” She paused, glancing down, knowing that he was right. She’d been aroused since she’d sat down at the café. Now, the denim covering her pussy ...as stained dark with her juices. She let out a long moan as he slowly drew her zipper down, confronted by the proof of her claim. She really had shaved herself for him. It felt so good, his finger stroking her, brushing her, teasing her expertly. She felt her eyes roll slowly back, her fingers lose strength as the Kindle e-reader almost slipped from her. But the guard just shrugged.“Televisione Inglese,” he said, which made the tourists look disappointed. That didn’t stop them from trying to taking a picture, but if you’re THAT disinterested I don’t want anything to do with you so I told them to fuck off. The guard apologised on my behalf and shepherded them away.“Ees vaffanculo,” he said, grinning.“What is?”“Fuck off. In Italian. Ees ‘Eh! Vaffanculo!’”“Don’t encourage him,” said Mel, taking my wrist as if I were a naughty toddler. The curator. I slid my finger into Samanthas impossibly tight hole. She squirmed like she wanted to get away, but I had her in an iron grip. I continued to rub her clit and this time when I stuck my finger in, she was fine. I worked another finger in, and her tiny hole stretched around my digits while gripping them tightly. I lubed up my pole, and I gently worked it into her hole. Oh my god, she was tight! I rubbed her clit and slid all the way in. She liked what I was doing to her clit, but didnt like how. I am amazed as I see the villa, my mouth gaping. It looks to be rather modern. It's a concrete construction with many large windows and three stories tall. I spot a huge swimming pool beside the house as I walk towards the entrance. To shorten the description of the house: It's huge, there are 3 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms, 1 kitchen, 2 dining rooms, a home gym, an entertainment room and still some unused space. Don't get me started on the wine cellar underneath the house.No one is there as I arrive..