That's when he whispered "Passare la Notte" and led me upstairs. I did not need a translator. As we headed upstairs, I caught my big sister giving me ... thumbs up. Given all the time it took me to get dressed, it seemed a shame I was out of my clothes in less than a minute. Once the door closed we were all over each other. D just looked at me, telling me just how perfect and sexy I was. We kissed naked, I reached down to caress his cock, he sat on the bed, I jumped into his lap grinding his. It was one of the first spots I'd found in my searching where I was actually comfortable going inside. I'd spent less than ten minutes in the Clit Club before making a run for it. I hadn't even gone inside Meow Mix, surrounded as it was by pretty college girls dressed like they could have been going to any club in Manhattan, travelling in packs, playing at bisexuality for the shock value, always touching each other like someone might mistake them for a closet homophobe if they broke contact for. She closes her eyes and moans long and low into the silk, knowing there is nothing she can do.“Do you want an end to this?” he whispers down to her. She nods vigorously and tries to say please.“Have you learned a lesson today?” She nods again, thinking she would agree to anything to make this stop. She will probably go mad if this continues much longer.His hands grab her hips and he starts to thrust faster, picking up the pace with each motion. Each stroke, getting deeper as her breathing gets. Julie had to catch her breath before picking up the phone. * * * * * The week went quickly by. Again, she was inundated with work as she prepared for her trip and got situated in her new job simultaneously. So again there was a reason–excuse, really–to keep Gary at bay during the week. On Wednesday, Julie finally got up the nerve to send Greg an email to let him know she would be there next week. Of course, Greg already knew. But this was his personal email account, therefore, in Julie’s mind,.