"No?" No. Look, Nick, this is your first entrance, the first time the audience lays eyes on you. You need to set a tone. You're just walking in like ..... like Marullo. Scarpia doesn't 'just walk' anywhere, he swaggers. Well, not exactly swaggers, he ... Look, try it like this: Walk in, but as you do think swagger. You need to own that stage the moment you appear, draw every eye to you just by your manner."I got her point. I was used to coming on as a comprimario, a second banana. But Scarpia. Probing his fingers deep inside her, he heard a slight gasp from his daughter."You like it, don't you? Say it. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you right now."Zarina couldn't believe this was happening to her. She knew her dad and her mom fucked like rabbits...and did it more or less right in front of her, but she would never have expected for him to suddenly turn on her like this. She had never thought about her dad in such a carnal way before. Seeing her dads cock tenting his boxers was. Grazie.? Off the servant went, followed by minutes of silence. Finally the meal came, and knowing well how he would insist she finished it off soon, despite her slight disgust. But this was excellent food, she knew. Her eyes had remained fixed on the plate, since she knew how intently he watched her eating, swallowing. She was relieved when finally he shoved the plate away, fixing his regard solely on her. ?Oh, bellezza mia?can you guess what it is that I want of you?? Meeting his gaze, she. Understand?”This was the most erotic talk Mumtaz had ever had with another woman. Her inner thighs felt moist, and she squirmed. “That’s it?” She whispered.Mumtaz shivered as she heard, “May I come in. ma’am?” from the door of her cabin.“Please be quiet,” Mumtaz whispered to Lissy and said out loud, “Yes, be quick!” The office boy walked in. 25 years old maybe, but a decent looking young man. He wore a white shirt and formal black pants. He walked towards Mumtaz’s table and smiled at the two.