Hermosa thought she was being punished."Si...sir?"She panicked and hastily stopped her small movements, even though they had long been exposed in Brent's eyes, "Don't do that sir, I ......""Don't be nervous." Brent stroked Hermosa's sideburns soothingly, "I'm not punishing you, I'm just trying to give myself a little boost. hermosa, you have no idea how good you look when you're consoling yourself."Brent's voice held an unmistakable note of obsession.Did she ...... look good when she was masturbating?Hermosa wasn't quite sure about that.She still didn't understand why Sir was making herself masturbate.But she was willing to do as she was told. Before she could respond, Brent found something else in the drawer and handed it to Hermosa, as if remembering something. she felt what appeared to be a plastic toy with an end that resembled a microphone. Her face flushed instantly."Do you like this? Or have you used it before?" Brent said something teased as if he hadn't seen her shy f
"I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, ever."Brent looked into Hermosa's eyes as he said the words.Those dark eyes were filled with nothing but lust and a heavy dose of sincerity.That sincerity was Hermosa's aphrodisiac and hallucinogen, and she would have given anything for it.So Hermosa compromised.She stood up, her long, white legs still shaking from the orgasm that had not long passed.The height of the rope must have been calculated by Brent, and Hermosa had just spread her legs to straddle the rope when the first knot grinded against her swollen clit. Hermosa whimpered with pleasure as her legs went limp and the rope sank deeper into her flesh beside clit."Ahhhh!"Hermosa cried out in comfort, dripping lust dripping uncontrollably from that fleshy hole and falling onto the tiles in a crystal glistening juice."Hermosa, turn your head and look at yourself." Brent's eyes darkened and his voice was hoarse with command."Oooh ......"Hermosa was sweating, a luscious pink flush o
"It's a sudden shock that's triggered her hyperventilating symptoms, just rest and get some nutrition."An hour or so later, in the children's ward at the NewYork hospital, Ray stood over a sleeping Elisa and said to Hermosa: "But a three-year-old's body can't take so much hospitalisation and injections. If I may ask, why is she so frightened? You'd better be more careful after that so that she doesn't get scared again.""I understand." Hermosa nodded, embarrassment and guilt weighing her down so much she could barely look Ray in the eye, "Thank you."Ray didn't say anything more, and after a few more words of caution she left.Hermosa sat down on the edge of Elisa's bed and buried her face in her palm and took a few deep breaths, her heart almost overwhelmed with guilt.She remembered Elisa's first hyperventilating episode. She was just over a year old and had watched herself being pestered by Randolph drunken henchman pestering her into the house and almost being raped. Then when sh
"Dear Brent KeithMr. Keith, the results of the paternity test you commissioned from our agency have been sent to the address you provided. An electronic copy of the report was sent to your email address simultaneously, please check it."Brent had gone out to buy fruit for Elisa, but he had just manoeuvred his wheelchair to the door of the nearby supermarket when he received a call from the paternity centre's AI customer service.The emotionless electronic female voice cycled through Brent's ears several times before he hung up the phone as if in a dream, opened his mobile email in the night and clicked on the report.The anticipation and excitement came over him like a tidal wave, and he seemed to have trouble reading, only being able to make out the words on the report intermittently.Based on the DNA genetic marker typing results ...... supported ...... biological paternity.Elisa really is his daughter.Hermosa was also really the love of his life who should have returned to him l
His expression became very mixed, like he was both shocked and a bit tempted to laugh at the absurdity of it."Are you kidding me, that kid is at least two or three years old, could you have had it with her?..." It took Jeffrey a few seconds to respond, "Brent, I know you're kind, but even kindness has to have a bottom line, this kind of ridiculousness ......"Brent knew Jeffrey wouldn't believe him, so he didn't say anything more, he just pulled out the paternity report from his phone and laid it out in front of him.Jeffrey was taken aback by Brent's action, reading the words on it carefully and taking another moment to slow down before speaking, "You better explain this whole thing to me carefully, I find I'm having a little trouble understanding it.""One day, four years ago, I went out partying with my classmates and stayed out drunk. That night a little prostitute who had gone to the wrong room was drugged and found her way to my room ...... After that she left, I actually searc
"Sir, you ......"The tumultuous thoughts hit Hermosa's mind like a wave and she blurted out as if in a dream, "Have you ...... been out a lot before? I mean there in New York, meeting up with friends and stuff ......" She didn't dare look at him and lowered her head sheepishly, obviously afraid to speak because she remembered something shy. She bit her own lip tightly, but held her eyes to Brent every now and then.The small space enhanced the ambiguous atmosphere between them. The hospital was as quiet as if they could only hear each other's heartbeats. Looking at her like this, Brent realized that she was too young for him. That's why she looked so shy.Brent knew that she couldn't hide anything inside. All her emotions were showing on her face. She stammered incoherently and didn't know what she was saying, but Brent just understood.For a moment Brent hesitated, since Hermosa had already guessed something, he might as well talk to her about it. But on second thought, Brent re
"Call me hubby." Brent repeated what he had just said. He reached out and gently pinned Hermosa's sweat-soaked hair behind her ear. She squirmed herself with unbearably. He, however, stopped his own movements. Hermosa's thoughts were still floating on a cloud, as if she were bound in a mist by huge tentacles. She was on the verge of being unable to think. "Sir, you..." The man in front of her suddenly stopped moving and insisted that she call him ' hubby'. She looked up into Brent's eyes as if she had been pushed back into the real world by those nameless tentacles, confused. Her eyes were still tinged with the pink seduction of lust. Brent knew of course what Hermosa was surprised about, but he didn't explain, and at the moment there was no way to explain, "Be a good girl, you call me hubby again and I'll make you more comfortable, okay?" He stroked his hands naughtily over her buttocks a few times before using both hands to pull her calves down with increasing force.He fucked de
"Or should I say you're really not afraid of dying or losing your little bastard's life?"Randolph's words were like a thunderclap, sending a wave through Hermosa's heart. She steadied herself and forced herself to look at the man in front of her with calmness."I told you, I'm trying. But ......""Bullshit!!!"Randolph interrupted Hermosa as he crushed the butt of his cigarette under his foot several times, his movements twisted like a wild boar in a frenzy, but outwardly he was smiling, the sinister look in his eyes increasingly concealed:"Stop trying to fool me with bullshit like he doesn't trust you and he's too wary. He's too fond of you, I can see that. I'm sure he'd agree if you asked him to give you his life in this situation, let alone find an underground warehouse, wouldn't he?" Randolph's face gradually became more and more grim, and he smiled like a clown who had received a great shock.He moved closer to Hermosa until the shadow of his entire body loomed over her head, a