" You can get up now. Isn't that sensation in your pussy quitedifferent and fulfilling? You will learn to love it. All the boys do.Your dad did." Mari...e, dear, Wendy is yours for the next couple of hours. Dowhatever to him you desire as long as it is very feminine and girly.You know he has to learn to set his own hair every night, startingtomorrow, so maybe that would be a good starting point for you. At 11PM I want him in curlers and a bra and panties. I have a speciallittle punishment for him. I led him to my room, and flopped down on the big bed, patting the spot next to me. He took the hint and sat down beside me. I could feel the heat coming off of his bare skin. I wanted to reach over and slide my fingers down his chest, but I knew better than to try anything that crazy. I was so stupid for thinking he would be interested in me. I had seen pictures of his ex-girlfriend. Apparently they had broken up when Stephen moved with his family, deciding it would be too hard to try to. Janet got out of bed and wrote all night while I slept all night. At six in the morning I stepped into the bathroom and heard her computer beeping. She looked exhausted, but she didn’t want to sleep. She wanted to walk with me.“Do you really want to walk with us,” I asked.“Fucking A, If that prick comes for us, two guns are better than one,” she said.“Well I have to take some pills, and drink some milk. Do you want anything?” I asked.“I’ll have whatever you are having,” she said with a. We never used the word "Mafia" because of the negative connotations and usually just referred to our group as "The Family" or "Our Thing" either in English or our native Italian. I was a full-blooded Sicilian from a long line of farmers and tradesmen with our private business kept secret from even our own relatives.The truth of the matter was that I was considered a "Fed" puppet dancing on their string of a new identity but I had not really spilled the beans on the inside dealing of my "family".