My pussy was growing more desperate by the second and I knew before long I would probably start to drip down onto the sheets. I wanted... Lucia to touch me. To touch my pussy.

I summoned up my courage, trying to compose myself to be ready to tell her when she got back. I could do this. I would win against the embarrassment this time...

I was just starting to grow concerned about what was taking so long when I heard her making her way back to the room.

To my surprise, when she came into the room I saw she had a black leather bag in her hands that...