Tatiana stood up relieving her of her weight and Lucrecia dressed in silence. The old woman kissed her in the mouth again, removing with her tongue some fluids that were in her pupil´s mouth.
“How do you feel?” Asked the Russian.
“Merry ... and proud.”
“Sure! You have returned to the womb that you knew one day.” The sound of her voice revealed the deep emotions that crossed Tatiana's senses.
“Besides ...” Said Lucrecia in a more practical tone. “...I appreciate the guidance you have given me to go on with my man. I was confused but now I understand clearly what to do.”
“Make your subordinate give you maximum pleasure. You must not have contemplations.”
Thus, with the emergence of this new weaver the threads that subtly guided the lives of our characters suffered a new turn.
When Esteban arrived home he saw no one in the yard and went directly to the room he shared with Luz, left his clothes on the bed and his other belongings on a chair and went to the bathroom to get a shower.
He came out of it wrapped in a towel with his skin reddened by the steam. He shaved carefully, since Lucrecia complained that his beard scraped her skin on the face and in her private areas, and then dressed up. The man took his documents and wallet and put on his jacket. He introduced his hand in a pocket to take the keys of the house and of the car and when removing it found an object. Full of omens he spread it and reading it confirmed his fears. It was Lucrecia´s business card on which there were so explicit annotations. His face covered with blush. He knew that the card was not there when he arrived at the house and also knew that Luz would not have placed it there without causing a scandal, so that there was only one possibility left. The man walked all over the courtyard and especially in front of Valentina's room, but there was nobody in the house. He thought for a moment and the situation appeared clear in his mind. The black girl knew his secret. Esteban checked his watch and hurried out of the house because he did not want to be late for the meeting at Lucrecia´s studio.
Esteban pushed the floor button but no one answered. He prepared to wait a while without daring to walk along the stores not to lose a second when the woman arrived, such was the anxiety the appointments with her caused him.
After a few minutes the lady crossed the street and approached the building. She was dressed in a suit of black synthetic leather that emphasized her slim figure. The outfit caused the young man a shiver whose origin he could not determine. Lucrecia almost did not look at him when she crossed him and immediately opened the door. She looked tense, which contrasted with her usual tranquility; this perception increased Esteban´s anxiety. Both entered the building.
In the pub in the opposite side of the street the waiter approached the client who was sitting at the table in front of the window. Her black skin and her splendid silhouette had caused the admiration of the boy, although some large sunglasses covered part of her face. The waiter got intrigued as the client had taken some pictures with her camera pointing apparently to people who happened to pass by.
“ Miss. Is everything all right? Do you want a photo to be taken to you?” Asked the young man with the obvious purpose of engaging in conversation with the beautiful girl.
“No thanks.” When she looked at the young man he could glimpse the tearful expression of the girl´s face, even though he could not see her eyes.
From the beginning Esteban felt that the meeting was going to be special, even by Lucrecia´s standards. She asked him to undress completely, so she could see for the first time his entire body. Unlike previous meetings when the dame imposed a slow pace, this time she seemed urged by her sexual needs. First Lucrecia ordered him to kiss and fondle her entire body. When she had her head between her thighs she squeezed it with unprecedented force, which almost stopped the flow of blood to the man´s brain. As she sat in his face the pace at which she rocked was hellish and produced multiple bruises on his face. After her climax the woman ordered him to lie on his chest and rode in his new position. No doubt she wanted to experience all possible variants of oral sex. At one point Lucrecia came off his back, giving him the order to lie down. When she returned the young man could glimpse that she brought a whip as those used to train horses. The lady sat down on his back rocking on him in order to get aroused and excited until Esteban suddenly felt a lash on his back which was followed by others besides blows with her fist.
Lucrecia felt that a new kind of emotion filled her senses. Having under her buttocks the man she wanted was not enough, she had had hurt him and humiliate him for her emotion to be complete. Lashes produced red furrows in the white skin of the young man and its view increased the arousal of the woman. At one point she felt she was ready for the culmination of her desire, her most hidden fantasy. She took a blade she had brought and cut the skin of the man's back. The sight of blood increased her excitement at the level of delirium and forced her to inflict him several more cuts. Then she felt a huge orgasm approaching, then slid over his back placing her genitals on the neck of the slave and observed her fluids pouring on his head and running down his face. With the excitement she felt the urge to urinate, ordered Esteban to keep his mouth open and sitting on his face issued a strong discharge of urine that entered his mouth and nostrils causing him a momentary drowning.
Lucrecia rose from her man, gave him a blow of the whip on his face and watched her work. Esteban's body was full of bruises and his skin was bleeding from several wounds. What most pleased the woman was seeing the smile on his lips. Lucrecia was exultant, knew she had reached a new stage of erotic satisfaction. She also knew that thenceforth she would not be satisfied with less, and finally knew all that she wanted to do only with Esteban. She then sat on his penis that had a huge erection.
“Penetrate me now, fill me with your seed.”
The boy saw once again the feverish gleam in the eyes of his mistress.
Valentina jumped by the table as she saw the woman called Lucrecia Ortiz and Esteban leaving the house. Even from afar she noticed the wounds in the boy's face, like a boxer after a tough fight. Her eyes filled with tears and her heart with grief.
“Oh Esteban, what are you letting her do to you?”