..we were still both living at home; me trying to save money until my band hit it big and Tanya so she could focus on her studies and not worry about ...a job.Then...one day a domino of fate changed everything.It had not been a good day.My bassist quit the band to move to Boston and join another band.I'd spilt a chocolate shake on my favorite shirt.And I got a flat tire while delivering a pizza.That was why I was home three hours early.As I walked towards the basement to throw my shirt in the. My ass gives way to his throbbing cock, and we both know he's not going to last long. Not with my rump globes bouncing and my plaid skirt fluffing up and down, like some needless accessory.I start panting, squeezing my hindquarters as if I were being penetrated. I bring my knees up to my chest and with all the strength I can muster, I spank my ass hard one last time with my right hand while my left one kneads my boob until my index finger and thumb clutch on my nipple and pinch it hard; that is. A man appeared in front of her; big, lean and in a dark suit. Good - a small guy would have had to be smart. The Boss.“Sei italiano?” The first suit had reported her accent to him. His accent was American! This was a bonus. Someone with Italian roots, or connections at least.“Si. Sono venuto a proporre alcuni affari, con la persona che possiede la barca,” she spoke quickly.He looked down at her while clearly he did the mental translation. Mia could see he was taking in her condition: her toned. It’ll be worth it, you’ll see.’2 Getting ReadyWhat should I wear? Jennifer wondered, looking through her wardrobe and settling on a low-cut crop-top with a wrap-around miniskirt. She decided that she would also wear her repaired g-string bikini and grinned to herself as she reminisced for a moment on why David hadn’t seen it on her before.After she’d got dressed, she glanced through her small collection of toys, wondering whether to take any with her or not, and decided to try out the vibrating.