Mon amour Page #3

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- His name's Leon, isn't it?

- How do you know?

You said it while the masseuse

was rubbing you.

You were thinking about

his hands, weren't you?

Not just his hands!

So you've done it!

I followed your advice.

Well done, Martina!

- How did it go?

- You were right.

I'd not had an orgasm like that

for months!

See!

Come on, I want all the details.

I did exactly as you said,

I got my priorities right.

Fantastic!

- And did he appreciate it?

- Did he ever!

- He was the one who wanted it!

- The greedy pig!

Where did it happen?

- What's his dick like?

- Why all these questions?

Aren't you showing

a bit too much interest in him?

Why not? After all...

I wouldn't mind a little threesome.

You, him...

and me...

I'm very talented, you know.

Even better than your masseuse.

I don't doubt it, but...

I'll bring Franois along

if you want.

He's great with his tongue.

What are you doing?

Taking your masks off by yourselves?

Lie down!

Well, Silvia's mask had

definitely been stripped off!

But talking to her

hadn't done much good.

All she thinks about is sex.

She's worse than me.

Me, her and Leon... like hell!

What if he prefers her over me?

What's happening, am I jealous?

Am I falling in love?

Isn't he just supposed to be

a stud to service me?

Oh dear, I've got myself

into a real mess!

Hi darling,

how come you're back so soon?

- Who are you writing to?

- No one.

I'm making out a list

of things to do.

- Like?

- Just silly things.

Visiting Virgil's mausoleum,

going to the Nuvolari museum,

seeing Mantegna's frescoes.

So you're not thinking

of coming to the festival?

You know it bores me!

- What did you do today?

- I was out and about.

Where?

I went to Abano.

- What for?

- Why do you ask?

I asked you a question,

answer me, b*tch!

- A mud-bath treatment...

- Who with?

Silvia.

Be careful of her!

Who else went with you?

No one, it was just us two.

We had lunch in Montagnana

and then we went to Abano.

Sure.

What was the restaurant called?

Or was it an eatery?

Was the food good?

I can't remember,

we just had a quick snack!

And before?

- Before what?

- Before, this morning.

What did you do

before meeting Silvia?

Nothing.

I slept, took a shower.

The usual lies!

- Why do you say that?

- Because I know you.

- Don't you believe me?

- No.

I came back here for my report

and you were out.

- I must have been in the shower.

- Like f*** you were!

- It was a joke.

- It wasn't funny!

- That wasn't what I intended.

- It wasn't?

What was your intention?

To get f***ed, perhaps?

Are you mad?

How can you say that?

This festival's gone to your head,

what the hell do you want?

To know who screwed you today!

The way you screw

I should have got someone else!

Slut!

Cuckold!

Slut!

Slut... she's a slut!

Filthy slut!

Dirty whore! You're just a slut!

Get out of the car!

- What did I do?

- Get out of my sight, you b*tch!

No, Dario, please.

That's were you belong, you cow!

Whoring around in the road!

What are you doing?

There's a party to close the festival

tonight.

I'd like you to be there.

I'm sorry about yesterday.

And if I've been neglecting you,

it won't happen again.

Did he read it?

It's Marta, I've got to see you.

Why didn't you call me before?

- I couldn't. I need to talk to you.

- Talk.

- Not like this, face to face.

- Where are you?

In the hotel.

Pretend I'm there with you.

Are you dressed?

- I'm in my negligee, why?

- And underneath?

I'm naked.

Touch yourself. Squeeze your tits,

imagine my hands on your body.

Leon, please!

Remember how my cock tastes?

Imagine it in your throat.

Imagining is not enough,

I want you in the flesh.

- Like in the toilet?

- Like in the toilet.

- Are you there?

I've got to see you, it's serious.

I'm here.

- Not before two though.

- That's fine, where?

"Pension Rigoletto",

Okay, see you later.

Well, I won't need them.

Forget that little joint!

Get the big one out!

I was so eager to see Leon

that I left the hotel early.

I was like a cat in heat that wanted

to rub against something.

I put on a sexy, provocative dress.

I felt strong, decisive, sure of

myself and mistress of my destiny.

My senses were heightened.

Maybe they thought

I was a drug addict.

They weren't far off the mark.

But my addiction is to sex.

My drug is called Leon.

Is there anyone here?

Ignore her,

she's part of the furniture.

Grandma?

See?

She's out of it. Can I help you?

- I have an appointment with Mr Leon.

- Leon who?

A Frenchman.

Yes, the one who draws naked women.

Yes, he's in his room.

Number nine, on the second floor.

That way.

Thanks.

Who's the model?

Beautiful...

Did you do it?

And the man?

Does it turn you on?

Everything about you does.

We can't keep on like this.

I've got a husband.

Is that why you're not wearing

any panties?

Screw me, please...

My "mona" feels like it's burning.

My "mona".

This... in Venetian dialect.

And this is the "oseo".

You've no intention of behaving

like a good wife.

You want to get f***ed

all day long.

You want a stallion

with a permanent hard-on.

Like you.

You open your legs as soon as you

smell a hard cock...

Come inside me!

You say yes to whoever

touches your ass!

Yes...

I'm a slut.

My throat's dry.

I'll get you something to drink.

Wonderfully.

Oh, Leon, thanks!

- Why?

- Because.

What do you want to do?

Arch your back.

I'd like to photograph you

while you're f***ing.

- Who's that?

- He's brought something to drink.

- Who is it?

- Don't worry.

Trust me.

I needed that.

Who the f*** is it?

- Is he photogenic?

- Yes, my dear.

You'll love it, you'll see.

I'm sore all over.

It'll wear off soon.

- Aren't you jealous?

- Who of? The porter?

He was just a "vibrator",

a sex aid for our passion.

The festival ends tonight.

My husband wants me to go

to the party with him.

But... I don't know...

it won't be easy to go back to Milan,

back to everyday life.

This will help you, mon amour.

It's beautiful.

You are beautiful.

You'll spend tonight with me.

We'll discuss it in Milan.

Remember, Christmas isn't far off!

- Where's Marta?

- You should know!

- You're asking me?

- I thought she was with you.

Her cell phone's off.

Maybe she didn't want to talk to you.

- What about your husband?

- What about him?

He's in Paris, of course.

I don't understand

what's happened to her.

Women, my dear Dario,

want men to take them,

not understand them!

- Seen her?

- She's got a fantastic ass.

How about a little bet?

Show her what you're made of!

What an a**hole!

- Everyone's looking.

- Who gives a damn?

- Leave everything and come with me.

- Without taking anything?

You can shop in Paris.

At least let me get some panties

from the hotel.

If you go up to your husband,

you won't come back.

I'll come...

You just see if I don't.

No, I don't regret anything.

"Rub your fingers on his stick

to make it nice and thick",

I'd sing that rhyme with glee

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