" She already is, signore," Giancarlo said, looking at me with a radiantsmile.Jena helped me out of the jump suit and I found myself again in justpant...es. Alison had been kind enough to get me the blue silk robe againand so I donned the robe and followed Giancarlo to his makeshift beautycounter.We spent an hour getting my hair and make up done. Giancarlo wasmeticulous. He had Jena come in and paint my nails a dark crimson whilehe worked on my hair. We started first by slicking back my dark. She slumped down onto a bench, and tried to close her mind to the maddening frenzy that possesses a city between 4:30 and 6:00.Ann was 36 years old, and had lived in San Francisco for the last two years. But she could never adjust herself to the city's rush, the tension, the nerve-wracking tempo that others seemed to take for granted. She was a beautiful woman, with dark brown hair which lay in soft curls on her shoulders, and an almost naive face, which was betrayed only by a pair of intense,. I knew what she wanted to do and guided his cock into her mouth and then watched as she sucked him off. As she was busy, I moved around behind her, pulled her knickers aside and easily slid my cock into her wet snatch, gently fucking her, getting her ready for Simon’s cock. Lisa was making a lot of slurping and sucking noises as she sucked off Simon as I fucked her and then I said, “Come on honey, you’ve got to fuck him.” At this, she giggled and pulled herself off me, then moved up to straddle. I'm not going to lie: as much as I protested about any anal action, I knew it was inevitable. So, when fingers scooped up my sex juices and roughly pushed their slick fingers deep into my ass, it brought me to the very precipice of exploding. Even as I kept protesting 'NO! NO! I couldn't wait to feel the first prick violate me there. I didn't have to wait long: I shrieked briefly as I felt my anal passage stretch to accommodate the stranger's intrusion. It hurt so much, my eyes filled.