She protested and I reminded her of our agreement, she reluctantly packed and got ready to shower. I told her to hold on, she asked why, and i let her...know she needed to wax her pussy. She laughed but stopped as soon as she noticed that i wasn't joking. I handed her the wax and in an hour she came out of the shower and laid down on the bed. She called me over and she lifted her towel, showing me her freshly waxed pussy. She asked me if i liked what i saw, and i nodded and dove directly for her. Didn't she have a name? I thought. "Go and fetch the cane! We show this American bitch what we think of perverts!"Wordlessly, Anneke's mother disappeared. Cane? I thought. For a nineteen-year-old? Was this the twelfth century?"I should go," I began, but Anneke's father interrupted."You will stay here and watch. And perhaps learn something. Anneke, stand up and assume the proper position." Papa, no!" Anneke protested, but her father swatted her."Assume the proper position, I said! As long as you. “Giuseppe di Campania is a pimp, and has a gaggle of young women who he refers to as his ‘Tour Guides’. He rents out these females to visiting English Milords as escorts, showing them the sights and sites of Napoli. The only guiding the girls do is to guide an English pene into their Neapolitan figa...”“And my friend’s sister was one of these tour guides?”He shook his head. “No, she was more to Giuseppe than just a whore. He treated her with great respect. She was in fact the teacher of English. I decided that I was just going to be me and hope for the best."I can understand that," I said."I told her I wanted her to have a better life than I did, and she pointed out that there was nothing wrong with my life at all." That might be oversimplifying things a bit," I suggested."Oh her part, yes," said Lynne. We came to a gate that crossed the road and she stopped. "Would you get the gate and close it again after I've gone through?" Sure."I got out. The gate looked locked, but as soon as I.