Sylvia, let me ask you this question?" "Anything, Joe..." "Do you want this old man to piss on you too? Pull out his old man cock and piss on you?" I ...as stunned to hear Joe talk this way, but it didn't take me any time to formulate my answer. "Joe, you can have me any way you want. Out in front of everyone, or just the two of us. Fuck me, Joe, anything. Put your big fat Italian penis in my face, Nonno. I will drink the piss right out of you, every drop, every fucking drop like you were that. My Father was one of those who benefited financially, but kept under the radar screen. He was a very domineering man. One who knew what he wanted, and how to get it. He also crushed anyone foolish enough to stand in his way. By the time I was born he was a billionaire. My Mother, on the other hand, was a typical, rich man’s trophy wife. Where he was totally domineering, she was naturally submissive. Blonde and beautiful with big tits and a shapely ass. What we commonly call a ?dumb. And then days went just like that by staring her daily morning.One day I got a met her husband and he said hi to me and we both had a normal chat about our works as we both work in same field.And then I came to know by him that her wife is from tirunelveli which is my native too.And he also invited me to his home but I denied it were gently and was in no mood to go there.The next day while heading to office I saw my heroin she smiled and said hi to me for which I too responded and said hi to. "It is inconceivable," Jenny Carruthers said portentously, "that Winona Churchill should ever set a good example to others unless her bad behaviour is firmly addressed."Winona had dreaded this for so long. It had been several weeks now since her last public chastisement at assembly in front of the entire school. And it was so unfair! She'd been late for school on the Wednesday as a result of a caning on the Tuesday. She'd got little sleep as a result of the stinging pain across her buttocks.