” I heard my husband calling from the dining room, where I had spread out the books I needed to write my term paper on the table, next to my laptop.... “Sure honey,” I called back. I finished hanging the shirt I’d just ironed, and switched the iron off at the wall. Unsuspecting, I wandered through to the dining room. “What’s up?” Dave was sitting in front of my laptop. He looked around, his face serious – not a usual look for him, he’s quite the joker. “Did you get much done on your paper. Ssiii….. wo boli tum kya kar rahe ho mai bolamaine apko dad ke sath kai bar sex ka maza lete hue dekha hai aurphir unka ek haath sarakta hua mere lund par chala gaya.aur hathme lekar sahlane lagi aur boli tum mere boobs ko chuste raho maibhi chusta phir kabh jibh pherta, ab jibh pherte pherte nabhi takaa gaya Mere bhi lund mein sansani hone lagi, mom lund ko apnehathoon mein lekar sahlane lagi. Dekhte-hi-dekhte lund musal kitarah khara ho gaya. Hai kitna shandar lund hai….. main to bas islund. Perhaps it’s to do with me being half Italian. We latin girls know what men are like and we wouldn’t wish it any other way. Least if we’re pretty we wouldn’t. We relish the attention. Well I do anyway! I know perfectly well what a serious distraction I am to my male colleagues and I play up to it quite shamelessly. The way I put myself together for the office is calculated to draw the male gaze. I take plenty of time over it, much to my boyfriend’s amusement. He knows the reason why and it. Tony knew he had a lot to learn before he could actively start managing his own money and investments. He also realized he would probably have to do the same for Tina, probably forever. Tina was just like that. The things that interested her she threw herself into without reservation. She was, for instance, nothing short of a musical prodigy. Things that didn't interest her, however, she simply chose to ignore. She simply ignored money. She had no interest in Kalliste at all until she started.