputation for giving very good tips. However, he did not let anyone touch your luggage. The strangest thing is that almost did not come to bed, but everything came to stay at the hotel a few hours in the afternoon.
A couple of weeks and our relationship had not evolved beyond having a lot of passionate kisses and caresses, first on the clothes and then under it. Allegedly tried to maintain composure in the hotel in order to protect my job. One day though, something interesting happened while I was in a typical situation for cleaning the bathroom.
"Slow down, Mary, do not rush, look to make sure you clean it very well, "said Jorge as I watched when I was leaning away from him while cleaning.
- Do you like my art? I asked, smiling as he turned around to see.
- I love it! "Said George, while brazenly sat pack his crotch with one of his hands. Why do not you come here? "He added. I ask you something.
Laughing approached me slowly towards him, when barely reached the edge of the bed, grabbed my arm and pulled me entrapped on a deep kiss. Keeping me well embracing, rushed back and seconds later we were lying on the bed with me over it.
"Stop, George, if I find without hesitation, I fired," I said with concern, but George seemed to have no intentions of giving up.
His hands began to trickle into my uniform dress, which took over my butt to start to lean. Then she took my underwear which started down shamelessly. I went back to protest, but to no avail, Jorge was not willing to stop, caresses and kisses made my protests were becoming more and more weak.
Solo had been with a couple guys when I lived in my town, but neither of those two short experiences made me feel so excited as I was at that time, Jorge was he touched my bare buttocks and below the her dress uniform cleaning. Neck removed my breasts and began to dress taste them, while one of his fingers began to rummage in my vagina.
We turn in bed way for Jorge to stay on me, after both nipples deliciously pacifier was put down to his head between my legs. Seconds later I felt his tongue caress my lips close boiling, it was accompanied by many other caresses of her tongue, which made me more open legs and squeeze my breasts with my hands, twisting the nipples with the tips of my fingers.
- Ahhh! That rich, Jorge! Suck ... Hard! "I pleaded between sobs.
- Silence, Bitch! I do not mean like going to eat your pussy, now open those legs more than I'm giving the fuck of your life "was the" surprising "answer he gave me Jorge. Nobody had ever before well spoken, causing my pussy get wet twice the excitement. Abuse for some strange reason I had been exciting.
George pulled out his huge phallus, which was shiny and drooling from the tip, put his hip, to the shores of my body, on his knees, until they were on both sides of my neck, which could put your precious Jorge glans just my mouth.
-Suck my bitch, I want to see my cock swallow you whole, "was the order I made almost completely swallow cock Jorge rich.
Excited me as abusive and vulgar as I was, I liked to feel bitch. Poor me.
Holding on to the buttocks of George, watched as he closed his eyes and gasped as he moved his hips back and forth to penetrate through the mouth. He was such a time, until I got the dick of the throat to get back and direct it to my vagina. He penetrated me abruptly and a single push, it hurt a little, but I did not mind because that made me delicious invasion, soon after our skin clashed with delight. He had an impressive swing, no doubt the most experienced man to me has taken in life. His pace made me invade male first orgasm, with mild contractions, but very rich. I moaned like strong, surprised that George did not let down his pace at all.
- Turn around, bitch! Get in four! Was the next order I gave George.
Dam of lust could not do anything else but obey. When I turned around, Jorge squeezed my buttocks hard. The magreo gave me was killing me with excitement. I inserted his rich cock a couple of times in the vagina, slowly and deeply, then started to rub her body after my juices lubricated in entrance of my anus. At that point I got a little scared because I was not quite sure what he meant. Suddenly I heard clearly the sound of a spit of Jorge, I thought to where he had pointed out until I felt the tip of his cock rest on my ass.
- No, George ...! What are you doing? I asked scared, when suddenly a sharp boost Jorge made the head of his penis into my anus, which I took from his throat a tremendous cry of pain.
Jorge froze for a moment, but with skill began to rub my clit with one hand. That made me forget stimulation for a moment that I was impaled in the ass, until he began to push again. I took the pillow from the bed and took her mouth to stifle my cries of pain, he feared that someone who passed out of the room to hear me.
