..they're yours to please yourself in case the Mistress gets grouchy. Young, nubile ones just eager to pleased.." Pushing his son towards the bed, the...master stood at the door. "Go on, I know you always had a little something for her. Might as well do it now before your mom comes and forces you to marry a high-strung gal."Nervous, the son unbuckled his trousers and pressed himself against Stella; being a virgin himself he was somewhat shy and naive about fucking. The father shook his head as he. WE didn't know what to do but we knew we had to sign it. He had thought this through and knew just what to do. We sign he took the paper and put it in his safe he brought us another drank which help loosen me up after we had finish our drank he said stand up and strip I almost couldn't believe what he had said I look at my husband he had already taking his shirt off I slowly did the same was was down to my bra and panties husband still had his boxer on our boss snap all of them and from now if. All was fine the first week and I kept out of the way whilst the workmen stripped the walls and cleared away the dusty dirty mess, leaving one half of the building just a bare brick shell. Then though he, that evil man, began to leer at me, in a lewd way, sometimes licking his lips, smirking. Sometimes I felt nervous and had palpitations or butterflies in my stomach — especially when he came up quietly behind me in the small kitchen we had to share. When he went away I would hear him making fun. I strolled down Rua Vinícius de Morais, stopping to have drink at the bar where the street's namesake had written the lyrics to the song that had tugged at the heartstrings of every lovesick young man in my high school. I know there were other versions, but the only one I ever listened to was by Stan Getz and Astrid Gilberto. Who could resist that softly accented voice that sounded like it might belong to the very girl about whom the song was written?I doubt if the Garota de Ipanema is.