The Escort Man's

ILL

"Oweeek!"

Oscar, who had just slept for a while, immediately woke up when he heard Peter's cry from inside the room.

"Oweek!" Peter's cry was getting louder. Oscar finally got up and sat down, staring at Rivera's door.

"Oweek! Oweek!"

Oscar frowned and the man finally walked up to Rivera's door, then knocked slowly.

"River!" Call Oscar while knocking.

There was no answer and Peter's cries could still be heard from inside the room.

"River!" Call Oscar again and knock harder. But even the door opened Jesslyn's room next to Rivera's room.

"Peter why?" Jesslyn asked who looked sleepy.

"I don't know either. Rivera didn't answer" Oscar said, knocking on the door.

"Rivera"

"Miss Rivera!" Jesslyn called as she opened Rivera's canal door.

"Jess-" Sizzle Oscar for Jesslyn's sassy act. But then Oscar did not rebuke the princess when the man saw Rivera lying on the bed shivering.

"Miss Rivera!" Jesslyn hurriedly approached Rivera and examined the woman.

Meanwhile Oscar immediately picked up and held Peter who was still crying.

"You have a fever" Jesslyn murmured after putting the back of her hand on Rivera's forehead.

"Make milk for Peter first" Rivera said softly to Jesslyn.

"Osh"

"I can't make milk while holding, '" Oscar replied quickly and reasoned.

"Ck!" Jesslyn immediately clucked and the girl finally took Peter from Oscar's sling.

"You take care of Miss Rivera!" Tell Jesslyn to Oscar before the girl passes and gets out of the room.

Oscar sighed, then walked over to Rivera who was still shivering. Oscar took a glass of water, then helped Rivera to drink.

"You've eaten?" Ask Oscar softly.

For almost three weeks, Oscar began selling his food truck in the town square from afternoon to evening. Sometimes Oscar does come home late and Rivera and Peter have fallen asleep every time Oscar comes home.

"Yes" Rivera replied softly.

"There's a heat-lowering drug in the medicine box?" Ask Oscar again, confirming Rivera's blanket. Oscar then found a medicine box, and took warm water to compress Rivera. While from outside the room, Peter's cry was no longer heard. It seems Jesslyn has managed to calm the baby.

"You really did eat, right?" Tanha Oscar once again before giving Rivera the cure.

"Yes, I've." Rivera answered seriously.

Oscar finally gave the drug to Rivera, then began compressing Mom from Peter.

"Osh!" Call Jess from the doorway while Oscar's still compressing Rivera.

"What?" Tanya OS turned to Jesslyn.

"I'll take Peter to bed in my room! You take care of Miss Rivera and don't leave her!" Jesslyn's message is sober.

"Yes!" Oscar replied as he continued compressing Rivera. Jesslyn came out of Rivera's room and closed the door.

"Do you need anything?" Ask Oscar for talking.

"Yes" Rivera looked doubtful, before she peeked into the blanket.

What's the matter?

Rivera's not wearing a shirt?

"Can you get me a shirt in the closet?" Pinta Rivera grimaced a little at Oscar.

"You don't wear clothes indeed" Oscar silenced his own mouth in a presumptuous manner of questioning

"Sorry!" Oscar is wrong now.

"I'm wearing clothes. It's just that, my shirt was a little wet on the chest," Rivera replied at last which immediately made Oscar round his lips.

"Yes! I fell asleep, then when I woke up it was very painful" Rivera told while receiving a shirt proffered by Oscar.

"I'll go out so you can change clothes, then later I'll go in again and continue compressing so that your fever will drop immediately" said Oscar again who returned misbehaved.

"Yes!" Rivera answered briefly. The woman was about to wake up but seemed troubled, so Oscar helped Rivera wake up first before continuing to come out.

Oscar still had a glimpse, a loose T-shirt worn by Rivera that was wet on the chest and showed Rivera's chest that was so round tantalizing.

Holy hooch!

Oscar just found out that mothers breastfeed their breasts can look more challenging than women who do not breastfeed.

"Damn!" Oscar did not stop cursing as the man's mind continued to imagine how tempting Rivera's chest was. Oscar was still standing in front of Rivera's room while wiping his possessions that began to feel claustrophobic in his pants.

Ouh, what a jerk!

How does Oscar have to vent it now?

"Oscar, what are you doing here?" Jesslyn's successful rebuke makes Oscar jump.

Goddamnit!

"Why surprise me?" Omel Oscar to Jesslyn.

"What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to look after Miss Rivera?" Jesslyn repeated her question while glancing at Oscar.

You miss the commanding officer!

"Rivera is changing clothes inside! I can't peek!" Oscar replied, clucking over and over again.

"You alone, why did you leave the room? Where's peter?" Oscar asked Jesslyn.

"Peter is asleep and I'm thirsty. So I'm taking a drink!" Jesslyn replied, showing a glass in her hand.

"Jaga Peter's there again! Don't wander!" Oscar orders while ruffled waist on Jesslyn.

"Who's also in a daze," decamped Jesslyn as she passed from the face of the Oscars. The girl went straight back into her room, leaving Oscar behind, who had rubbed his little compromising possessions.

"Ck! Can you not cause trouble tonight?" Oscar grumbled at his own as Rivera called from the room.

"Oscars!"

"Yes! I'm coming!" Answer Oscar who went straight into the room quickly. Rivera had finished changing clothes and the woman was still sitting on the bed.

"What's wrong? You need anything?" Oscar asked him to help Rivera lie down, but Rivera refused.

"Please get me my gear." Rivera took his chin to his ASI pump equipment on the table.

"Then you can rest, Osh! You must be tired after serving a lot of customers this afternoon," continued Rivera again attention.

"Are you any better?" Ask Oscar still worried.

"Yes! I've been feeling better" Rivera replied quickly.

Oscar then placed the back of his hand on Rivera's forehead to be sure.

"It's still a little feverish" murmured Oscar.

"I'm fine" Rivera assured Oscar.

"How about I just sit down and rest on the couch there? So that if you need anything later you can call me easily?" Oscar proposes pointing to the sofa in Rivera's room.

"I really don't want to bother" Rivera said, feeling unwell.

"Absolutely not a hassle" Oscar said solemnly. The man ended up sitting on the sofa inside Rivera's room and slightly secured his position. Oscar instantly closed both eyes, although occasionally the man would peek at Rivera who was busy pumping ASI.

Oscar was curious, what if he sucks, his ASI will also come out?

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