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Over the next year, there were five or six men.

One of them from the casino was Franco Frangellini, a wealthy Italian businessman. “Dr. Egger, you don’t know me, but a friend recommended you.”

“The clinic is opened 24/7. We prefer appointments but in an emergency, everyone is welcome.”

“Doctor, you misunderstand. I have a lovely chalet in the Italian Alps with spectacular views of the mountains. I thought we might spend a weekend there getting to know each other.”

Sophie knew instantly that the friend Mr. Frangellini knew was Jean Claude, and she knew exactly what he meant by ‘getting to know each other.’

Jean Claude hadn’t called her in a few weeks. She missed him or she thought to herself, did she miss his cock and his tongue? “Mr. Frangellini, a weekend in the alps would be delightful.”

“Great, I’ll send my plane for you.”

“I can’t leave the clinic until four on Friday.”

“My plane will be at the airport waiting.”

“Mr. Frangellini, you’re not wrong about the spectacular view, but I’m not wrong that’s not the reason you brought me here, am I?” She put her arms around his neck and kissed him on the mouth.

She was an inch or two taller than him; he was also more than thirty years older. Yes, that’s right. Franco Frangellini was close to seventy.

“Doctor Sophie, you’re right about that. I suspect, I’d get a more spectacular view if you took off your clothes.”

“I like that you’re blunt. Franco, where’s your bedroom?”

On the way, he took off his tie and jacket.

In the bedroom, Sophie took off her blouse and bra. Although Jean Claude didn’t spend much time with them, what woman doesn’t know that men like tits?

Franco was a man. His hands, then his mouth were all over them. Like she’d done years ago with Bart, Sophie straddled him and let Franco play. “I’m glad you like them.”

“Sophie, you have the most beautiful titties I’ve ever seen; more beautiful than the alps outside the windows. In Italian we say tettas; Bellissime tettas,” he kissed them all over. “Bellissime.”

His mouth, tongue and lips felt good, and Sophie laughed and giggled as the old man played. His tongue was gentle on her nipples; first one then the other. “Doctor Sophie, can I interest you in putting my tongue somewhere else?”

“Oh Franco, you are such a bad boy. My, what did you call them, tettas, aren’t enough?

“Bellissime tettas.”

The truth was that Franco Frangellini knew how to excite her tettas, and had her panties drenched. Yes, if he wanted to stick his tongue somewhere else, she was more than willing.

Sophie got off the bed and took off her skirt and panties. They were damp. “Is this what you want Franco?” She was back on the bed; legs spread.

Franco Frangellini had been with lots of women; most of them Italian; most of them dark with black hair. Sophie was his first blonde. Kneeling between her legs, he stared. Then almost like he kissed her

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