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held the lure. The pretend bullfight continued though both matador and animal were moving far more slowly as they nurtured the impact of their respective wounds.

Chapter Three
    The drive to Hermosillo was going to be a long one and they would have to leave at night, so after the workout Lucinda returned to the family home, showered, and excused herself to her bedroom to sleep before the trip. She said nothing to anyone about the uncanny set of circumstances during the workout session, but within her, secret thoughts churned.
    She could not believe what Manolo had done to her, nor did her reaction make sense. Were they falling in love, or was it just some needle prick of lust?
    In the bathroom, she had inspected the damage done to her rear. There was still discoloring and some soreness, but the spanking had not been as bad as she had thought. It was odd, too, how Manolo seemed to have enjoyed that as much as the actual act of sex that did not transpire.
    Now in the privacy of her bedroom, she peeled off her robe and wearing nothing underneath, she was able to lie on the bed. Resting on her back, she still felt discomfort where she had received her ass-whapping, but this brought new sensations into her thought process.
    Thankfully no one saw, and while she bit her lip to keep anyone else in the house from hearing, her fantasy world was rampant with screams and orgasms.
    She had masturbated before, where she usually went right to her clit, but this time she started with her breasts, fondling them gently. She felt her nipples stiffen and she tweaked them both, thinking of Manolo’s hands all over them. The thought of this made her start to dampen in her sensitive spot as well. How quickly she was aroused.
    Her breathing was starting to increase in rate as well and with her head propped on a pillow, staring down at herself, she watched her stomach heave.
    “Mmmmmmmm...”
    A slight groan escaped her mouth, but that was all she could be afforded. She bit hard to silence the groans that wanted to come.
    “Mmmmmmmm…”
    Her nipples were now standing at attention like little soldiers, awaiting the command of their general.
    “Mmmmmmmm…”
    She wished the house was empty, so she could get as loud as she wanted, but this was not the case, and she had to keep her emotions in check. Otherwise, she would have been screaming at this very time.
    Slowly, she let her hands drift downward across her stomach and abdomen, stopping to massage the tangled fur of her womanhood. Spreading her legs wide, she prepared for what was next to come, while in her mind she envisioned Manolo down there, with his head in a precarious position, ready to go to work with his tongue.
    “Manolo,” she whispered. “Manolo…”
    Up to this time she had entertained mild interest in him, but nothing had been acted upon until this day. Again, she was unsure in which direction she wanted to go and how to deal with the conflicts that surely would build.
    The frantic probing with her finger brought an end to her concern, as there were other things to occupy her mind.
    “Mmmmmmmm…”
    Shutting her eyes, she thought of Manolo inside her, tormenting her clitoris with his tongue, until it too, started to stand at attention. Her slipperiness was building, as he licked deep within, snaking back and forth like Quetzalcoatl, the famed Plumed Serpent of mythology.
    “Mmmmmmmm…”
    Her emotions were faster and with these penetrations, she now envisioned Manolo mounting her. She imagined his body on top of hers, crushing her tits with his chest. Holding her down, she was pinned like a dead butterfly to a display board, as the young man drove himself deep into her.
    Slowly, she ground her hips in time with his movements, careful not to emit the cries she longed for. She was likewise cautious to control her sexual spasms and not make the bed quake too suspiciously.
    Rather than going back and forth, she now moved her finger in a spinning motion, like an egg beater