Jorge continued his technique to push his cock in my ass slowly, rubbing the little button of pleasure at the same time. It was not long to feel the wrinkled skin of his balls rubbing my vagina. I was completely ass pounded. I started moving my hips in circles, trying to get my ass to the bar is adapted from George, until it, took confidence begin pumping. It felt very strange but ... it was different ... it was dirty, I excited! At that moment I had no idea it would be my first of many anal and that eventually I would become addicted to them.
The sound of skin hitting Jorge pubis my butt was the only sound in the room. Her super-wet vagina, was to reach ecstasy again. My contractions were present in an intense and wild. I could not hold and began to moan loudly. The contractions of my vagina to my anus were run, which began to press hard cock Jorge.
- So, bitch, I love it! I knew you were going to worship my cock in your ass! Do not stop! Arrgh! "Were the words of Jorge panting, clearly announcing that he was about to ejaculate.
I felt like a gush of semen hit in my gut, but George quickly took out his cock to finish my butt dripping with milk.
I found it very strange that after run, grabbed my waist and my hips began to move sideways, as if looking for an angle for Who knows what?
We fell exhausted on the bed, and we were embraced for a moment. He had tears in his eyes from the pain, but was filled with much pleasure that I did not care. He had discovered a side of me did not know.
The next day we met with George, we had plans to repeat the delight the other day. Upon entering the room clean, I met Jorge ready and laying in bed to watch me as usual.
- Hi, Princess! I had many eager to see you, do not move, I show you something ... It's a surprise! Said Jorge to receive me.
very surprised I was watching as he pulled some things out of her small suitcase. My skin bristled a bit when I could see what was removed was a video camera along with a few cables.
"Let me show you this, princess ... you'll love," said Jorge while connecting the camera to the television.
My eyes could not believe what appeared on screen! Jorge and I were fucking in our previous appointment. The impression left me still, I felt my eyes out the orbits by surprise. Jorge watched my puzzled face, which caused him a slight smile of malice, as if waiting for what my reaction. I do not know what to say, I just kept watching spellbound and I must admit also extremely excited. I felt like a professional porn star. I could not help noting the events that were played, mostly because I appreciate the very moment when George was emptied into my ass after giving me the ass. Now I understood why I had moved my hips, put me in the right angle to get a close up of my ass stretched and dripping.
- You are a fucking perverted, Jorge! I shouted after he awakened from the trance as he had observed.
allegedly tried to leave the room angry but George held me back, causing a struggle between us, we took her back to bed. Jorge did not have to work hard to get us to start fucking again, it was obvious that the video had made me very excited. When we were completely naked, after having given oral sex to each other, Jorge stood up to accommodate the camera, I realized for the place where it was placed, the day before he had a pot on the same cabinet, which Insurance George had served to hide it very well.
Excited about the situation I got carried away everything that I asked George, ended up in a position where he rolled onto his back and I rode over it, turning their backs to the camera. I am excited about the idea of \u200b\u200bthe picture of my ass moving circularly about Jorge's cock.
Several months passed and each day I got to know George better. His style remained an affectionate relations with me, except during sex where I always insulted and abused me, which I loved. We were completing a collection of pornographic videos impressive. Like a fool, I was falling for him. Take me to expensive places, I bought many things and generally made me happy. Never let me give up my use of hotel. Was dominant, jealous and domineering. While sex sessions became more violent and started beating me over time as needed or having to hit me. Unfortunately, I grew addicted to it, which I established a relationship since I became more and more submissive, I thought I loved him. I got to the point of submission that despite the rough things that I discovered it, I could not get away from danger, first love and then fear.
Jorge was really a kind of pimp, but with a special added value to their "profession." Was purchased from most of the hotel staff that included several buttons as well as those responsible for the reception and reservations. The girls who worked with him were fine, elegant prostitutes whose main function was to carry important men to the hotel to provide the "service." The profile of these great men should always have a common denominator: they are married and one form or another, being public figures.
