I thought he was taking the piss when he invited me to his villa for a party with a few of his friends and their wives / girlfriends. I got glammed up... and he was there at seven as promised. I wore a tight white dress with a sweeping neckline that showed my cleavage and my pierced belly button. No underwear at all with red heels. Totally hot. Every head turned including the ladies. After the usual wow and you look gorgeous stuff, we arrived at the party and it seemed that there was more guys. Mr. Bell was a genius. Colleen was right up there with him. We were all very rich. "I don't know what to say, Mr. Bell. It's completely beyond my ability to comprehend." I thought so, too," he agreed. "Until I remembered they killed your mother, mortally injured you multiple times, and then killed you. As far as we are concerned, we'll continue to participate as long as they have fifteen cents, and make sure they have nothing to spend on crime, or killing, ever again." He was mad clean. He's also a 32-year old recently divorced construction worker. He knew I was cooking in the kitchen by way of scent. Once the water was boiling, I put in the spaghetti and let it cook. As the spaghetti cooked, I put in two slices of garlic bread into the toaster oven. I turned off the spaghetti and got out two bowls. The garlic bread was ready and the wine was chilled. I put the spaghetti and the sauce in both bowls while sprinkling shredded mozzarella and parmesean cheeses on top. I placed the. Before the end of summer, he was sleeping in my room most nights, alternating between fingering me and playing with my clit, jacking himself off with my hand. Eventually I started doing it on my own, without his hand to guide me. I don’t know how this was allowed, but my mom never said anything. He didn’t try pulling my pants down for awhile. When I turned 10, I guess he thought that was all I needed. The night of my birthday, while we were in bed, he started playing with my clit again. But.