You have questions

Your mouth is almost watering at the sight of Elena's lithe brown body. Her eyes are flashing as she grins at you, cocking her hip and turning to show herself off. You want to grab her and throw her on the bed, but you restrain yourself, unsure of what you might be agreeing to.

"How am I supposed to get your mother to Canada?" you ask.

"You got a car Senor, and you got a passport," she says firmly, putting her hands on her hips. "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 slides her hands up her body and cups her breasts, smiling salaciously at you.

"And you're offering your body now," you say hoarsely.

"Si. To give you a taste. So you know how good it is, and make you want more."

"What if I took the taste and refused to help your mother?"

"It's very bad to make an enemy of a Latina, Senor. Very bad," she says with a smile that has more than a hint of steel in it. She sways towards you, wagging a finger. "And you are not a bad man Senor. I can see that you are not. And you would like to keep tasting Elena, wouldn't you Senor? Just one time is not enough for a man like you." She stops two feet away and slowly rolls down her panties, turning to tease you with her body. Your cock is throbbing in your pants, **** with need.

"So tell me Senor," she says, holding her panties by one finger and turning to look over her shoulder at you, displaying her sweet brown rump. "Will you help my Madre?"