Of course he does.

Oz noticed that she was waving at him and thought she needed help. Juan acknowledged this thought of his by nodding at him after noticing the situation:

“Go, she need help. Maybe not find something again.”

Maria watched as Oz casually walked from the table towards the kitchen with a hint of a smile on his face. He followed Maria into the kitchen who tried to keep a safe distance from him, but his casual walking pace seemed to be far quicker than Maria’s quick tempo. She wanted to turn around to explain to Oz what had happened, but as she turned, she realised he was already standing right behind him up close so she stopped mid-way.

“Yes, Maria? How can I help you?”

“Spices, master Oz. Sazón or paprika.” She answered somewhat shyly.

“Hmmm. I think I might have a small jar of paprika. It’s in the pantry. It’s right here behind this door.” And he pointed at a small wooden door in the kitchen after thinking for a while.

Maria immediately opened the door and tried to gain more distance from her benevolent host. Oz, however, followed her to the small room. Various spices in jars, canned goods and basic ingredients were piled up on the shelfs which reached to the ceiling. Maria noticed the paprika by its red color on top of the shelf to her right. She tried to extend her arm and tiptoe. Her butt jiggled while her large breasts got slightly pulled up from the movement of her arm.

Oz watched on as she tried to tip-toe her way to the jar she wanted to reach but she proved to be too short. Her movements were nice to watch for him. Her calves flexed slightly as she moved up and he saw her butt rounded out nicely from behind her dress. He thought it might be more interesting to put this fine ass on display, so he grabbed the small foldable ladder in the corner and put it down next to her.

“Thank you, master Oz.” she said while concentrating on the paprika on the shelf.