A big change in my life (4) Look at the screen again, and see those again images, my photos, published there on that por

A big change in my life (4) Look at the screen again, and see those again images, my photos, published there on that porn page made me realize that everything was real and not a simple dream. Pablo calmed me down, dried the tears that had already came out of my eyes again and with great affection he told me to leave him the problem to him. He would take care of everything. I thought all the way how I would deal with Marcos, how he would look at his face and the desire he had to beat him to death, but in my head the words that Pablo had told me before leave "Try to hide that you know, pretend that You never saw those images and play along. Just avoid having to sleep with him again" I had promised him that I would do it, while the I thought of some way I could get revenge. Thinking about that led me to think about my meeting with my boss, how protected I had felt, how he had in charge of giving me the pleasure I needed while trying to steal The bad moment I was going through would eat away at me. He was quite a gentleman, although after all, I should just let myself go and not trust another again man. Yes, I told myself very sure, from today I will only surrender to pleasure that sex provided me, but without giving my heart and without making me illusions with anyone. I got home, got out of the car and went inside. The entrance and dining room were deserted. The only sound could be heard coming from the kitchen, Entering I found my mother and a friend there. I greeted them both and of course The thing wants to investigate the whereabouts of my brother. -Is Marcos there, mom? - No honey, your brother went out all weekend week. - Ahh, how good! And do you know where it was? -He was going with some friends to a party they were giving in the beach and will stay there until Sunday night. -Ok. I'm going to have a bath. Let me know when the food is. - Very good honey. I climbed the steps two at a time that separated me from the upper floor now a little more relieved. Not having to see that cretin in The whole weekend relieved me greatly. Enter my room, take my cell phone and sent a message to Pablo. He was gone all weekend. He will only return Sunday night. I left my phone on the nightstand and headed to the bathroom. private that my bedroom had. I was preparing the bathtub when my phone rang. phone. I ran to answer it. -Yes, hello Pablo. - Hello Malena. How are you feeling? - Fine, thanks. But you didn't have to worry about my. - OH okay, I just wanted to tell you that I'm glad that I don't have to see him. AND -Yes Pablo? -Maybe it's not the best, but - Tell me -Could I pick you up in a few hours? I would love for you We would go out to dinner and get to know you better, I know we know each other well. enough It's just that -I would love Pablo. We meet where? -OH no no, I'll pick you up in an hour. Seem to you? -Well yes. Good. See you then. -Yes, see you. Bye bye. I went into the bathroom, took off all my clothes and got into the bathtub. The contact of the hot water on my body made me feel sick. I shivered and all my skin crawled. I started to rub the soap over my body and The touch of my soapy hand began to excite me. I was thinking about Pablo, about how good that he had caught me that afternoon and that maybe we could get to do it again that night. The mere memory made my sex wet for inside as it was on the outside and I playfully began to fondle my nipples, already erect due to the contact with the water and the effect of my thoughts. I lowered one hand along the line of my navel and touched subtly my clitoris, it was swollen and hard and the same friction made it A moan of pleasure escaped my throat. I continued playing with my right hand, while with my left hand I took the shower hose and brought it to my vagina. The small, subtle and delicate jet that came out of it made me shudder when I came into direct contact with my clitoris and my desire was so much that I lowered my other hand and inserted two fingers without the slightest problem. I started masturbating while I thought about Pablo, he put his fingers in and out of my vagina at a pace that made me served, neither too hard nor too slowly, no, just the right rhythm to give me the pleasure I was needing. My clitoris had swollen a little more and the touch of the water, but the fingers of my right hand, were causing me madness, but it was no longer enough for me, I needed more. I looked throughout the bathroom for something that could help me. quench my thirst for sex, something that would finally give me the long-awaited orgasm that It would relax my body and my mind. I saw on the marble of the washing sink the aerosol deodorant that I used, I took it and without thinking twice the I inserted it into my vagina, it was cold and the shock of temperatures made me excited even more so, so he moved that improvised dildo at a frenetic pace and desperate, while with my free hand I rubbed my clitoris. The pleasure was increasing until almost madness and when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, I exploded in an orgasm that made my entire body shake. The spasms controlled me for seconds, a few wonderful and fascinating seconds in which I surrendered and I lost consciousness of all the other occupants of the house, which I can assure they must have heard my moans and the pleasure I was getting provoking. Once I catch my breath, I finish bathing. Already satisfied and more relaxed, I went out to my room and threw myself on the bed. A knock on my bedroom door woke me up. My mother came in and told me. -Honey, there is a young man downstairs looking for you. -Pablo- I screamed and jumped up. Oh mother tell her I'll be down in a minute. -It's okay sweetheart. That means you won't have dinner us? -Oh mom I'm sorry, I completely forgot about let you know -No problem daughter, now get dressed and don't do anything. wait for that hottie. My mother left the room and I opened my closet. looking for what to wear It had to be something sexy but at the same time not say too much. Everything had to happen in due time, but most importantly Paul had to believe that he was the one in charge and she was the poor damsel in distress.