“Please, master Oz, I want finish cook.”

“Please, master Oz, I want finish cook.”

“Oh you can finish this cock first.” He said eagerly, but as Maria tried to turn around, she **** him to turn to his left.

It was at this moment that Maria realised that her youngest daughter was in the room. Josefina had just made her way to the kitchen and saw Oz turn away, showing his back, as Maria moved to the pot with her dress lifted.

“¿Qué haces?” she asked her mother.

“Oh is nothing, we just cooking!” she said very quickly, but the blood in her veins had frozen stiff.

“That’s right!” Oz said as he turned around.

He had already slipped back into his pants by then and covered everything. He grabbed one of the onions to show it off to the child. Then he opened another cupboard and pulled out a small device. It was a manual food processor. He quickly quartered an onion and put it into the device. A few quick pulls later he showed the girl the result of the finely minced onions.

The girl looked away in an instant as the strong smell of onions hit her. Oz laughed and Maria, after realising what was going on, also laughed.