With the help of his accomplices and subordinates, George always could anticipate perfectly the moment when it would have an appointment, enough to install a hidden camera in the room used to film everything. Obviously for these odd jobs did not use ordinary cameras, had invested in buying small cameras that could hide between a plant or an ornament. The material obtained was then used to blackmail, which was part of the business after the prostitutes, giving him more income to Jorge. There were times that blackmail was not made directly by Jorge, since the material was filmed at the request of other major clients, who gave a personal the videos according to their own interests.
One day we had just had sex with George, he told me the unthinkable, which certainly proved to be the next step in my way of slavery. Had fallen short of "personal", so I needed to replace one of the girls to make a "job". After beating silence me, by my obvious reactions of protest, leaving pulling to one side of the bed, next day I was on another bed, lying and open-legged on a hotel room, leaving me fucking, licking and fondling by a old nasty, knowing that everything was being caught in video.
My torment increased in the following months, I stopped being a lover of George with what I've become one more of his whores. I kept guarded by his cronies and other prostitutes. The things I was doing made me feel I had hit bottom, so that did not care. Over time I started taking ability to seduce men, I learned to recognize in their eyes what they were capable, I also learned to take on personalities, wear costumes and spend time listening to customers, everything to gain valuable Jorge videos. Even a moment I actually began to like. The profession does not always go hand in hand with the call, I knew who worked as a bitch, but I felt that my vocation was to be a sort of spy.
The way I tried my "customers" was affectionate to me compared to how I was Jorge. He received good pay, so I got used to easy money, I stopped living with my cousin and I went to live in a condominium apartments, of which several were owned by George, including the apartment in which I I was staying. That was silly, perhaps because there was no hope for me, had been trapped in a vicious circle.
A day in the morning, my cell phone ringing woke me up. It was George, asking that we meet in a cafe near the hotel, to discuss an important issue, it was obvious that I had a new job. The treatment of surprised me that day, George had dawned, very affectionate, friendly and helpful. These signs made me realize that I certainly was most appropriate for work that was to propose.
- Do you know Don Rogelio Acosta? Asked George after spending a sip of coffee.
- Sure! Who will not meet this famous tycoon? "I said.
"I know I can trust you, Mary ... because you know exactly what happens to people who betray my trust, right? Jorge said with a threatening tone. Well let me trust you something, this man is one of my best customers. First is a manipulator, a part of a whole Don Juan. The truth does not spare anyone and does whatever it takes to put aside who gets in their way
- Really? I asked little surprised, while rising in my face right eyebrow.
- not hesitate! It goes to Don Rogelio seducing a sales executive who is very good ... Well, at least so he says, is one such Fernanda ... I do not remember the name, the fact is that not only wants to hammer because it is good, Don Rogelio problem really is with the husband of such Fernanda "George paused to take a sip of his coffee again and continued. Looks like the company of this woman's husband, won a major contract to the company of Don Rogelio, and the capricious old, to learn that the chick that sell telephone services, is the wife of the Director of the project, the company that won, was has made up his mind that the best form of revenge will ruin the marriage of the poor wretch.
"Well, what then want me to take the husband of the old that, with video and everything? I asked impatiently, not wanting to find out many details.
"It's not as simple as that, bitch," said George in a loud tone, as a rebuke for my impatience, it seems that the guy has an impeccable behavior, you have to work carefully. Roger has his own plan: Fernanda such comments, we know that your family needs a maid. For through one of its human resources, Rogelio think to send such a servant Fernanda highly recommended. For this to work, the maid must perform such tasks as cleaning, to avoid suspicion. Roger asked me to find someone with a little experience for such tasks Do you now understand why it is important that the work you do it?
"Because none of your other girls have no idea what is cleaned ... Right? I asked, to which George nodded. But could not just fuck Don Rogelio's Fernanda such that and then tell the husband?
- Ja! So here I am the brain. Do not be silly! Don Rogelio has a reputation to look after, also wants to cause a divorce to leave his rival into bankruptcy. The problem is that the guy is very smart and is covered with a sort of prenuptial agreement ... Rogelio's lawyers have very well-researched ... if it be so unfaithful wife, he takes all
After the explanation, I had no choice but to accept. The following week, I went to the house of Doña Fernanda as the new maid. It was exciting, because again I felt like a spy infiltrated, like in the movies.
