Eight hot, fuckable, sex-fiend studs in my house, all claiming to want to bend over for me on a regular basis. Even my wet dreams weren't that good. I...still wasn't sure this was my life and not some fever dream, but I was doing my best to enjoy every minute of it.The best part was that I was getting exactly what I wanted. Varity. Yes, it was all sex, but I wasn't getting bored.Juan was sweet, romantic, perfect when I just wanted a simple fuck. Yann was cross-dressing more often, but somehow. It was the last twin seat on the right side of the bus. I placed my briefcase on the luggage counter and sat in the window seat. The bus was full except for my adjoining seat. I thought I was lucky to get an empty seat next to me so that I could sleep peacefully during the journey.I turned to my left and saw a lady who was in her mid-thirties on the left side of the bus in the same row. The lady was wearing a blue saree and looked like a traditional Mangalore lady and next to her was an old man. All our guests should be treated the same, don’t you think?”“Of course. Everyone is equal. No one is more important than another,” Matteo said.“I have just the thing,” he said. “Wait here.”Where was I going to go. I was on my knees, naked, my hands confined behind my back. I’m not even sure I could get to my feet without falling down.“I’ve always admired this tie of Pietro’s. Very elegant. To honor our important guests, Maria should put it on, since her husband isn’t here to wear it.” It was a. The other boy had been making considerable headway with Janey at school, actually going through the motions of courting and wooing her. I had heard his name mentioned in reverent tones at the dinner table, and a telephone call from him was a reason for excited tittering between the mother and daughter. His apparent progress with the beautiful girl had infuriated Steven, prompting him to set up the birthday party scam for Janey.When pressed by the professionals at the FBI, Steven cracked like a.