Then she opened the file of her birth certificate. According to thisher father was Italian. His name was Flavio Donatello Vero. Her motherwas English....Her maiden name was Eva Rowena Blythe.If "Vero" was an Italian name, Mandy considered, it meant somethinglike "true" or "truly". Of course! It could mean "real". Now that herIdeal had become real, that was the appropriate name. This wasbeginning to seem a bigger mystery than she had realised.The e-mail mentioned a will, and property. A vague. After a bit, the manager came in and introduced himself as Clyde.Really? Clyde? I decided he looked like a Clyde. Short, prematurelybalding with a bit of a belly."So you want a job, do you? Any experience?" Oh, yes," I lied, "tons. But never with a good manager. I can tellthat you'd be a good manager." Really? How can tell that?" Your eyes," I answered, "your eyes tell me that you're caring andthoughtful and know how to lead." Without realizing it I had put myhand on his and leaned into his. "Donte, I can't... ohhh, fuckkkkkkk!" moaned Fahima as she felt the tip of Donte's finger slide along her labia."You can't do this, is that what you wanted to say, my hijabi whore? If you don't want this, then explain it to me why your cunt is so wet," he said laughing as he slowly pushed one finger inside her as deep as it would go.Fahima couldn't help herself and gave a large squeal. "OH, ALLAHHH!!" she cried, feeling Donte pump his finger in and out slowly.Soon Donte's middle finger joined. The two men start to pound my pussy and ass, relentlessly. The man near my head turns so he can straddle my pillow and push his cock back into my mouth. I gag slightly, but he just pushes deeper, forcing me to take the entire thing. His hips start to rock, sliding in and out of my willing mouth. I know it won’t take much now, before my body just can’t take any more. The pleasure is overwhelming, and my whole body starts to convulse around the cocks. I can feel the moisture flooding over me,.