"The rules are simple, we take turns asking each other questions. If anyone lies, they get electrocuted by the lie detector, am I clear?" Brent had long planned out the questions he wanted to ask in his mind, and for some reason, he was actually looking forward to this game. "Um, okay." It was late and Hermosa went back upstairs to make sure Elisa was asleep and not crying before returning to the living room and sitting across from Brent, placing his hand on the lie detector and letting the red nylon strap hold the back of her hand in place. "First question, where is Elisa's father?" Hermosa obviously didn't expect the first question to be so pointed, she stammered and explained, "I, I don't know." "Don't know?" "We're ...... a one-night stand." Hermosa's ears reddened and Brent pressed the button on the lie detector for her and nothing moved. That meant she passed the test. Hermosa breathed a soft sigh of relief: "How long have you lived here alone?" "Five mont
It was the night Hermosa lost sleep for the first time in a long time. The fire of desire in her body had not subsided from the moment it was kindled, and she rolled over with his legs clamped in impatience, accidentally touching Elisa's arm. "Mmmm ......" Hermosa carefully draped the covers over her, thinking of going to the bathroom if she could, but hesitated. The fire had been lit for Brent. Oddly enough, Hermosa had always had strong desires and had done things to soothe herself before.But once these things were associated with Monsieur, it seemed that they became a kind of blasphemy. The man was so unattainable, even in his wheelchair, that she dared not, and could not, think about it.In the end Hermosa had to grit her teeth and go downstairs to change into a new panties .She want to warm herself a glass of milk so that she could at least sleep better. "Sir." Hermosa was a little surprised that Brent was there, and the embarrassment she felt in her heart increased:
Brent took advantage of the night to violate Hermosa over and over again with his huge vibrator, watching her in a state of lust and sleep, and hating himself for not bringing the tools from the basement into the bedroom to part her tight pink pussy lips with pliers and wipe away all her juices with medical pads. For a moment, Brent wanted to make a specimen of the beauty beneath him, to display her post-orgasm lovingly in his dark basement forever for his own enjoyment. But every time these sordid thoughts came to his mind, Hermosa called his name in untimely agony. At that moment he seemed to be a sinner summoned by a judge. But these evil thoughts, wrapped in sin, would only end up in his hot fingertips, swirling round and round Hermosa's vagina. ...... The night soon faded from the sky and Brent took Hermosa into the master bathroom to clean up her muddy bottom before carrying her to his own room. The bedroom was quiet and Brent got Hermosa into bed and tucked her in befor
Hermosa had cleaned up the table and the floor, and had put an ice towel on her face in the bathroom for a long time before daring to go back inside, not realizing that she had woken Elisa up. "Mum ......? Are you crying?" She rolled over in her sleepy eyes and saw Hermosa's red, puffy eyelids. "No." Hermosa scooped her up into her arms and she picked up the Elmo Brent had given her ,and let Elisa hold the cookie monster, "Let's play storytelling, okay?" "No good." Elisa threw away the cookie monster and wouldn't let Hermosa hold the Elmo, "Not until you stop crying !" "I wasn't crying in the first place." Hermosa wasn't sure if Elisa would believe her, but she changed the subject, "Do you want to go out? Would you like to take you to the supermarket this afternoon?" "Yes." Elisa was excited all of a sudden. She actually liked to go out, but she only stayed at home all day because she needed more sleep than other children because of her poor health. "Be good then,
"What did you say?" Hermosa was stunned, not responding for a moment to the meaning of Brent's words. "Didn't you say you wanted to go to the supermarket with me?" Hermosa couldn't believe it, a little surprised and then a little embarrassed and worried: "Ah, yes, but ......" She asked, a little cautiously, "Can you control the wheelchair yourself?" Brent didn't say anything and gave Hermosa a faint sweeping glance. With that one glance Hermosa knew he must not be happy, but there was nothing she could do.Hermosa looked at the baby in her arms with difficulty: "I have to hold Elisa, your wheelchair is automatic right ......" "Give me that." Brent suddenly interrupted him. "Can, can I?" Hermosa did get Brent's point right away this time, but didn't immediately do what he said, "But she's a bit heavy." "It's okay." Brent didn't tell Hermosa that upper body exercises were a daily ritual for him, and that he had no trouble lifting Hermosa out of bed .Carrying a bab
"What a lovely daughter you have."A salesman in a supermarket uniform approached them with a stack of leaflets in his hands, slipped one into Hermosa's arms, and snapped, "Would you like to get a membership card? You'll get member prices on certain items."Brent ignored him."Thank you, no." Hermosa could see that the Brent probably didn't want to talk to him, smiled and politely declined before pushing his wheelchair away, only to be stopped again."Are you sure you don't want to find out more?"The salesman said undeterred, taking a leaflet from his pocket and shoving it into Brent's hand as he spoke: "Sir, we have a great deal for members, and ......"His voice came to a screeching halt.It was because of the look in Brent's eyes.It wasn't his first day in the business, and dealing with impatient customers had become an almost daily 'must', but he had never had a customer look at him like that.It was so gloomy that it reminded him of a bird of prey hovering beneath a dark cloud.
A few minutes later, in the office on the third floor of the supermarket, Hermosa heard the manager address Brent as "young master" and realized that the supermarket was in fact owned by the Brent family. As the third youngest member of the family, Brent owns 5% shareholding of the largest supermarket chain in the country.When the shareholder and young owner was injured in his own shop, it was clear that the matter could not be solved by a simple compensation. Not to mention the fact that Brent's manager had more or less heard of Brent's temper after that incident, and he stood in front of Brent in a cold sweat, not knowing what to say for a moment."Who told you to put something as dangerous as glassware up so high and without any protection around it?"Brent's questioning tone was not angry. He had one arm around Elisa, who was sitting on his lap, and the wound on his right arm had been bandaged by Hermosa, but blood was still seeping out. Although it was a superficial wound, it st
"Ugh!"The blow was so painful that Hermosa drew a breath and instinctively fell backwards.She just fell into Brent's arms."Ouch?"The warmth of the embrace made Hermosa's mind go blank. Before she had time to react, she heard Brent ask in a deep voice.Brent's chest vibrated slightly with the sound of his voice, which traveled into Hermosa's body with the skin that was pressed against each other.Then even the two sensitive nubs of her breasts began to tingle. There they were yearning to be touched and sucked."No, no ...... sorry ......"Hermosa, thoroughly flustered by her trespassing actions and thoughts, struggled to get up, but just as she straightened up, she was pulled back into Brent's arms."Sir ......" Hermosa became even more overwhelmed. Her thick, feathery eyelashes fluttered lightly and her voice almost took on a sobbing tone."Don't move."In the face of this Hermosa, Brent became more and more assertive. In this position, he continues to apply pressure to Hermosa's