Chapter 7

Walking Away

When the Mexican blonde got home, he turned on his TV, slotted in the tape, and Kate’s naked breasts, face writhing in e******, and vagina being penetrated by a unanimous penis showed up. It was an adventurous sex tape of forty-five minutes, and in the end it was only Kate that was displayed. Her partner remained unknown. The Mexican blonde shook his head, fed a cigar to his lips and lit up to smoke.

“My client will be hungry for this one,” he spoke. “If they price anything less than its value I’ll abrogate their fucking ass. Who wouldn’t die for a white pussy like this? he said to himself. And then to the gold watch he sat to it and gave a bemused smile as the gold shone into his eyes. 

“Dumb ass,” he cursed Tony and rubbed his hands before the expensive piece. “You want to drink from the cup of your boss and remain a debtor,” he said. “Puta,” he cursed angrily and smoked on. 

“This shit ain’t going anywhere now. It will remain with me