My house is a house with a lot of history, several times rehabilitated with all the luxuries of modern life but has a de

My house is a house with a lot of history, several times rehabilitated with all the luxuries of modern life but has a defect, or a strange quality and that is that you can hear perfectly what is being said in the room from the sink drain. Some strange combination of pipes, ducts air and construction defects. Fortunately for me no one else knows this secret, Well, when the cap is on you don't hear anything, but if by chance I I find myself in the kitchen, all I have to do is uncover it to hear clearly enough. clearly what is said there. Since neither my husband nor my daughter are very fond of cleaning tasks, I am the only one who uses this quality. Sometimes it used to listen to my husband's telephone conversations, although only what he spoke. Now it helps me keep an eye on my daughter Teresa, who is 15. years and is at a truly complicated age. Like that day when I left her talking to a friend while I went to school. kitchen, far enough away from the room that she thought she could hear them. The girls were talking about their things but their friend María soon began to bring up the boys theme: - You know that Carlos is after you, right? - I have some ideas. - answered my daughter Teresa. - That's what they say he's saying. - But I'll pass on him. - Teresa said. - Yes, Teresa, but you also know what Carlos is like and how famous he is. - Yes, I know, but everything they say about him is not true, right? From the kitchen he listened carefully to what was being said there. The girls followed. - Well, from what I can tell you, it is totally true. - said her friend Maria. - You were with him... - And it is true that he conquers whoever he wants. I don't know how he does it but He always gets his way. I didn't like it or anything and look. - said Maria. Young boys, always so fickle. - I thought as I took off my gloves to hear quietly. - Surely they have been going out for a few days with a few inexperienced kisses. - I thought about my naivety. But soon the conversation showed me my mistake. - It's a prey animal. He has a strange ability, in how he looks at you, in security with which he speaks to you... you end up giving in. I ended up giving in. And then in the bed... - You already confirmed it to me. - answered my daughter Teresa. - In bed he completely bends you. He doesn't respect you, he makes you his and you end up loving it And then you feel ashamed, because you know it tells everything. AND because you know that he will end up leaving you. He wasn't even two weeks with me. - said Maria. - I don't like it and I'll pass on it. - Teresa said. - You won't be able to with me. - That's what we all think until he comes after us. He is much older, 18 years old, He knows a lot about women. You will end up falling. He will do everything in class, he will sit next to you side, he will speak to you as he knows how. - Maria said to my poor daughter. - Will accompany you to home. One day you will surrender to him. - That's not going to happen. - It will pass. - María said with some evil - And he will possess you like he did with all of them. By The account he brings you sees him taking the pill because he never uses condoms. Everything I heard shocked me to the point of thinking about going to the living room to put order. I couldn't imagine that my daughter would have those friends and those conversations such a tender age. Nor that degenerates like this Carlos wanted it. Always I had been very concerned about my daughter's education. I didn't want him to follow my steps in sex. I had started very young, at 16 years old, and the first time I had sex and I got pregnant. It was hell and just the continual Effort and great will allowed me to get to where I was. now with At 32 years old I was in the prime of life. I was doing well professionally and I finally felt like a complete woman. He had a big family to fight for and since Then the last thing I wanted was for my daughter to have a start with sex. so little planned. I was not going to allow it under any circumstances. And while, The girls continued doing their thing. - I was lucky. - Maria said. - because of all the times I never stayed pregnant. However, it left me devastated. And he even broke my ass. - Did he also put it in your back? - asked my innocent daughter. - Of course, he already warned me at the beginning and I had to accept. you finish accepting everything. And it's so big. It's very painful. The girls even ended up betting on Teresa's ability to resist. Teresa bet that Carlos would not be able to seduce her and her friend did not hesitate to bet against her, despite having warned her. Shortly afterward he left. I didn't like that bet at all. Her own friend wouldn't do to protect her integrity. I talked to my daughter without mentioning the topic directly and I noticed that She didn't care. But I couldn't trust too much after what I heard. I decided to go to The next day to see the school principal to see if he could do something. In the morning