“My mom is out of town and I was going to cook some Chinese vegetables. You’re welcome to join me,” Rupa smiled. Rupa and I walked into her hous... and she turned on the television. After dinner, we played some checkers. I won the first game and let Rupa win the next one. During our third game, I thought it was time get more familiar with Rupa.“Rupa, do you have a boyfriend,” I asked.“No, we broke up last year” Rupa answered. “How about you?”“I’m not involved with anyone now.” I moved my chair. (We had baths every Wednesday and Sunday, It was Tuesday)I was horrified. Pietro fucked me already but I didnt feel it really as i was d**gged. Pietro-s voice dragged me out of my thoughts.- This Vito. He is a pig. Sadist. A guy he was fucking last year got mad and killed himself. He was humiliating him. I dont want to tell you all the story but it was ugly( later Pietro told me that Vito was filming all the humiliations with this poor guy - like fucking him with a stick or making him drink his. She was kind of amazed that she could even walk straight, to be honest, considering the scrumptious battering her horny little pussy had taken all night long.Jack said the conditioning would have physical changes, Emily mused. As she tenderly soaped her pretty tits, she knew that was certainly true. Yet again, it seemed to Emily that her breasts had grown even bigger while she was sleeping, although not by as much as before ... but she knew that she had a firm, spectacular rack, and it was. . My wife had a short thing," he said quietly."I see. Just the once?" No, I'm afraid there were three or four times. But none for awhile now," he said.As we spoke, I noticed that Roberta didn't say anything. She just sat there with her mouth shut and a cool, aloof air about her. It was evident that it was not her idea that they had come seeking my help."Well the good news is that I do not think that this marriage has gone so far astray that it can't be saved. But I am going to need to know more.