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He smiles and nods.

“Now, let’s eat!”

People raise their glasses again and cheer. As the servers come in, I look at Anthony, Christopher and Francis—All of them are smiling at me.Even Vincenzo has a grin on his face.

Talk about rags to riches…this is one screenplay Hollywood will never see.

CHAPTER 24

I’m riding on a high from the dinner. Everything went much better than I’d expected. When we get home…I have a naughty idea.

After Vincenzo excuses himself from our presence, I tell my lovers to follow me. As I walk, I strip off one piece of clothing at a time. A shoe here, a shoe there, my necklace, a bracelet, my blouse, my skirt…and by the time I’m at the door to the steam room, I’m only in my underwear.

I was expecting them to take the hint, but when I turn around, “You’re all still dressed?”

“All of us?” Christopher asks in surprise.

“All of you,” I say.

He shrugs and looks to either side of him. Francis and Anthony both shrug in return, then Christopher says, “Okay!” and the three of them start undressing in a hurry.

I go into the room, it’s lined with wood benches, the floor is wood too. In the middle is a long table meant to be used for the masseuse.

I fire up the steam jets, take off my underwear and sit down on the table, cross-legged, to wait for the Bertinelli brothers—My male harem.

When they come in, I appraise their naked bodies. Christopher is the only one with an erection—He’s like that. He doesn’t give a fuck.

It looks like the others haven’t done anything like this before.

Francis is shy, but Anthony needs a reason to get going.

I lay down with a small, hard, pillow under my head.

“Now what?” Christopher asks.

“Pleasure me,” I say, “there’s a bottle of oil over there,” I point to a shelf. “There’s enough of me to go around. My feet, my arms…and everything in the middle.”

“Yes ma’am,” says Christopher. He grabs the bottle of oil and drizzles it over my entire body liberally.

The sight of their naked, sweaty, taut bodies already has my cunt getting slimy.

Anthony offers me a sleep mask for my eyes. I take it. This way I can concentrate on sensation exclusively. Christopher starts on my feet, massaging my arches and my toes. I’ve never had a foot massage before.It’s fucking amazing!

I can feel years of stress leaving my body!

Anthony and Francis each take an arm and work down from my shoulders to my fingers.

They even massage my hands…every finger to the tips.

I keep my eyes closed and enjoy it all with a smile on my face.

Christopher moves to my ankles and calves and I feel all my muscles getting worked on—It’s like being in Heaven’s waiting room.

Francis and Anthony work on my shoulders and my neck…my scalp too…this is my first head massage.

I take it back—This is BETTER than Heaven’s waiting room.

This oil is like a magic potion. The feel of their strong hands on me is pure bliss.