“Did you come on your feet, cumsucker?” “No Sir, I didn’t. Master told me specifically not to.” “She’s just hanging there with the door ...open, it was probably that skeezy desk attendant,” said the cop who mentioned my clit. He took his belt off, dropped in on the floor and laid down on the bed. He started channel surfing, and the other cop stripped naked and got into bed with him. The blonde one was still staring me down. “You’ve been peddling your loose, gaping boy pussy all day, haven’t you,. We pointed them out to the hostess. Five of us moved to a bigger table.“Thank you, Sunny,” Haley said. “We get a last supper with ol’ Carl...”“Last supper?” Carl questioned.“Yeah,” Haley snickered. “We figure a week of ‘er putting up with you and she’ll buy a chainsaw to hack up your body.”“I thought y’all were my fans,” Carl said, sounding as hurt as he could fake.“Carl,” Haley said, “You’re useful. Like an old, bent screwdriver that you keep around just in case you need to open a paint. I stood to leave, and then asked how she would get home. Her answer surprised me.“My coachman has orders to meet me at the Duomo - the cathedral, after Vespers.”I took my leave of her in the English manner of a handshake.For the next two days I had a full and exhaustive tour of Firenze, and in the course of her showing me around the city learned a little of Signora Claudia Garibaldi’s history.She was born in Padua, to the wife of a professor at the university, and had inherited the high. The two women climbed on to the bed together, kissing very slowly and seductively. Shirley then led on top of Anna as my wife opened her mouth and grabbed the back of Shirley's head. Two beautiful married women were now locked in a passionate embrace whilst their husbands looked on. Mike stood up and made his way to the open window where he sat smoking a cigarette and drinking his wine. I remained seated transfixed on what his wife was about to do to my wife. Shirley broke from the kiss.