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He was placing his prick against her. She felt the steady pressure on her twat and her hips started jerking faster, rubbing against it with more and more friction until she thought if it wouldn't go in she would go crazy. There was a knock at the door. A firm knock. Manuel stepped away from Renee and looked at the door in irritation. He opened it a crack and said, "Como?" |
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Through the narrow crack, Renee saw the outline of a woman's hair, a bleached blonde, and heard her whispered conversation, but couldn't make out the words. Manuel shut the door and hastily put on his clothes. Not saying a word, he stepped outside and slammed the door behind him, leaving Renee and Fran alone in the room. Renee stared at the ceiling again. She wanted to scream. She was going to scream.
Manuel Ramos followed Esperanza to the top of the stairs where they could stand behind a blanket hung there to keep the upstairs light out. His eyes followed where her finger was pointing and he stiffened. The American, wearing a sport coat and slacks this time instead of a suit, was the same one who had been with Fran and Renee the night he "acquired" them. "Send Jose up," he hissed. Hurriedly the girl scurried down the stairs and out the front where the doorman kept watch. The American worried Manuel. He walked around and seemed to be talking with everyone. He was behaving all right. And yet, Esperanza said he had been looking specifically for him for a reason he wouldn't tell to her. Manuel frowned. This was no time for complications like a nosy Americano prying around. A week more and he would be rid of the two women, anyway. They would be too hot to keep this close to the border. Besides, the market in Uruguay already agreed to take them.