And then the door-bell rang.Fuck! Who could that be? It was fucking nine or ten or something in the evening. And it was pissing down outside as well. ...erhaps it was one of the guys from the office coming round for a pint in the Fisherman's Retreat. If it was, why hadn't he phoned Tony to warn him in advance?The door-bell rang again, more insistently."Coming!" Tony called out, tucking his penis back into his trousers and buttoning up his flies.He glanced at the screen where the unfinished 'Women. We were in the living room and I decided, this is the right time to make the move. I asked her for a kiss and she readily agreed. We were kissing passionately for few minutes. In the meantime, while kissing, my hands were slowly encircling her breasts above her saree. She was not objecting to it and co-operating fully. I said – Let’s move to the bedroom and she readily agreed. She had got charged up. I was wearing a T-shirt and jeans and she was in her saree till that time.Now, we were in the. "But, but," she stuttered, sitting up. "I wanted her to get me the matching bra, but she said my titties weren’t big enough."As he watched, she untied, and opened her shirt."Do you think my boobs are big enough for a bra?" she asked, cupping a budding bosom in each hand.He pinched his lip, and furrowed his brow, as if closely studying her perky little breasts.Finally he said, "You could probably use a bra, but no use spending a lot of money on one that's only going to fit for a couple of. I know what he’s like, got a good feel for him. He fucked my wife. Trust me, I know how his mind works. He has to be in charge and in control at all times. Period. And his code of honor is far more important to him than any that Marsellus had in that film, either. No disrespect to Ving Rhames and the Marsellus character, of course. They’re just two very different men, and unlike Marsellus, Gianni is a real, live, flesh and blood human being, not a movie character,” David shuddered at the.