Finding a way to shelter my investment income from the government so I could avoid the excessive tax rates was bound to be frustrating.By the time Reb...eca joined us half an hour later, I was convinced Mandy was a genius. She came up with a loophole I would never have considered that kept me from paying any taxes to the Italian government on my investments. When Julien had basically adopted me as part of his family, he also granted me Fakahina citizenship. I could claim my income as a Fakahina. They pull the chain to flush the toilet, then drag me into the bathtub. They open the cold water and thoroughly wash me with hard brushes, like scrubbing a piece of wood. I am warned that's my last opportunity to drink if I need it. I gulp cold water down my wide-open gagged mouth. Once they've made sure I am clean as a whistle, I am dragged to the Punishment Room without even being dried up.The Punishment Room is large, maybe a huge basement, to provide space for freely swinging The Implement. I was curious and said yes.We climbed about 10 steps to get inside. It was a one room apartment that served as living room, bedroom and kitchen. It was neatly kept, bright, with windows on all walls. Peter invited me to sit on his couch and offered me some ice tea. I accepted both. We talked for a while. I was realizing I felt very attracted to Peter and I could tell he liked me. His cock was hard in his pants. I tried not to stare, but he saw me looking. He asked, “what do you think?”I said,. They found out different within the first few months. Not only did I work on the bikes, but I did clean up around the shop and grounds, helped with stocking of parts, and any other job that needed to be done. It wasn't long before they knew that I was one of them and not just a freeloading friend of the owner's son.The family reunion was scheduled at a very busy time of the year for the motorcycle shop because the new models were arriving. They had to be taken out of the crates, assembled,.