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outcome. The reason had to be the amount of alcohol in Gen's system and the multiple orgasms she gave her.
    The car came to a stop, and with one last loud kiss on her cheek, Gen opened the door and grabbed Deborah's hand, not bothering to wait for Gilberto to do the honors.
    The tall, dark-skinned, bearded man walked swiftly ahead and opened the mansion's front door for the two women, where they were met by their housekeeper, Gilberto's older sister, Teresa.
    “Good evening, Mrs. and Mrs. Murnay. The opera was to your liking?” the short gray-haired woman asked in stilted English as she folded her hands in front of her stomach.
    “ La Traviata was done amazingly, as usual,” Gen stated.
    Before Deborah could reply, Gen tugged her up the stairs. “You're relieved of your duties,” she said to Teresa. “Deborah and I have more celebrating to do for our anniversary.” Gen rushed up the stairs with Deborah stumbling after her.
    Why is she in such a rush? Deborah could barely keep up with her wife, who dashed down the hall in sandals that would've made Deborah twist her ankle if she wore them while sprinting.
    “You're still horny?” Deborah asked in a winded voice. Gen's only response was to glance over her shoulder and wink.
    Deborah did want to make love to Gen, but hoped it would be sweeter and tender, although from the ways Gen had been intimate with her during the night, that probably wouldn't happen. Deborah would hate to fake it, but since she could barely keep her eyes open and all she wanted to do was go to sleep, she'd do her best to give Gen her climax as quickly as she could.
    When she entered their bedroom suite, Gen slammed the door shut and backed Deborah against it, pressing her mouth to hers and mimicking with her tongue what she'd surely do to her elsewhere in a few minutes. Deborah moaned loudly, and Gen reached under her top, squeezing and twisting her nipples back into tight little buds.
    “Do you want me?” Gen asked as her mouth drifted down and nibbled on the side of Deborah's neck. Deborah tilted her head, giving Gen the access she wanted. The way Gen tugged on her skin with her teeth would leave a noticeable bruise there by tomorrow.
    “Y-yes. I always want you,” Deborah whispered and closed her eyes as Gen's hand slipped into the waistband of her skirt and rubbed her stomach where her chain hung.
    “I have a special surprise for you. Get undressed and lie down on the bed,” Gen instructed and released her.
    Deborah walked over to the bed and took off her top and unzipped her skirt. Her clothes fell into a puddle at her feet. As Gen toed off her sandals, she went into the walk-in closet. Deborah glanced over at the dresser where Gen's gift still lay and she went over to pick it up. She turned around when Gen came back into the room, wearing nothing and holding only a flat slim white box.
    “Look at you, with your tits and ass on display for me.” Gen licked her lips, tapping the box over her palm. “Get on the bed.”
    Deborah's stomach clenched and her thighs quivered from the way Gen's nostrils flared, her face lustful. Deborah nodded, and held out the present toward her wife.
    “I forgot to give you your gift before we left for the opera tonight. Do you want to open it before we go further? I'd love for you wear it as you loved seeing me wear your gift.”
    A frown marred Gen's face and when she took a step toward her. Deborah quickly sat down on the edge of the bed. Gen came over to stand in between her legs. She smiled softly, took her present, and put it on the bed, along with the box Deborah was curious about. Tears came to Deborah's eyes as Gen smiled down at her with such love in her own.
    “I do love you so very much,” Deborah said, breaking the silence.
    When Gen cupped her face and kissed her, Deborah sighed and fell back on the bed. Gen climbed in between her thighs and rubbed her perfectly trimmed mound over Deborah's own waxed damp one.
    Deborah's mouth fell open