She had always thought her children were very close, being fraternal twins and all. And their brotherly/sisterly love was something she was glad to se... blossom as they socially and sexually matured.At the breakfast table the twins' dad was beside himself, laughing and guffawing at his daughter's outfit. He laughingly accused her of reading his mind, as naughty-sexy-nurse was a fantasy he'd held since he was a teenager. He smiled at Victoria and told her she fit the part beautifully.Thus. In saree, well I take back my earlier statement. Actually, in a saree, she looks so elegant and I love her most in a saree. Well, forget what I feel because I love my wife madly, whatever way, she’s dressed or not dressed.But the point is, she’s dressed in a saree today. A typical Kerala-style set saree and blouse. She looked so lovely. And I knew beneath it she was having a sexy pair of lacy lingerie. Because we shopped it together and I helped her wear it that day. And I also helped her. It hadn't been until now that she noticed that he didn't have an Italian accent. It was American like her own. He took a large bite out of the bread and nodded looking off."What do you do for a living?" Arabella asked nervously. He swallowed his bread and sat for a minute."Well ... I worked in adult films." You're an actor!" Arabella concluded triumphantly."I was, but probably not the kind you're thinking of," he laughed as he sipped his tea."Well then ... what kind of film?" Arabella asked. He looked down at me, smiling a little half smirk at how I looked, breasts heaving, bound to the top of the bed. He began sliding down my body, His hands moving along my sides, cupping my breasts as he cruelly pinched my left nipple. I let out a low moan as He kept moving down my body, His hands nearing the junction of my thighs, aching for His touch but knowing with His current mood it was more likely to be cruel than kind. He surprised me by lightly dragging His fingertips over my bare pussy.