Luis thought for a moment, then said softly, "If you want to sell it, go ahead and sell it. But you don't need to give me the money."
As he spoke, Luis reached out and pulled the thin strap of Blanche's camisole down over her shoulder. Despite her embarrassed resistance, he exposed her breasts, which were only slightly smaller than her daughter's.
Her firm, elastic D-cup beauties bounced free. She wasn't wearing a bra at home either, which was already a sign of her psychological preparation.
Luis grabbed her breast with his other hand, kneading it as he said excitedly, "Keep that money. I'll add some more and buy a storefront outside the community."
"That way, it'll be more cost-effective. You can collect steady rent. We'll put it in Avery's name, and that way you'll both have security."
He'd proven with Yana and her daughter that combining emotional and financial security was an invincible weapon that could make any woman submit.