I got ready especially to see the professor. I put on pants tight but not too flashy. A white blouse that fit me wonderfully Maybe a little provocative but what do you want me to say, with my huge breasts, anything that doesn't try to hide them is already provocative My breasts have always been a cause of problems and satisfaction. Men go crazy for that part of the body and in me they stand out because on top of the rest. Since I'm pretty thin on top of that, I won't even tell you. My daughter He has also inherited that quality and the truth is that he has more problems than me, because with his youth and the clothes that girls wear today, he is quite a show for the kids. I can't do anything about that except educate my daughter. so that she learns to be respected. I felt sexy and wanted to dress up a little more. I put on my makeup elegantly and took heading to school. There I was received by the director who, as soon as he saw me, showed himself very helpful in helping me. He took me to his office and there I was telling him a story. little my problem. He was sitting in his chair and I was walking around the room. while he spoke. It was a way for him to listen to me and obey me, the noise of heels on the ground exert a hypnotic power on men. I walked slowly and at the same time I displayed myself discreetly. The director He was very willing to do everything I told him, that if my daughter had to Be careful, it was a complex age. What if he was there to take care of the students. That of course he would examine the file of that wayward boy. The more he granted me, the more willing I was to give him small gifts. Me I walked with my back to him so that he could observe without any modesty my firm butt that moved under the rhythm of the pronounced heels. I did it slowly so that he could feast his eyes and not have to look sidelong -Do you know what that student's name is? - he asked me. - Carlos López, is in the third grade class with my daughter Teresa. The director made a gesture of surprise that surprised me. He was thinking for a while seconds and said: - Do you know that Carlos López, the student you are talking about, is my son? I suddenly felt dizzy. I had been talking to him for a few minutes about something horrible. boy and it turns out it was his own son. I sat in the chair in front of the his. He stood up now. He began to walk. I had screwed up to the bottom and now I would have problems. He began to talk to me about how concerned he had been with his son's education. son, both as a teacher and as a father. I could barely say anything. He gave everything the reason, so big had been my mistake in not checking if I knew that person. Carlos. - Carlos is 18 going on 19 and it is difficult for him to pass the courses, but he is a boy intelligent. It's not his fault that girls like him. - No, of course. -I said. - But understand... - No, you understand. Have you seen how your daughter and her classmates come to class? They are too loose for my taste. Very lightly dressed, provoking. - Well... - Yes, his daughter for example. Do you control the clothes she brings to class? - My daughter always comes dressed very decently to class. - I said a little angry The director continued pacing and talking to me, looking me directly in the eyes and forcing me to look away from him. - You dress very provocatively and your daughter takes an example from what she sees. - I don't agree. - I told him. - I dress very correctly, or do you want me to? do like a nun? - Not like a nun, but. Will you deny that that blouse is about to burst at how fair it is? - said the director cheekily. - What are you talking about? - I said angrily. - The blouse fits me perfectly and is you are shameless. - Do you see what I'm talking about? Then if my son cannot control himself in the face of so much partner with raging hormones and dressing so... What do you want me to do? say! I bet your shirt couldn't take another millimeter of tension! The director's manner had been intolerable so I tried to get up. He gently placed a hand on my shoulder to make me sit back down. - You'll see what we'll do. - he said calmly. - If you show me that your blouse is not is about to explode, I will personally take care of changing my son's class. You have my word. If not, will you confirm that it is your fault because you feel bad? example to your daughter and we will let things be. Do you think so? What that guy said seemed brazen to me, but the truth is that I offered an easy way to free my daughter from Carlos's instincts, even though when it had to be at the expense of demonstrating the consistency of my wardrobe. Me It was irritating but I gave the director an option. -And what would that test be like? - I told him. - Very easy, I affirm that not even a euro coin fits in her neckline. - Ha ha ha. - I laughed. - That's absurd, of course it is. - That would be the test. If I put the coin in and the button on your blouse doesn't budge, you win. That was it, he wanted to take advantage of the situation to abuse me and touch my breasts. Before I could leave he corrected