Esteban's workshop.

" Esteban is a good friend I met serving my time, he'll have what we need to get us in." He tells me.

I follow him inside a messy workshop full of half rusted cars , old appliances and busted electronics. I don't bother putting my shirt back, drenched that it is in my pussy juices, as I would have to remove the helmet to do it.

"Holà Esteban, I need a hand." He shouts.

"What, but if it's Pitbull , what the matter you forgot how to paw at naked girls, I can help you with that no problem, mi amigo." His friend replies.

"This I can handle no offense. This young thing got stuck locked out rather undressed. Her mom got a little nutty and installed heavy Tp 2.39 locks on all doors when I arrived in the neighbourhood. Do you still have that custom skeleton key you made ?" He ask.

"Ahh you want La Clave De Los Muertos It will cost you, even for you amigo, I swore not to use it anymore." He says.

"I'm sure you'll ask me a fair price, you always do." Mr Wallace tells him.