”With the matter settled, Hughes and Eliot left the office, Otto made a beeline to Olivia’s trattoria, and I opened a bottle of sherry. While I sa... there, quietly sipping my Amontillado, my mind wandered back to Firenze, and the heated time spent at Claudia’s villa.August 20th-26th 1822. Villa di Garibaldi, near Firenze.From the tongue entwined kissing on the terrace of Claudia’s villa we had quickly moved to her bedroom, and just as swiftly shed our garments. Flinging them off willy-nilly, we. I mentally counted to five so as not to appear to eager then I said yes.He picked me up the following night after I spent two hours getting ready. God what was I going to wear? I wanted something sexy but not sluttish, a very thin line. In the end I chose a short black shirt under a white blouse and sexy bra. I left one more button undone that was normal just to add a bit of spice. After a nice meal and a dance in a club he took me home, this time he parked around the corner from my house and. He moaned into her cunt. His tongue dove deeply into her. His tongue fucking was firm and confident. When he looked up his face was soaked with her juices. Joan reached over her head and clutched the bed sheets. She clamped her legs around his neck and pulled him closer to her. She cried out as his tongue swept over her and into her. Joan groaned as her first orgasm ripped through her - a fast hard jolt of staggering sexual pleasure. She shuddered and a glassy look came over her eyes. Tony. It won’tmatter. Instead, I’m going to use your sorry ass. Makeyou my bitch. See, I’m a changed girl, different thanyou remember.” That was the understatement of the century. I had noidea what she intended to do to me, but I realized inmy debilitated condition, there was no way I was goingto stop her. “Now my little pussy, we can make this relatively easyor we can make it hard. Very hard. You decide. You canget on your knees right now, or I can beat the shit outof.