Marisol arrives

Frank opened the door to find a slender smiling Latina looking up at him.

"You must be Frank! I'm Marisol, Megan's friend?"

"Yes, I'm Frank. She's told me about you. You look delicious."

"Oooohhh…wait til you taste me!" she giggled, stepping into the house and standing on her toes to kiss him. "Is Meg already here? She told me to bring some clothes."

"She's in the living room," Frank smiled, leading the petite girl to her friend. Marisol gave a little gasp at seeing Megan curled naked on the floor, then glanced at Frank, her eyes widening with speculation.

"She said you were a man who knew what he liked. That you made her happy. Looks like you've got her trained."

"She's coming along nicely," Frank chuckled. "Can I get you a drink of something. Lemonade, iced tea, something stronger?"

"Some white wine if you have it," Marisol answered, moving to sit on the couch beside her friend. "Meg baby I brought some clothes like you asked," Frank heard her say as he stepped out of the room. When he returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses, Megan was wearing a pink top but nothing else, looking at him with adoring eyes.

"I brought shorts but she won't put them on. She says you cut her clothes off?"

"That's right," Frank smiled, pouring two glasses of wine. "That's when I was tying her up and caging her."

"Madre," Marisol whispered, picking up her wine glass, her eyes looking Frank over. "You didn't bring a glass for Meg."

"She drinks out of her bowl," Frank smiled, pouring some for Megan, who bent to lap it up, wiggling happily. Marisol watched, a surprised smile twitching the corners of her lips.

"You got her pretty well trained from what I see. You expect me to act like that?"

"From what Megan told me, and from the picture you sent when she invited you over, I expect you to act like a bitch in heat. Finish your wine, and we can go to a bedroom."

"Ooooh, you're an arrogant one," she giggled. "Sure you can keep up with two bitches?"

"You'll be surprised what I can keep up with," he smiled, refilling her glass and raising his in a toast.

"Mmmmm, that's what Meg said, didn't you babe?"

"Signore is amazing," Megan whispered. "His cock is magical."

"Girl you got it bad," Marisol laughed, draining her glass and accepting a refill. "Gotta say my motor's been running since I heard. And it isn't slowing down," she stretched, reaching one foot out and tracing up Frank's calf. "Where's this bedroom you mentioned?"