Apparently, I speak Italian now.I’d been learning the language since we got back from San Finzione. Since I’m a citizen, I figure I’ll be going ...ack and forth once in a while. We’ve committed to going back twice in the next couple months, so I figured I’d get started after we recovered from the first trip.My first Italian lesson had involved learning whether a pair of shoes was mine or not, whether they were red or not, how much they cost, and if they were on sale. After a week, I felt. I wanted a long-term relationship with a lover, not a one-night stand. The weird thing is that we’d known Carl for a long time, since we were at High School together, before he ever ended up in bed with us. The reason that his name never cropped up as a potential lover is because Carl doesn’t fulfil the stereotype of the big, black, muscular and potent man that most women fantasise about. He’s more Sammy Davis Jr. than Mike Tyson. Slight, wiry, an engaging grin and a fun guy, but neither of us. ”I was excited and quickly stripped, but a little embarrassed when my cock caught in my underpants. “I see my pussy trainer has you excited Rob. Good!”I lay on the bench and slid my head into the three-sided box at one end. A thin piece of wood with a large hole was then slid down over my throat, and trapping my head in place.My ankles were then fitted with cuffs as were my wrists. The wrist cuffs were pulled down towards the floor and a spring clip secured the cuffs to a ring bolt in each of. When she couldn't detect any redness through her eyelids indicating that the southern sun still shined, she opened her eyes and gazed at the surreal world surrounding her.'Wow! This is incredible! Even real stars aren't this beautiful!' Elaine realized as she gazed around her, awed by her surroundings.From every direction – above, below and to all sides of her, lights were appearing by the thousands. The community below her was the closest and the brightest, but she could make out at least five.