The powerful have an air about them. They go for what they want. They know that not all of the rules apply to them. There is a certain fearlessness ab...ut them, like they can't be hurt. You have that air too." He reached out and cupped her face again. She leaned in close as he explored her. "You've never been hurt, have you?" Hurt?" she asked. She reflected on the word. She knew what it meant in theory, but it was just something that happened to other people. A thirty-year old memory bubbled up;. "Give me a kiss, baby, please let me kiss you" I hoped the "please" would make him feel that I really did need to feel that at this moment. His tongue snaked around my mouth following the path his finger made, saliva off his tongue drizzled across my opened mouth. "Don't kiss back kitten, don't you dare kiss me back" his voice deep and seductive. It was almost impossible to just be kissed and not kiss him back, but I opened my mouth and waited for him. A warm, wet trail of his spit dripped. " Grazie, Signore Capitano," she said shyly."It's Trevor ... Trevor Stainsbury. And you are... ?" Signora Magdalena Sachetti." Magdalena ... it's a very beautiful name." Grazie," she said, casting her eyes downward."I would like to purchase four loaves of your bread, please."She looked at me, surprised. "Si ... of course. Thank you Capitano."She passed me the four loaves and I paid her in American scrip. She would be able to get more value for it than any amount of Italian lire. The look on her. She climbed off me, my cock still rock hard, as she swung my legs on to the floor. Zoe knelt between my knees, then slipping two fingers in the waist band of my pantyhose she slowly began pulling them down. My legs felt hot from their nylon encasement as she pulled them over my cock, half freeing it. She slid the nylon down each leg, making sure she didn’t tear the fine material. Then she hooked the waistband of my panties over my cock, keeping my balls still encased in the silky material, for.