1. Hot Box Chapter 6, 2 Important Words


    Date: 8/12/2015, Categories: Fiction, Male/Female, Romance, Author: 1MTNMN45, Rating: 79.2, Source: sexstories.com

    even those looks seemed to be short lived due to the fact that we both looked like we had just crawled out of a ditch. Actually, we had just done that very thing. A single night’s stay in the hotel we had stayed at on the way in would virtually conclude our business here. There was only one small little task to take care of before we left. With our packs in the hotel room and camera in hand, it took us only a few minutes to find the vehicle for my free pass through customs. His name was Miguel and he was playing in the dirt on a sunny street corner next to a vacant lot. Producing the sock with the silver balls in it and the one big ruby I told him I would pay him 5 US dollars if he would let me take his picture while he played with my marbles. It was the easiest sell I have ever made. As I paid the little boy the five dollars and handed him the bag, Mandy snapped the picture. In the photo you couldn’t tell which way the bag was going so it looked like I had just purchased them. As the little guy rolled the silver balls around in the dirt and held the big ruby in his fingers like he was going to shoot, I took several more pictures. This was going to seal the deal for my small bag of treasure. Just before we left I gave him a pat on the head and slipped him an extra 5. The grin on his face said it all. I had everything I needed and he had more money than he probably ever had in his whole life. “Let’s go home.” I said to Mandy as I took her hand in mine. We still had just one ...
    more obstacle to get over…customs. Fortunately the airports in Mexico don’t have the greatest security, especially from the little bitty air strip we took off from the following day to fly to Mexico City. Once there we were already in the system so the trivial amount of security was not even the slightest issue. It was, however, fun for me to watch Mandy try and navigate her way through the airport with that huge emerald and diamond up inside her. No one else might have been able to tell but I certainly could. She walked with her knees close together while taking short but numerous steps. She would be sure to give us away once we got to America. About halfway to the gate I stopped her and led her in to the duty free shop. “We’ve got to do something about your walk,” I said as I looked through the few racks of women’s clothes. “You’ll never make it walking like that.” “That’s easy for you to say,” she whispered back to me while pinching my arm, “You don’t have five pounds of rocks stuck up your cunt!” “What size pants do you wear?” I asked as I came across a few pairs of jeans decorated with rhinestones. “I wear a size 6.” “Perfect,” I said as I pulled out a pair of white bell bottomed corduroys in size 4 and a green and red flowered button down shirt that was probably one size too small. “Go and put these on and I will meet you at the cashier.” The transformation only took about 3 or 4 minutes, but the result was extremely profound. Mandy had managed to get the pants on as well ...
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