Mr. Charles, husband of Fernanda, I found a lovely person. The poor from the first day it was the eyes with me. It was too obvious that she liked me because I was still looking at me, my especially my ass and tits everywhere. Mrs. Fernanda on the other hand, was heavy, arrogant and unfriendly. The home environment was nice, had a cute dog that I found very funny and cute.
The days I spent as a servant in that house, as I said at first, were the best of my life. The cleaning helped me forget the bad work reputation that I had been accustomed, earn a small salary as a maid made me feel clean and decent. I wish I had been in that house from the beginning. I could not help thinking that if it had never gone to work at the hotel, right now would be safe.
My slumber was interrupted suddenly quiet. I started getting calls on my cell Jorge, pressing for me to rush to work. The last new era Don Rogelio and was fucking Mrs. Fernanda, Jorge knew that they were already fans because he had compromised with the principal secretary of the said Roger. Just missing the shot of grace, the infidelity of her future husband Charles, so that poor marriage came to an end.
For my money, Mr. Carlos vacations were present. I began to spy on him to develop the plan for how to seduce him. The poor man was leaving, his wife took care of him, led a life very indifferent. Of all the times I went out of their room at night, I could never hear them having sex or something, it was obvious that Mrs. Fernanda needs were being well covered by Don Rogelio.
One day I was sweeping the patio, beneath the bathroom window, I heard some slight pushing. From the sound of the shower, distinguish other sounds that seemed to splash. My curiosity prompted me to pull a bank to get on investigating and what I found did not surprise me, Mr. Carlos was masturbating. I set out to spy on the following day and I realized that so did the study when connecting to the Internet. The truth seemed to me very sad. Among the tenderness that I was poor and neglected the homeowner began to want more and more. He was a man who was very fiery but obviously, trying to control your instincts the respect he was ungrateful to his wife. There were times when watching him masturbate, I was excited not only spy if not for the fact imagine a life with him. - I could be happy with a man like him! - Thought.
A mild desire for freedom and greed invaded my mind, so in the next few days was faced with Fernanda, giving full details of her infidelity, he knew by Jorge gossip. Upon learning of the things I knew, Fernanda was puzzled, especially when the threatened to denounce her. I made a little excited to experience what it feels like someone having control over the situation really made me understand a little more George.
I agreed to receive a large sum of money from the old, and remain silent. I found just what she had to pay for betraying her husband. We agree a date when I would check Fernanda deposit my money, for which I would have to get out of the house forever. I accepted, Fernanda blackmail was not part of original plan, so I could not risk that George found out, plus it could at least afford to fail. The other victim of this was Carlos, but if you would let them, at least I would make sure that enjoyed to the fullest.
One day before my departure date, at the risk of making mistakes, I stumble around in the entrance of the bathroom with Mr. Carlos. He had a mischievous side that I was very curious and I could see wearing a small device in his hand. Annoyed by my intrusion, locked herself in the bathroom, but I prey my curiosity, I approached the gate, after hearing the sound of a small electric motor, which obviously was a razor. Lucky for me the door was left ajar. The scene that I thought I found very funny and exciting. Carlos was shaving the pubis, and the funny thing is that until he had named his penis ... Don Pepe! He spoke in the same way they do the barbers in conversation with a frequent customer and respectable as they do their job. I almost miss a laugh when I saw it. No doubt this was the funniest work I had played
stared at his penis with pride, and I must admit, the product of his effort at the end and I was becoming increasingly interesting. At that moment I recognized the kind of man he was Carlos, no doubt the poor needed to feel wanted, inhibitions a bit, take control in sex for a change. With that already had all the information needed to consummate my seduction. There was only one detail I had to be careful, should leave evidence that I saw it, so all I had intended to say make sense. I removed the towel floor had prevented completely shut the bathroom door and locked it intentionally making enough noise to give Carlos the shock of his life.
next day morning I got dressed to look like I was ready to get out of the house forever. Again Mrs. Fernanda confronted in the kitchen. To my satisfaction, from tantrums he confirmed that he had deposited the agreed amount. Everything went according to plan.
