I got my way. I gave just one push – it was there! I stopped to kiss and suck her lips and nipples. She said, ‘please, move your dick’, slow but...deep and she was doing the same matching a rhythm with my thrush. I increased my digging. She cried, ‘more, more’. I said, ‘Ok, you get it’.I placed a pillow under her bum, raised her legs on my shoulders and made her vagina more close to my cock. Now my cock was stabbing really deep. She was clutching my back tight, and holding her breath, she was. ..well maybe a little, but just soft porn." Poor Mike just kept on digging himself a deeper hole. By this time another frat brother, whose name was Giovanni, but whom everyone called Jack had entered the room. Jack started in on (with what the guys later told me is one of his routine speeches) about how "you Americans are so uptight about sex -- in Italy we enjoy sex as a natural beautiful thing. We don't understand why you Americans are so sex obsessed and so repressed at the same time."So. You can make a good living working for them.” “Well, that’s it, Denise, feel how smooth.” Bill watched as Denise reached between her legs and felt of her shaved area. “Very nice, Bill. Thankyou.” Janna wanted to reach out and touch the woman’s pussy, but thought better of it. Denise stood, Bill handed her a robe and she put it on then went into the studio for her test. “She’s going to really be used, you know.” “Why do you say that?” “The brothers know she needs the work and they won’t pay. But yeah, smack that shit down with no hesitation.” Another long inhale of her cigarette before continuing.“Now, unless I’ve taught you The Thing already, I’m afraid it’s going to be worse for you. They just thought I was a whore, but to them, you’re Little Maria! You’re the baby girl they remember toddling around the castle; the one who came up to them and sat on their knees. The one whose Great-Grandpapa would give her piggy-back rides in the garden.” She sniffed a little. “Who looked so cute.