The Berondong Boss Reserve
With Dean

The more Latina ignored his orders, the more passionate Dean wanted to have the woman. He was tired of women being obedient. With Latina, Dean felt challenged.

It had been an hour for Dean to wait, but Latina did not come to the apartment. He came home at ten, and reasoned to Berlin if he had to go to bed early because tomorrow he would go abroad.

Arriving at the apartment, Latina was not there. Dean had already sent a message regarding his room pass number, then asked the guard to allow the stash to go upstairs if it had arrived. But what, it was already 11 p.m., but Latina did not come.

"My rabbit is so wild apparently. If it's not in the apartment, then I can come to you, honey." Dean immediately grabbed his wallet and car keys, then walked out of his dwelling.

Arriving at Jason Veerhag's residence, the house was deserted. Maybe Latina's asleep. But whatever it is, Dean has to get his rations tonight.

Doorbell pressed. Until that door hasn't been opened, Dean will keep pushing it. Hearing the sound of the bell calling, Latina rushed out of the room. He did not sleep, but read books.

When he pulled the curtain, Dean's face he saw. The curtains were closed again. Latina calmed his heart. He grumbled as he opened the door.

"You're just bothered by coming here. You are not polite!"

"I came here to bother you, my dear aunt."

"I'm not your family!"

"Yes, you're my mistress."

Latina gasped at hearing that. Dean is always good at replying to every word he says.

"Really, right?"

"Let me rest. Every night you fuck me. My body needs sleep too."

"I told you this afternoon. I'm asking for rations tonight because I'm going abroad for two days."

Not knowing why, Latina found this funny. Dean said what he was, and he didn't know what to respond to it. Rejected free. Selling is expensive, even that is not the thing Latina likes.

"Go from here. My husband will be home soon."

Dean snorts. Jason again. Though it was clear that Latina's husband gave permission about this secret relationship. But Latina, still thinking about her marriage.

Clearly Latina thought of that. There was a marriage norm, and he always felt guilty, even though Jason had originally allowed it. Naturally, the mind exists. Sleeping with another man is a mistake.

The sound of the car is heard. Latina knew for sure that it was her husband. It does. Jason wondered why this luxury vehicle was in front of his house. As promised, Dean could not visit his place. However, what is this?

Jason rushed in. Indeed the door did not close, and, yes, he found Dean who was seducing Latina.

"Mr Dean. You're against the rules" Jason said.

"Your own wife didn't come to my place. So, I met him here."

Latina's heartache. Jason has a heart of demons. Even his wife is enjoyed by other men, he just relaxes. The world is strange, including the humans who fill it. There's this guy like Jason.

"Lend me your room" said Dean.

"No!" Latina refused firmly.

"We'll just play in the kitchen then. Come on, honey." Dean immediately carried Latina, and her female reflexes draped her hands around her neck.

"Let me down, Dean."

"Where's the kitchen?" Dean spread his eyes out to all directions. "Oh, that's where it looks like."

Meanwhile, Jason is flabbergasted at Dean's actions. The man did not care about her at all, even ignoring the agreement they had agreed to.

TB