I already talked with Tatyana and Karin.”“Will we see Pia and Marta, too?”“Yes.”“Cool! And everyone is going?”“Yes. The whole family!�...�January 18, 1995, Chicago, Illinois“Hi, Melissa!” I said, sitting down at the table at Ruth’s Chris where she was waiting.“Hi, Steve. How are things?”“Busy, as always. How are things at M&M?”“A bit rocky. Dario seems to be taking cues from Dante.”“I thought Dante was on his yacht or sailboat or whatever in Polynesia.”“He’s shacked up in Tahiti at the moment,. I was raised in a culture where the men are always in charge in family situations, and my father is also a dominant man. We were fortunate enough to have servants in our home when I was growing up, and it came natural to me to direct the servants in completing their tasks as I desired. It wasn’t a matter of being harsh to them, but was instead just a quiet resolve to make sure that they did as they were instructed. As I became an adult, I found that I could direct the female servants, some of. He put his fingers in my mouth to lick off the chocolate and then stuck his fingers into my pussy with the massager. He smiled slightly and licked my breast to remove the chocolate.He licked slowly around my breast placing his mouth around my nipple and pulling slightly with his teeth. He placed his tongue on my nipple and gently circled around it and kissed it to remove the chocolate. He moved slightly over me and licked the chocolate between my breast. I moaned as he got on me with his body. They were probably B-cup tits with dusky pink silver dollar size areola and nipples that when erect had to be almost ¾ of an inch long. They were begging for my mouth to suck them. Finally she removed the thong and I could see her pussy as she lay on her back on the bed. Her shaving pattern left a pretty good triangle above her pussy, but her lips were completely smooth and they were already showing signs of becoming gorged with blood. She lay back and I looked her up and down. She smiled.