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again?”
    “Yes.”
    “Say please, beg me and I’ll consider it.”
    “Please, Matthew, please put those little beads back up me. I want you to put them into my arse and pull them out again. Oh, please, Matthew, do please.”
    Repeating the process, Matthew inserted and removed the beads a number of times while she squirmed. As ordered, she begged him not to stop. Finally, he buried them into her arsehole thrusting his cock into her cunt at the same time. The momentum pushed her arse up, and face down into the mattress, and he fucked her extremely slowly as he pulled the beads out one by one. He lost count of the number of times he shoved the beads inside her while fucking her, but he carried on until she was genuinely begging him not to stop.
    She looked glorious in a lather of ecstasy. The diamonds glittered at her ears and throat; her hot little cunt clutched at him as the spasms of orgasm engulfed them.
    Much later that night, Matthew woke her up, he was already hard, wearing a cock ring buzzing on his erection, laughing he said.
    “Do you want this vibrating up against you, sweetheart?”
    She pulled him toward her and opened her legs. It was their last night in the enormous bed, and they tumbled in it together until the early hours.
    The next day, Matthew was pleased that the waiter was as good as his word, pushing the laden breakfast table into their suite on his own and standing beside it, he took the fifty Euros that Matthew handed him.
    “Sei finito per il giorno come d’accordo?” asked Matthew.
    “Si Signore,” replied the lad.
    “Desiderabile?” asked Matthew.
    “Si Signore, lei ẻ splendida.”
    Matthew’s eyes travelled to the young man’s crotch, thrilled to see a nice bulge forming in his black trousers, showing the promise of a sizable cock. Matthew looked over to Eleanor sitting up in bed, still glowing from last night’s session with their vibrating friend.
    “Get out of bed please, sweetheart,” said Matthew quietly, “breakfast is here.”
    “Matthew, I’m naked. The waiter.”
    “Here’s your robe, get up and put it on. Come and sit at the table, there’s a good girl, Angelo has agreed to serve us as it is our last day, it would be rude to say no, don’t you think?”
    “Very well,” replied Eleanor, struggling into the robe, trying not to expose herself to the lad standing quietly behind her chair waiting to assist her.
    Angelo stared at Eleanor as he poured the coffee, her breasts pushing against the cloth of the silk robe that enhanced rather than concealed her curves.
    “Do you like her?” Matthew asked the boy in Italian.
    “Si. Si.”
    “Serve her some juice and touch her,” continued Matthew in Italian.
    Angelo leaned over to pour orange juice into Eleanor’s glass, deliberately spilling it into her lap.
    Eleanor jumped up in shock, the cold juice penetrating the robe, soaking its way onto her skin.
    “Mi dispiace!”
    “Don’t worry,” she replied, moving toward the bathroom. “It’s okay, I’ll just go and shower.”
    Standing, Matthew pulled her against him whispering urgently.
    “No need for that, sweetie, I want you to let him fuck you. Go and lie on the bed, no arguments, no fuss.”
    Frozen to the spot, Eleanor was shocked, and she felt the drying juice sticky on her skin as Matthew continued speaking.
    “We can go a long way together, you and I,” he said. “When we get home, I have a proposition to put to you. We can discuss it properly later if you like. However, just to help you make the right decision now, I will give you a brief overview. I have a substantial inheritance, and I have ideas of how I wish to spend it, none of this is any good to me without someone to share it. The someone I have in mind is you, but I have certain needs which I expect you to fulfil in return. When we get home, I want you to give up work so that we can spend our time together on my new project, on our project. Meanwhile, I have paid young Angelo here to service