He was a successful business man, as it is described in that part of the world, though the Italian government saw no tax returns or any other records ...rom his business. He would perhaps have described his own work as buying and selling this and that. Mostly he sold what he called entertainment related products; drugs, protection, influence, and so forth. Among other things he occasionally sold unwanted female employees.The head of the department of the company for which he worked, suggested. She walked around the bed, making an obvious appraisal of my young body, and seemed to like what she saw.I couldn’t help but watch her hips sway preditoraly as she walked around her bed and laid down on top of the covers. Her tan lines split the difference between the skin she showed the world at the pool and the creamy, naughty bits of flesh reserved just for my eyes. I couldn’t get enough of her supple body.A crook of her finger was all that was required for the older girl to get me to come. In no time he was slamming his massive rod into me like a jackhammer. My oily tits were bouncing around like crazy, and he grabbed them with both hands, continuing to massage them and pinch my nipples, as he mercilessly pounded my pussy. With the base of his penis rubbing against my clit, his balls slapping my ass with every stroke, and his oily hands squeezing my boobs and nipples, I launched into another earth-shattering climax. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him in tight and. Oh, where’s Vicky?” Mike smiled and said, “In the ladies’ room, she’ll be back to the table in a minute.” I said, “Okay, see y’all soon then.” I left the bathroom, really did go get a pitcher of Coke, and made it back to the table before Mike and Vicky got back to the table. I poured us all Cokes, noting a large wet area on Vicky’s blouse. As she sipped her Coke, she “accidentally” spilled it all over her blouse, obliterating the spots where sperm had so recently and prettily been. “OH FUCK”,.