himself. - I wouldn't touch him, I'll just throw him the coin. That calmed me down and I accepted. We agreed on the conditions, I couldn't move to dodge the coin, the coin would have to enter my neckline, if the button I jumped, he won, if he stayed, I would. All this had caused me to become a little excited. The innocence of the game had my initial annoyances aside. It was clear that the director only wanted a erotic game and I liked that. We had been talking about my breasts for a few minutes, how firm they looked in the blouse. I couldn't control my nipples stood firm and that hardness was transparent through the thin fabric of the bra and blouse. I got ready. The director flipped a coin. I couldn't help but move a little before the imminence of the collision of metal with my chest. The coin bounced and fell to the ground right next to my legs. I didn't dare bend down to pick it up. so much talking of my blouse and my breasts and I was afraid that if I bent over they would come out from your site. I also didn't want the professor to crouch in such a place. compromised for me so I slid my right leg and covered it with my heel. - Can you give me the coin so I can toss it again? - I don't see her on the ground, sorry. Take another one. - I lied. - You will agree that it was your fault. It must not move or the proof. - he said seriously. - Excuse me, I'll be more careful. - Look, I'll throw another one but put your hands behind you. So I did it. I stayed sitting in the chair, with one foot on the previous coin of one euro and with his hands behind him, clasped. The posture seemed enormously sensual. It was a total exposure of my breasts, in the eyes of that man. The game was as innocent as its intentions and that made me feel sick. greater excitement. I liked to think how I had to point the coin by looking staring at my huge tits and imagining them through the thin fabric of the blouse. Again he threw the coin and again I moved a little when I saw that it would hit against my chest. It was instinctive. Again the coin bounced against my chest above the neckline and fell to the floor. He did it again in a compromised place and I had to cover it with the other heel. Again I told him that I didn't see the coin. - We can't continue like this. You are always going to move away. - Sorry, I'll be more careful. - said. - No, I'm more sorry. We're going to have to leave it. - He told me and made a gesture of get up. - No, I insist. - I said because the truth is that it bothered me to interrupt the game at that time. I wanted to see what would happen and I liked the situation that I was living. The director was a respectful man and he made me want to show off my powerful breasts before the eyes of a man who had to be excited. Furthermore, it would be good for me to definitively solve my daughter's problem. - I'll close my eyes and that's it. - I told him. But the director was not convinced. It seemed like he had lost interest in it. game. He said that eventually I would open them and move. I wanted to continue so I suggested that he bandage them if he didn't trust me. He agreed. The director took a handkerchief that was in a drawer. Then I realized that Maybe I had suggested that he bandage me. I couldn't turn back anymore. Since I had the coins hidden in my heels I didn't want to change my position. Me he bandaged his back. He did it more gently than one could ever imagine. man. Then he turned around and returned to his place at the table. should have done some finger gestures and asked me if I saw how many fingers he had. I told him The truth was, no. I was surprised to feel his voice as closer. I put it down because the sudden darkness would have sharpened my hearing, but I also thought that It could be that he had leaned on the table. She regretted having accepted. Bandaged, I didn't know where he was director. He could have looked at me from the height of the table with total impudence. gutter that formed my breasts. I liked that, but it also made me feel vulnerable. It was a very morbid situation. He stoically awaited the arrival of the coin. My hands were still back on the chair. The director was looking in his wallet and told me that he couldn't find another one. euro. Before he wanted to search, I suggested that he launch any other. - It has to be a euro, that's what we've talked about. - told me. - Well, two out of fifty. - I told him jokingly. I felt the impact of the coin that did not hit me on the edge but rather head on in the middle of the chest. The coin slowly slid between my breasts, avoiding being stuck in the bra despite the narrow space. I felt its warmth - well was unusually warm - down my belly and stuck to the waist height. It was clear that nothing had happened to my blouse. But the teacher explained that it was one of fifty, that others were missing. That about others surprised me but I understood that I wouldn't have loose change. I had liked the experience, moments before receiving the soft blow. Feel a warm body that invades your privacy without being able to do anything about it. Being blindfolded in front