Elena's grief

You gather up the orientation materials and decide that you'll read them over a cup of tea. You head downstairs to the kitchen and surprise Elena wiping tears from her pretty face.

"What's wrong Elena?" you ask with concern, wondering at the change in the self assured young woman of only a few moments ago.

"I'm sorry Senor. It's my Madre, she's very sick. Sometimes when I think of her the tears start. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry." You want to embrace the petite girl and comfort her, but decide to limit it to squeezing her shoulder.

"Gracias, Senor. You are so kind to care," she says quietly, looking up at you with melting brown eyes that touch your heart and make your cock twitch.

"What's the matter with your mother?"

"Her heart, it's very weak, Senor. She needs the hospital, but...." her voice trails off sadly.

"But what, Elena?"

"But she is...illegal Senor. If she goes to the hospital she fears that La Migra will send her back. She cannot go back, Senor. She would be killed. If only we could get her to Canada she might have a chance."

"So are you illegal too Elena?"

"Me? No Senor, I'm one of those anchor babies you read about. My madre came here a long time ago and I was born here. I'm so worried about her Senor," she gives you another look that melts your heart and puts a slender hand on yours.

"You're a kind man, Senor. I can see it in you. Thank you for caring." She slides against you, pressing her lithe body against yours and hugging you hard.

"I wish I could help," you say, rubbing her back as you hug her, feeling embarrassed that your cock hardens at the feel of her.

"But you can Senor," she says, lifting her face to look up at you. "You can help get my mother to Canada. There she can go to hospital, and maybe she don't get sent back. Maybe all of us can go to Canada. All my family." She looks at you with smoking eyes. "You have a passport and a car, and there's a place where it's easy to cross, maybe an hour from here, maybe a little more. Someone can tell you where and how. You take her and then to Montreal. To some people there. They'll look after her, get her to hospital. You do this Senor, and I promise there is no danger to you, and you can fuck me. Fuck me as much as you want." She raises her face, her soft lips parted in invitation, her body wriggling gently against you.

You stare at her, shocked by her sudden brazenness. "I'll fuck you Senor, fuck you harder than those gringa putas you been fucking. Just promise me you get my mother to Canada. I'll fuck you now, let you know how good it can be. Then fuck you as much as you want after you get her there. You ain't had no pussy as good as Elena's Senor. None of these gringas can match it."

She steps back from you and starts to unbutton her smock, her eyes glittering at you, revealing her sleek brown body, her pert breasts cupped in a white bra.