I was in complete pleasure, and I was gripping the sheets as he fingered me. I was close to cumming, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it. I couldn...’t speak, I couldn’t move, he had complete control over me. When he started flicking my clit, I lost it and it sent me into a fit of spasms as I orgasmed all over his fingers and face, screaming out his name. When I had finally come down from my orgasm I was breathing quite heavily. He kissed my cheek waiting for me to relax a little. I looked at. They had all been ashamed to tell their fathers that they'd had their asses whipped by the slender Italian kid. No repercussions came except a growing knowledge that messing with Belloni was a mistake and a bad one. He was friendly to those who would be friends, but was not a person who tolerated disrespect to himself, his family, or his Italian heritage. Len's father had founded a business when he made his way to America. He worked and saved, finally bought enough land to start a small dairy. .I find myself with a lot of time on my hands during the day due to my evening job, so I usually spend time painting in the den. Creating surrealistic images from ever day objects was a passion of mine I had always had, and my inspiration usually came post orgasm. Primarily because that was when my mind was the clearest.Without my husband home, I had no choice but to induce some self pleasure. So here I sat on the couch surfing the net for the spark to ignite my creative blaze. I had to. I scrubbed the bathroom clean until it sparkled and wiped down all the furniture in the bedroom. As I cleaned, I was starting to wonder if the room was haunted. It seemed there was some figure moving about, brushing me, disturbing the air more than simple drafts. The spirit of 24's dead lover?It was probably just my overactive imagination; 24's dead gaze was unnerving me.With everything else clean, that left only the beds. I left the room to get clean linen from the supply closet and made the.