“How long do I need to be in there?” I asked.
“As long as it takes,” Stefano answered.
I finished pulling off my pants, and reached for my underwear. To think, I had worn these sexy stripper boxers for him. Well, maybe watching me get eaten alive by sharks would help him get his jollies, and he would leave Sam alone.
I walked to the pool and started walking down the stairs. The water was warm and felt like ocean water when it hit my feet. If it weren’t for the fact that I was probably going to be eaten alive by sharks, this might have been a fun experience. As I went down the steps a little further until my knees were wet, I saw Stefano take off his bathrobe. He had a huge hard-on that I couldn’t help but look at. It was big and thick like Tom’s, but it seemed to have more of a curve to
