They joined me. I said, "This is my son, Charlie, and his wife, Andy. They pilot one of our big planes among other duties." They nodded politely to th... Italians while their arms were around each other's waist."We would prefer to be friends but our ladies will be respected." They nodded. They quickly went around to the folks gathered explaining something. I noticed that the looks faded.We sat down and talked some more about our communities. I let Poppa take the lead in these discussions now. While it wasn'tas restful as a break in the employees hut, it was nonetheless a nicerest from standing.As she sat, Holly watched the customers. She saw one woman walking -awkwardly - back to her group at a table. She was in her mid-thirties,and from her appearance, was a fitness freak. The woman seemed veryuncomfortable, even restless, and while the other women were mostlylaughing and having a good time, she looked unhappy. A dour pout seemedpermanently fixed on her features, and her arms. With that said, I have needs that you can't fufill for me." I am now a bit confused. "What are you saying, darling?" I ask. Before she can answer me, we hear a sound coming from the living room. "Some one has entered our place" I think to myself, and before. anyone of us can say anything, our bedroom door opens, It is none other than Shane Diesel, who just walked in as if he owns the place. As Gina is still holding on me to me, he grabs her and yanks her away from me in a very aggressive. She pulled her lace top stockings on and a white thong, she put her white bodice on and tied it tightly over her bulging tits, and on her feet her high heel black shoes.She painted her face like a whore, with bright makeup and even brighter red lipstick to finish off with.She then went to the wardrobe and took out her handcuffs, which she attached to the bed and for special occasions such as this she pulled out her 9” strap on, lubed it up and placed it under the pillow.That bastard Chris.