She wanted him and she didn't... Oh God! ... what was she going to do. She was a frigid, uptight bitch and she knew it.I knew from experience though t...at once I could crack the ice I'd have one hell of a tigress on my hands. I sensed her desire for blood and I had it. I would tear her apart, the cunt, once inside of her, if only I could get near enough to kindle the flame. Damn it, I was so frustrated I wanted to tear off her bikini right at the poolside, fuck everyone around. I wanted my cock. They had told her about skinny-dipping, panty raids, and getting fucked by the boys. Well none of it ever happened. The closest she got to any of that was when one girl lost her top in the lake and another girl said that she had been kissed. The counselors had kept a very close eye on the boys and made sure that there was not a repeat of the year before. Apparently all the stories that Cynthia had heard were true but not this year. Damn!When Cynthia had enough she begged me to fuck her and to. Now that it had been arranged for her to serve in one of the most respectable households of Rome, she wasn’t truly willing to keep back her tongue either.?Cara, ragazza? was that a decent question to ask, hm??? Her heart tightened, she couldn’t help the sudden flash of anguish his gentle scolding aroused in her. He was standing right behind her. Although she was taller than most other women, he still towered over her by almost two hands’ breadth. She felt the touch of his cool right hand on her. ” “Why not,” Paul responded, “Why the hell not?” “Follow me,” the bartender said, nodding and walked to the end of the bar, waiting for him. Paul stood up, took a big gulp of his beer, finished it, then putting the empty mug down, walked past the four bikers. One of the men glanced at Paul, shook his head and snickered, then looked back at his friends, shaking his head. The bartender led him down a long narrow hall, past two bathrooms, one marked “Studs” the other marked, “Sluts.” My.