of a stranger. It turned me on. I felt the humidity reaching my thin thong and the nipples burned on my breasts. He flipped another coin again. This one got caught in my bra, near the right nipple. It had to be a small coin, maybe five cents. No I said nothing more and waited. Another one arrived and fell from the other side, rubbing against my nipple. left. I was lost horny. I felt like the strippers who let themselves putting the bills in the neckline, exposing those who cannot defend themselves. My hands did not move from my back, my eyes did not see anything but my head I imagined too much. The coins were hot, as hot as I was. I could feel the first on my waist, the other two on my breasts. More coins arrived. The blow against my chest reminded me of the sensation of attack of the man's member when he drills your insides. Every flip of a coin It was an attack in a prolonged penetration. My lips opened with pleasure feel the coins all over my bra rubbing against my breasts everywhere. More than half a dozen had already entered, there must have been few left. I didn't worry about tell them or ask when such a libidinous and libidinous experience would end. sensual. I felt that the last coins arrived as if with less travel. I thought that perhaps the director had leaned back on the table. I didn't hear anything because all the nerves in my body were in my breasts and my pussy, half-open like my legs opened by the euro coins that they hid my heels My hands behind me, my eyes still closed despite the blindfold. Knew that the director was very close to me and that he was shamelessly observing my breasts from a privileged level, but far from bothering me, that excited me even more. My breasts were like a rock, the coins kept flowing. I don't know when I started moaning. I did it softly, they were little sounds when I felt an object that was looking for its place on my chest. I felt dirty with so much money on top and at the same time so little. She was like a cheap whore who was he pays him loosely. At some point I felt the director's breathing just inches from me. mouth. It was instinctive, I brought my lips together. He must have withdrawn them a little. I looked for him with my mouth and found something else hotter. It was his cock there next to him. I I put it in my mouth as best I could. It was so hot it burned me. I sucked it as well as I could. She swallowed his salty member with tremendous hunger. I felt As his entire cock entered the back of my throat, I couldn't help but expelling large jets of saliva that helped me lubricate it better. I stopped a little and he introduced his testicles to me, massaging them with my tongue and my hands. Me I put it back in whole, to the limit of my throat, swallowing and swallowing He moaned like crazy. He gave it good licks from the base to the same glans. There I would stop and run my tongue over the entire surface. and of new well inside. I spent a long time giving it my tongue. I felt that it was inevitable that ran and so he did. The abundant milk flooded my palate and my teeth, everything It went inside and as soon as I made sure it didn't get lost. I passed him the tongue along the corners of his manhood, cleaning it at every twist and turn. There was finished like a madman, restraining himself from making more noise by being in his dispatch. Throughout the entire process he had not laid a hand on me. Although Feeling extremely dirty I felt respected and in a certain way innocent. The semen was still inside my throat when I took off the blindfold. In that moment The director tugged on the last button of my blouse. The money flowed as in a slot machine falling all over the floor. My breasts had exploded and violently emerged from his fabric prison. I took the coins I could from me bra, now embarrassed that he could see my tits. I took out the ones that there was around my waist. I wanted to leave hastily, without saying anything else. I tried to fix my blouse because I couldn't leave my breasts like that. I asked him for something to repair the blouse. He searched his drawers and offered me a paper clip. I extended my hand to pick it up but then threw it to the ground. I had to bend down while He held my breasts with one hand, because they wanted to come out of the bra. I composed like I took off the blouse and left the office embarrassed but satisfied. As I left the office I passed near my daughter's class. They were in the hallway talking about his things. I didn't want to approach with the blouse as I had it and after have done something like what I did. I watched her from afar, I saw the other students. I was wondering who the director's son was. It wasn't hard for me to find out. There was a taller boy, more built, much more of a man than the others. I watched them from a distance. The boy, I don't know how he must have realized it. Our eyes met for a moment. I think he gave me the finger, like for me to get closer. I felt ashamed and wanted to leave. The boy approached me daughter. He naturally grabbed her waist. My daughter did not reject him, despite me I had to leave.