Lusty stares. What would they think, Iwondered, if they saw what was in my pretty panties?Maybe they would like it.We had a lovely dinner and I told G...anfranco all aboutmy life. He seemed to know a lot already, whichsurprised and puzzled me. How did he do that? He toldme that he had been at the spa since it opened andenjoyed the work very much. The ladies were charming,but none so charming as I? Was he trying to get intomy panties? He was welcome to do so.When we arrived back at my villa, I. Why did I ever agree to do this? Is it too late to back out? It is. I just know it's going to end badly. How did I ever get in this mess in the first place?Glory thought back to what led her to her current situation, with Alan scheduled to come and pick her up for the Thanksgiving meal at any moment. It had all started the evening before.Glory was vacuuming her bedroom when she heard the doorbell ring. She didn't have any friends who just stopped by without calling first, at least not since. Grinning broadly, Rosalind made a sarcastic wisecrack, “Is that what you Yanks are about? You get a woman into bed and turn on the telly?” snatching a banana from the room service ray, I held it like a pistol and faked a James Cagney voice and said, “Listen Sweetheart, I’ve a banana here see? And I’m not afraid to use it!” “Use it how?” Rosalind teased. “I’ll show you how” I replied poking her upper body with the fruit. Soon though I was poking her lower body with it too and kissing her. Do YOU want a divorce? No. I dont want a divorce, but I want you to stop fucking other guys. Ill stop fucking other guys when you give up all your fucking business trips. When youre here you can fuck me any time that you like, any way that you like, anywhere that you like. Ive never once denied you a fuck, no matter how outrageous. And you have loved every fuck that weve had, havent you? Yes, I love you fucking me. I miss it so much when youre away all the time, that I have to find substitute.