Its up to Becky

You could flip a coin, but decide to leave it to Rebecca to decide where you go.

"Rebecca, where would you like to go, my house or Jennifer's?" you ask.

Surprised, Rebecca asked, "Really, Mr. Clarkson, you want me to choose?"

You reply with a smile, "You asked me to make you a woman. It's only fair for you to choose."

Rebecca reached over, clasping Jennifer's hand, and telling you, "I've been to Jen's house; I want to go there."

With the die-cast, you say, "Well, I'm going to need directions then."

Jennifer's walled neighborhood was very upscale, with one million-dollar home after another. Her home was three stories set into a hill. You entered her home on the third floor. The entryway is a large balcony that looms over the living room on the first floor. There were two sets of stairs to the right and left. And down a short corridor, there was an elevator down to the kitchen.

Echoing up from the living room, you hear high-speed Spanish coming from the entertainment center.

Leaning over the railing, Jennifer called out, "Consuela, we're home."

"Ninfa, you have aaahhhh early day," the unseen Consuela replied.

Walking down the stairs, Jennifer told the housekeeper,"Si rain knocked out the school's power."

The living room was gorgeous, with a massive three-story window wall that looked out at what looked to be an Olympic-size pool. Next to it was a huge deck with a wet bar, BBQ pit, and a hot tub big enough for a dozen to sit comfortably.

Consuela had been reclining on the couch. Finishing your descent, the woman rose to greet you. When Jennifer had described her as beauty-queen hot, she hadn't been kidding. Clad in Gymshark pants and a sports bra, every curve was on display. Jennifer's father may be a cocksucker, but you couldn't blame him for wanting to possess this goddess.

Looking at Rebecca, she said knowingly, "Ahh, Pastelito, come to study again."

Rebecca blushed at the tease, causing Consuela to laugh.

"Who is this hombre mayor fuerte?" she asked, giving you a once-over.

Reaching out, you shake her hand, telling her, "Hi, I'm Jason Clarkson. It is nice to meet you."

"Ohh, Mr. Clarkson, he professor con gran polla katenya speaks about, yes. Sorry, I still learn english, the teacher with big dick. "

**** of habit has you saying, "Oh, it's nothing like that…" Only to be cut off by her saying. "No, no, no. I, Patrones puta, I no place to tell Princesa how, how to behave."

When the woman referred to herself as the Patrones Puta. Just for a moment, a look of sadness and anger showed in Jennifer's expression.

Consuela, can I bother you to keep our teacher company while we get ready?" Jennifer asked.

"Si, no worry. I keep professor from be no lonely why Pastelito and you vestido provocative." The woman replied.

Rebecca giggled as the two teens ran up to the second floor, where Jennifer's bedroom was. Watching them depart, Consuela sat back down on the couch, patting the seat next to her and telling you, "Sit, please."

Sitting down next to the woman, you were honestly at a loss. Here you were sitting next to what was essentially a live-in sex ****. While two teen girls were upstairs getting ready for you to fuck them.

Beating you to the punch, the Latina leaned over, placing one hand on your thigh while the other traced your cock with her fingers. You groaned in pleasure as her teasing touch turned your semi-erect cock into an iron rod ready to pound some nails.

Consqula's throaty laugh tickled you as her deft fingers drifted down to gently cup your balls. She vocalized her approval as you began to stroke her inner thigh, setting your blood to boil.

"Such strong man," the woman said approvingly. "Such grande heuvos, Pastelitas first time be Muy Bruno, yes."

At your groaning nod, she kisses your cheek, whispering, "Bueno."

Removing her hands, the hot-blooded Latina sat back on the couch. Conseula's rock-hard nips could be seen through her sports bra. Your lips dry, you burned with the need to expose her rack, giving them a taste.

You felt your control start slipping when, from upstairs, you heard a yell, "WE'RE READY!"

"Such a strong, fiery man. Next time you show me sword, yes."

Leaning over, you kiss the Latina, tasting her lips. Breaking it, you growl, 'Next time.'

Running upstairs, you tear off your shirt and tie. Just off the landing you see an open doorway. Looking into the room...