Fernanda After he retired to his job, I had to act fast. I knew that Carlos was going to act up to the studio, but if you had left a small concern with the shock of the previous day, had to leave the studio and eventually go to the bedroom, if not to masturbate, at least to watch a football match. The truth did not have a plan "B", I had full trust in my instincts.
Using the teachings of my teacher Jorge, I put a camera in the room rather small, just at a suitable angle so that everything was very well documented. It was not the camera Jorge professionals regularly used, but it was a good camera, I had helped to bring the task in a couple of occasions. I stripped his underwear and lay down in bed, waiting for Carlos. It was taking too long, I could not lose any time and could fail. - How about if you annoyed? What if I did not dare to touch me and it was not according to plan? Would have to flee the country .- I thought, I decided to remove the rest of the clothes. I was too nervous, I had to calm down Calm ...- Mary. I told myself as I breathed deep.
- But! .. "I'm very dry.
I started rubbing my clit softly, slowly. I closed my eyes and began to focus on Don Pepe! "Yes, you will feel rich, well-thought afeitadito. Shaved pubis had only seen in porn films, it was time to try one, especially considering that in one way or another, I was kind of a porn star too.
I began to stroke my nipple to help me achieve an ideal state to receive Carlos, when he yelled from the door
- What does this mean, Mary?
I asked lasciviously who approached me, stating that they wanted, thankfully the image that you got seduced him. Seconds later jumped on me and the first part of her body felt against mine, her tongue was hot, which began to lick my pussy and my ass badly. Hmm! If kept well, it would certainly reward. Then went on to attack my sinuses, I asked him to penetrate me with his cock, as he shaved. Surely that was not expected, which should have been excited. He became an animal, providing a quick but very good fuck.
On regaining consciousness after our first round, the doubt Carlos invaded our peace. Asked about the reason for my actions. First of all he "confessed" that he wanted, which had seen him masturbating and I invented a few things, like I masturbated in the living room couch thinking about him, when in fact it was the dog of the house which I was constantly jumping on the couch .. lata
Like I said, my addiction after a powder was give me the ass. So without thinking twice, I ride on Carlos after he was lying face up. Addition they wanted to feel his cock in my ass, I wanted to document a little more our meeting. I knew at the angle I was going to drop, the camera would capture a good shot of my ass and penetration.
After a few minutes, it really had been very pleased, not so much by the fact that I fucked the boss, but because everything had gone as expected. Carlos inspired me very tenderly and that made me remember the first illusions with which he had come to this city, hoping to find the love of my life. I could not stop bad and sad thoughts invaded my head, making me feel guilty, dirty and enslaved by doing things now. In the midst of a moral dilemma, I plucked up courage and decided that this was the last time you do something like that if he returned to be with a man like Carlos, would be to show my love and that no prying camera would capture our meeting.
"I'll take the money he took with Fernanda and I will flee to where George does not find me ever. To hell with it and to hell with your video! "I said to myself mentally.
No doubt the video would serve me something, but do not use more money to fill the bank account to Jorge.
When we got up and managed, Carlos convinced he retired to wander a bit to avoid suspicion. Fortunately, he was not aware of anything for the blackmail that I was riding Fernanda, she also has had lied, telling him that afternoon I would go where my sick aunt.
Carlos retired and I rushed to check the room where I saw that everything had been very well recorded. Taste a deep breath and prepared to set things up according to the change of plans last time I had thought. Finished soon, so I sat on the living room couch watching television, waiting for the return of my mistress.
- What? Are you still here? Do not even think I'm going to take a single penny! Fernanda said surprised and extremely annoying to me even in the house when she returned from work.
- Shut up, stupid! You are not in a position to raise your voice or to claim for anything, "he replied angrily by how arrogant in which he addressed to me.
- But how you dare? No maid tells me so! Right now I call the police to take you out of my house! Fernanda said, without lowering his voice while taking the phone doing the pantomime would call someone.
I stood up annoyed, I went running to her with an expression of aggression in my face, I grabbed the phone and gave him a tremendous slap in the face. Fernanda just issued a cry, perhaps more shock than pain, then took his arm and took her to the living room sofa, where sat the force. By then, it was already the tear-soaked eyes.
