1. Rancho del i****to


    Date: 9/2/2015, Categories: Anal, Mature, Taboo, Author: mind_warrior_2000, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    proposition, but they came back week after week, being more persuasive each time. I even began wondering what it would be like to be in a gang and make lots of money. &#034The Loccos asked me to join them again,&#034 I said one day to my mother. &#034They were pretty convincing. They said that I would get paid every week.&#034 My mom was cleaning the house. Upon hearing me say that, she immediately stopped what she was doing and came up to me. I was already a little taller than her, so she had to look up at me. She had a frightened look in her eyes, the kind of look I haven't seen in a while. &#034Don't even think about it, Manny,&#034 she said. She spoke English quite well now, though she still had a heavy Mexican accent. &#034But mom, we could get a bigger apartment. Get some new clothes. Eat meat every day,&#034 I argued. My mom placed her palms on each one of my cheeks and squeezed my face. &#034Listen to me, mijo. We live well. We have a roof and we don't go hungry. We can have all that nice stuff once you graduate, go off to college and then get a good job.&#034 She paused and let go of my face. &#034You are the only thing I have left in this word, Manny. You know I can't lose you, not to some stupid gang. Be a good boy. Use your head. That's not the life for you.&#034 She gave me another meaningful look and shook her head in disappointment - a gesture she often used on me. I knew mom was right. People said that nothing good ever came out of East L.A. I was going to ...
    prove them wrong. I was going to finish high school and get a college degree. I didn't quite know how I would get into college or what degree I wanted to get, but right know I had to concentrate on the problem at hand - finishing high school. It seemed like every month a new gang would invite me to join them. I would try my hardest to refuse the invitation without disrespecting anyone. Not everyone took kindly to my refusal and, more than once, I got a good beating by several thugs at once. My mother was very distraught the first time I came home beaten up. She was very worried and anxious about what happened. I assured her that everything would be okay and she seemed to calm down. However, since that day she had changed and often looked at me with troubled eyes. The gangs never left me alone and there was nowhere I could get away from them. When I was s*******n, I came home one day after I've been beaten pretty badly. One of my eyes was swollen shut and my lips were bleeding in more than one place. &#034We are moving, Manny,&#034 mom told me as she tended to my injured face. &#034What? Where?&#034 &#034As far away from here as possible. I have been asking around and I spoke with one man from Kansas. He offered for us to live on his plantation.&#034 &#034They call them ranches here, mom,&#034 I interrupted. &#034Okay, on his ranch. He is looking for more servants for his estate. He told me that he would provide us with food and a place to live, in exchange for work.&#034 ...
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