1. Rancho del i****to


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

    proud.&#034 I knew that I was very skinny, since we never could afford to eat well, but the compliment made me blush. &#034Eh, I guess,&#034 I replied shyly. &#034How is school going? Do you like it?&#034 &#034Oh, yes! It's great. I'm trying my hardest to get good grades.&#034 &#034I hear you've been doing very well at school. Your teachers speak highly of you. What are your plans after you graduate?&#034 &#034Well, I'm planning to apply at a few colleges. Though I'm not sure how we can manage to pay for it.&#034 &#034I see,&#034 said Mr. Wilson and smoothed back his gray hair. &#034I may know someone at the town's college. I can speak to them and see what they can do for you.&#034 &#034Really? That would be great, Mr. Wilson!&#034 I exclaimed happily. &#034Remember, call me Roger.&#034 He smiled once again and walked off, before I could say anything else. I stood there, watching him walk away and couldn't help but be amazed at the patronage of this man, who was practically a stranger to me. Later that day, after we ate dinner in our living quarters, my mom began putting her maid's uniform back on. &#034What are you doing?&#034 I asked. She never went to work this late. &#034Señor Roger wants me to tend to him tonight,&#034 mom replied. I nodded, but wondered what the meaning of this was. For the next couple of weeks, my mom went to tend to Mr. Wilson after work hours, returning late into the night afterwards. I was curious, but decided it would be best if I didn't ask any ...
    questions. One night, as I was looking over some math problems after dinner, my mom went to put her uniform on. I paid her no attention, until she came up and looked over my shoulder. &#034Math?&#034 she asked. &#034It looks difficult.&#034 &#034It's not so bad once you understand it,&#034 I replied. &#034I want to make sure I memorize the formulas we learned this week.&#034 Mom stood quietly for another moment and then said: &#034Señor Roger wants you to come with me tonight.&#034 I turned and looked her. &#034Come with you? Where?&#034 &#034To his study. Where I usually go,&#034 she replied without meeting my eyes. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to think. &#034Okay,&#034 I said finally. I put away my textbook and followed mom out. The sun had just dipped below the horizon and the night air was pleasantly warm. Mom led me through the courtyard and into Mr. Wilson's mansion. We made our way through the main door, up a flight of stairs and into a large room that had big, plush, leather chairs and rows of books on wooden shelves. In the middle of the room, covering the floor, was a luxurious Persian rug. Right above it, hung a chandelier that threw just enough light to illuminate the room and give a mysterious ambiance. Mr. Wilson was seated in one of the chairs and faced us as we walked in. &#034Close the door, Maria,&#034 he said softly and my mom obeyed. &#034Ah Manny, nice to see you.&#034 &#034Hello,&#034 I said plainly. &#034Did you enjoy your birthday party?&#034 ...
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