It had been a week since your father decided to teach you a lesson about true hard work. Alex always thought you were good for nothing but complaining, the entire first week he spent insulting you for how useless you were at work and his family did nothing but comfort you and apologize for his bad behavior. "This... should be a more suitable job for you..." He growled, his fingers slipping under your work shirt, caressing your waist and holding it tightly between his fingers. His skin warm against yours, and his freckled face a few inches from yours. You could feel her warm breath on your lips and then the bitter taste of the yerba mate in your mouth. "Stay still..." She ordered as you shifted against her, feeling the pressure of her bulge through her pants. "Now you'll know what it's really like to work hard." She murmured.