Chapter 285 - We Keep Asking For Forgiveness! - meters
Luisa
"Don't disobey me again. The first time can always be seen as a learning experience, but the second time would be a direct offense to me. I love that you care so much for my children; I do too. And that doesn't mean I don't notice what you wear, what you use and don't use, whether you eat with your left hand or your right." I looked at him.
"You see! You've never told me, but you train both hands, and that's a very good camouflage technique. Not everyone can use both hands; you can pass as either right-handed or left-handed.
"The day you decide to use your right hand, you do everything with your right hand, and the same with your left. Your signatures are identical with either hand. The difference is that when you sign with your left, you put a dot at the end." I will never stop admiring this man; only the agency knew I am ambidextrous.
"Teach me to speak without speaking."
"Earn it."
He said mischievously, turning his back to finish showering, and then I did the same. When I left the bathroom, he was holding Sergio.
"So, does he look like me?"
"He's your spitting image."
He put Sergio in the crib and began to get dressed. This time, without realizing it, I memorized the clothes he was putting on.
"What do I have to do to earn some lessons with you?"
"Yesterday, you just had to ask. Today, you'll need to earn it. Let's see how the week goes." He was already dressed, he took his hat and kissed me on the lips. "I'll be working on the ranch in the morning."
"And in the afternoon?"
"Brunette, we're figuring out how to fix the mess you guys made. Believe me, you were saved from Roland killing you because one of you is the love of his life and the other is his beloved sister." I made a face.
"I really regret that. It hurts me, Verónica."
"At least they slept together in the cabin. That tells me Roland must already have a plan."
"Against Verónica or to get out of the mess we put them in."
"For both."
"You know my brother very well."
"Between movements, looks, and silences, words are heard." I was still naked and ran to hug him.
"Thanks for the first hint of a lesson." Smiling, he kissed my lips.
"Good student. I'm off to work."
"I love you, and my children, I adore all four of you."
"And I idolize you all. I'm going to check on the girls."
"And to top it off, they respond to 'girl one' and 'girl two.'"
Simón's laughter warmed my heart. My mother was right; I was making a huge mistake.
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Diana
I've spent three days sleeping next to my wife, but not hugging her. I can see she wants to tell me something, but she holds back; my Little One is so proud. My cock is rock hard, and the damn woman doesn't stop moving her ass and brushing against me. I pretended to be asleep.
I imagine each of us put his woman in her place, but my prissy one, after insulting me at the top of her lungs about how beastly I was, hasn't deigned to apologize. She just parades around in those damn robes, making me go to bed stiff.
And now it seems she has the itch because she can't find anywhere else to move but to rub her sweet ass against my aching cock. "But I won't give in, strong mind, I control my instinct, I command my body." Let a miracle happen! I'm sweating cold.
Augusto's alarm went off, looking for food. Saint breast appeared to the rescue. I kept pretending to be asleep. I heard her sigh, and after half an hour, my alarm went off, saving me this time. I got up just as she was getting back into bed. Her disappointed face was obvious.
"Good morning, how did you sleep?"
"The same as you, only it doesn't show on me." She pointed at my erect penis, since I don't sleep with clothes.
"It's morning wood." I defended myself.
"You've had it like that since very early."
"I have work to do."
I went into the bathroom, and although I'm ashamed to say it, I had to help it with my hand. While brushing my teeth, I denied myself in the mirror.
"Married and jerking off. You're in bad shape, Miguelito."
I talked to my penis. With a towel around my waist, I left the bathroom and found her sitting on the edge of the bed.
"What do I have to do for you to forgive me?"
Inside, I was cheering for the home run I hit. That's my Little One, here my dick rules!
"To start, you haven't apologized." I said seriously, taking out my boxers.
"Forgive me."
"Which offense are you asking forgiveness for?" I turned around, already dressed. "For not listening to me when I told you not to leave the ranch? For ruining our plans and separating Lupe and Arnold for several months? For calling me 'Beast' about a hundred times?"
"I always call you 'Beast.'"
"Yes, but this time you yelled it with hate. You didn't make me feel like a little beast but a huge one." Once I said that, we looked at each other and she smiled at me.
"I'm truly sorry for not listening to you and for what happened with Lupe. That really makes me sad and regretful."
"You're forgiven."
"And what should I do to be forgiven for those hundred times I called you a huge beast?"
"That, my dear Little Devil, can only be solved with a hundred blowjobs."
I smiled. She was standing again, looking at me with that innocent gaze that messes up all my plans.
"Can I start now?"
"Could be..."
This was glorious. My woman was excellent at giving head, and seeing her so focused on giving me pleasure in these... I don't know how many minutes we've been like this, but the tickle that anticipates my climax was approaching.
"Dianaaaa."
"I want it."
Damn! There's nothing that messes with a man more than seeing a woman swallow his essence, especially if that woman is the owner of your life, heart, and soul. Watching her clean my penis while my breathing normalized.
"Satisfied?"
"Ninety-nine to go."
She kept looking at me. I hadn't touched her, she must be on edge, but I wouldn't touch her. I'd leave her hanging.
"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" I went back to the closet to get my clothes, dressing in front of those eyes that were glaring at me. "Then you say you're not..." I looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "A little beast." I approached her.
"I love you, but you need to learn to know me."
"You're dying to penetrate me."
"You have no idea, but it'll be after ninety-nine blowjobs."
"Jerk." She pouted, and I devoured her mouth.
"See you at breakfast, I'll be working on the ranch."
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Guadalupe
Fifteen days, two weeks have passed where I haven't stopped crying and crying, even Alfredo doesn't know what to do with me anymore. He's been very decent; I'm in an apartment with all the comforts anyone could want, but I'm alone, and I have to be strong for my baby.
I don't speak German, I haven't heard from my parents, Miguel threw my phone into a sewer on the road to the airport in San Antonio, I couldn't bring anything, not even a photo of my family.
I must have done something wrong, as Miguel and Diana said, it was clear we shouldn't have gone to that meeting. Now that days have passed, I realize I degraded myself a lot.
Once they left me at the airport, a short, thin woman with short hair, who was obviously a federal agent, received me. They didn't give me time to say goodbye to Diana.
"You really messed up, girl, or should I call you Tadpole?"
I didn't know why she knew the nickname Arnold had given me, and at that moment, I understood that Arnold worked with that government agency.
"Was it all a trap?"
"In Germany, you'll be safe for who knows how long. A man named Alfredo Masa, nicknamed Rino, will pick you up. He's one of Roland's trusted men. I hope that's enough for you to be comfortable."
She didn't say anything else. No matter how much I tried to ask her, it was impossible to get another word out of her. And Rino was worse; he doesn't talk about anything related to them. Over the days, I understood that to have a conversation, I had to ask trivial things. There was a knock on the door. I got up, washed my face, and went to open it. There was Rino, all dressed up.
"Remember you have an appointment with the gynecologist."
I had forgotten. The only thing I have is my baby. I caressed my belly; I must be about five weeks along.
"I'll get ready."
Saying Alfredo was a bad person would be a lie. Saying you're bored with him would be another lie. This man was a mix between Mr. Miguel's notes and my silly Güerejo because of the way he acted.
To avoid problems with the clinic, he ended up being the father of my baby at the clinic. He was the one who talked to the doctor because I don't understand the language. They took blood samples, and he wrinkled his face.
"Are you afraid of blood?"
He adjusted the glasses he hasn't taken off since I met him. He must have a permanent problem. They look like the ones older men used in the past.
"Not blood, needles, yes."