Page 183 of Marcello

“And only this one time – agreed?”

“Agreed,” I lied.

If this worked, I was going to do it as much as I possibly could –

Although lying to Eugenio made me feel bad.

“If your father discovers I helped you sneak out,” he grumbled, “he’ll kill me.”

“It’ll be even worse if he finds out you were jerking off to my tits.”

“I wasn’t jerking off!” he exclaimed in horror.

“Not now, but I’ll bet you were saving up a little mental movie in your head for later. In fact – let me see your phone.”

“W-what?!” he stuttered.

That sealed it. I knew exactly what he had done.

“Give me your phone, NOW!”

He handed it over like a whipped dog.

I had no idea how to use it, so I said, “Show me your photos.”

“Signorina – ”

“DO IT.”

Looking like a man in front of a firing squad, he opened up his photo app.

Sure enough, there were half a dozen pictures of me topless. Some were zoomed in really close.

Now I didn’t feel bad about using him at all. I was going to milk this little asshole for all he was worth.

“I’m going to keep this,” I said as I tucked the phone under my towel.

“NO!” he cried out. “I need it for my job!”

“Say you lost it and get another one.”

“But – ”

“I’m not asking.”

“Signorina – ” he pleaded.

“Mm-mm-mmm,” I said as I smacked my lips. “Can you taste it?”

He frowned in confusion. “What?”

“Your testicles, lightly breaded and fried in butter.”

He gave me an I-fucking-hate-your-guts look…

But I got to keep his phone.

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