La Mana's Spanish Mama, a picture of composure in her elegant kitchen, can't shake the heat building within. She's been good, too good. She needs release. She starts with her breasts, squeezing them, pinching her nipples through her silk blouse. Her skirt hikes up as she leans against the counter, revealing her lace panties, already damp. She slips a hand inside, stroking her clit, gasping at the sensation. Her eyes flutter closed, lost in her fantasy, unaware of the eyes on her, hungry, intense. She's close, so close, when a voice breaks her trance, "Mama, what are you doing?"