“Let me cum on you.” Carla looked up at him as he began to masturbate. She liked to watch men masturbate; it had been a long time since she had w...atched one but even so she hadn’t forgotten the pleasure. “Cum all over my pussy.” Tom groaned in response and Carla reached out and cupped his testicles. “Give me all your hot cum,” she teased. “Cover my cunt with it.” He groaned loudly and began to pump harder and faster. Carla looked up at him and smiled as she gave him a gentle squeeze. His. .." She blushed again, and as if he had read her mind, he said "You wanted to do the same when I was licking you?" She nodded, her eyes downcast. "But why didn't you? I can take it, I would have loved it, in fact!" She smiled shyly to him. Again he felt her eyes suck him in. What she did to him with those eyes was beyond his comprehension. He knew that he loved it when she looked at him that way - and that he loved her. He bent his head for a kiss, parting his lips. He gently slid his tongue. “Yes, sir, I definitely take your point. Better dictatorship than anarchy, and better a sane dictatorship with some kind of legal framework and protection than a warlord who summarily executes dissidents. Italy, of all places, who’d have guessed it? Italy! I’ve wanted to go there for years as a tourist, but now I might be an old woman before I make it there safely, if ever. Italy’s now effectively an occupied country under this madman’s rule, isn’t it?” Annette confessed her desire to visit. Take my hand, Christine."She took his hand without hesitation and he helped her into the boat. She sat and he took an oar and used it to push the boat away from the shore. He replaced the oar, maneuvered the small craft around and began to row to the opposite shore."Papa? When you said you are here to fulfill your promise, what did you mean?"The man sighed and sadly looked long into her eyes."Before I died, I promised to send the Angel of Music to you and I never did. I wanted to send the angel.