- Where is Carlos? What do you want? Leave us alone please, and I gave everything I had! "Said Fernanda sobbing bitterly.
Verla and made me feel a little bad, because I saw myself reflected in it, that same look of defeat was undoubtedly the same that I wore when I beat Jorge.
- Quiet! "I told Fernando, crouching at the level of her, taking her by the shoulders and seeing her in the eye. It is best to tell your husband the truth, I'm sure you no longer love him ... and him ... you either want you to see this, "he said while changing video mode on the TV in the room who had already connected the camera that was used to record our fucked with Carlos.
Fernanda froze, watching in silence, seemed to believe their eyes. I sat with her arms crossed and legs, to watch the entire video to finish. Following this, the awkward silence continued.
- You're a fucking whore ... a miserable, heartless bitch! "Was all that Fernanda was able to whisper after the shock of what he had seen.
I did not bother answering, I took the camera to turn it off, I got up and proceeded to walk away until you reach the front door, but not before taking my suitcase was already prepared, in the bathroom that was on his way to the hallway . Upon reaching the door, I turned to see the room. Fernanda blonde hair sitting on the couch, along with the faint sounds of her crying, they were the last memories I took away from the house they never ever returned. I went and took the first cab that passed me.
Carlos: This is the epilogue of my divorce.
It had been almost 6 months from the time I fell in love again and both my beloved departed. No doubt this was the strangest day of my life. I returned home late at night and found Fernanda still wearing her work clothes. With all the makeup smeared, no doubt had been crying buckets.
To my surprise I confessed that I had been unfaithful, who had some months to do so. That was in line with the consequences of our prenuptial agreement, because was aware of what he had done and that the only reason that could justify himself, was no longer loved me.
For some strange reason, the event made me feel free. Even in that moment I realized that I also loved Fernanda, just kept her for trying to do the right thing. Not even I was interested in knowing who was her lover.
never had the guts to tell Fernanda what I had done my dear Mary, before it mysteriously disappeared, but I just, I knew I had also been wrong and that my conscience, so we divide all property equitably, without mentioning anything about the lawyer infidelity. I stayed with the car and many of my things. No one stayed with the house, sold it and we split the money.
I did not know what happened to Fernanda, the last thing I heard was that he changed jobs. They gave him a personal assistant job in one of the companies they used to sell phone services.
To me, on the other hand, I reached for my achievements as Director of the new project of my company, but despite my success at work, I felt empty in other ways.
I started to rebuild my life, I moved to the outskirts of the city. Every afternoon before returning home I went to the bar I ever frequented, to drown my sorrows with my new and lonely freedom.
One Thursday afternoon I was alone at the bar, sitting at the bar, enjoying a Scotch on the rocks, watching television. Echoed the news that they had captured one Jorge Torres, charged with having a network of trafficking and extortion. The unhappy that blackmailing public figures with compromising videos. The theory of the news was no doubt someone had betrayed one of his potential victims, it was nothing short of an important government official.
- That bastard! "I said to the bartender, laughing, sipping a drink from my glass again, after seeing the face of such a purgative had George, while he was taken away in handcuffs on the news images.
proceeded to take a new shot of Scotch I had in my glass. Suddenly I felt warm hands that blinded me to cover my eyes from behind.
- Who is it? I asked, intrigued and quite scared.
A very sensual female voice whispered to me:
-Guess ...
pattern- Mary? I asked, surprised.
- Hello, Carlos! ... How are you? "She said as she left to cover my eyes, sitting next to me
- Hey but I'm glad to see you! What are you doing here? What has been your life? I asked incredulously as he admired.
Mary looked beautiful, apart from that he had never been formally dressed, looked very happy, his face and body glow.
"Well, the truth is I came to find someone who I've missed a lot
- Is it someone I know? I asked smiling
"Yes, the truth is someone I know very well," said Mary, making the series.
- What if that person who you want, am I? I asked, humoring.
"No, the truth ...- Mary paused leaning my ear.
- Seeking Don Pepe! "He said, muttering, prompting a smile from ear to ear on my face.
FIN
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