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- Now. – She said, taking a 2 meter baguette with her with all the ingredients and everything good.

- You can forget about it. - He said, taking the baguette and putting it in the trash, sharing a broccoli and some carrots, besides some green beans. – You might start to care about rabbits. - He said.

- We have five weeks, if I pass, I'll take you to the spa. - He said. “Now run, my mare. - He said, getting on his shoulder.

For five weeks, they'd been running down the cathedral steps with the woman breathing like a Pug bitch, panting and snoring.

Whenever she saw him, she took an oral lesson, called the numbers, taught the calculations, they ran around the cathedral, exercising, in the midst of which he gave her a diet that she should eat every three hours, exactly 200 grams, no more every 3 hours.

They traded Swiss chard for a row of 4 chocolate squares once a week.

About that.

She gave him book lessons, where he was supposed to go over calculus and lessons, being safe with scenarios that every time she lost weight, she got a piece of cake, whenever he got a lesson right, he got a lipstick or some makeup.

They exchanged advice on makeup, skin care, getting medicine for pimples, in addition to cosmetics and other utensils, he went to his secret studio, where the boy averaged his waist, while she went over her lesson.

Then, during the time they exercised twice a day, every two hours with one hour intervals, in which they meanwhile, the girl made him study for more than 4 hours straight, with rest for an hour of rest. healthy snacks and exercise.

Once a week, he advised her to...

- Pasta once a day, 200 grams of food with each meal, nothing more. - He said.

It was like this, that after five weeks, when he went towards the test of recovery, in which he handed over the lessons that she did, saying that he did it.

Upon returning, she caught her by a leash, saying.

- Let's go to the spa, I'm having a party later. – He said, with a sway, taking her with him towards a private beauty clinic, where they both went there, treating the pimples, taking off the glasses and replacing them with a contact lens.

- It's not fair that bottom of a bottle, with those beautiful eyes, being overshadowed by such a thick lens. - He said.

After five weeks, where she looked like a model, who underwent treatment for pimples, she looked like a goddess with short red hair, before, it came down to below her waist, now, it was just below her shoulders, smooth skin without pimples.

That morning, after a pound of makeup, she headed toward the boardroom toward the interview.

- You pushed the poor bitch to your father and grandfather. Mabel said.

- Poor chicken. – He corrected her.

- He keeps saying he never took a virgin. - The boy said.

- Not even my mother said she was a virgin. - Francesco said.

- Since when do you know if she's a virgin? Mabel questioned.

- She's fat and can't get a boyfriend, in that fat pussy, I know nobody touched it before my store bath. - He said.

- Straight men are prejudiced and racist. - He said, getting out of there.

The corridor was silent, when the beautiful, tall, beautiful and red-haired girl passed by them, everyone moved away letting her pass, dumbfounded, perplexed, nothing could compare to the stunning beauty of almost 2 meters in height.

At that hour, the only and current heir of the wealthy Baccia family was waiting.

She was the fifth in line, but due to her beauty, they had other ideas, all for the chicken, Francesco thought, laughing.

It was in these interviews, to win the scholarship, that before entering, she fell with everything towards the ground, not to be helped by a hand, but by more than one...

- Sorry. - She said, becoming speechless when seeing the two Greek gods, father and son, muscular like Hercules and Zeus, in which one had olive hair, the other had honey-colored hair, they were the versions of Greek sculptures, with their muscles being shown for all to see under their tight clothes, in those thousand dollar suits.

- Nothing to apologize for. - Tommazo said.

- You came here for the bag, right, honey. – Andreas said affirmingly.

"Aren't you my housekeeper's niece?" - Tommazo questioned her.

The girl was confused, he came for a scholarship interview, but what she calculated and was thinking was far from the initial idea, she had a certain mistrust as to the reasons for so many questions.

He looked at her. - I thought you were fuller. - Tommazo questioned her.

- Different from what I saw when I was younger. Andreas questioned.

- Yes, I did exercises. - She said. – I changed the diet. - She said.

- I wanted to propose something, looking at you, there's no jus just staying with just that bag, honey. - Tommazo said.

- Do you have money for materials? – The time, the studies, the clothes, the uniform, the research? – Andreas questioned her.

- I work. - She said.

- Studies are expensive. - Tommazo questioned her.

- How old are you? – Andreas questioned her.

- I am 18 years old. - She said, with some ease.

- How about we propose something more than giving a scholarship? - Tommazo questioned her.

- I wanted to know before you are a virgin? – Andreas questioned her.

- And if I say no...? – She tried tentatively.

- We'll know when the time is right, so sweetie, how about being honest with us? Andreas questioned.

- What does that imply? - Esmeraldine questioned,

- This implies proper treatment. - Tommazo said.

- Then...? – Andreas questioned her.

- I'm virgin. - She said shaking.

- Perfect. – Both said.

- Then we have a proposal for you. - Tommazo said.

- What would it be? - She questioned him.

- Do you agree to sleep with us? – The eldest questioned her.

- With both? - She questioned.

- Just one night? - She questioned.

- No, just one night, for as long as we want, well, thinking until after you finish your studies. - Tommazo said.

- Is there anything that can prove or be official for me to guarantee myself. – She asked after five minutes of silence.

- Clever, you really must be a good lawyer in the future. Andreas said.

- Would you agree to have a relationship with us? - Tommazo questioned.

- We were going to make a Sugar Dadds contract. - Tommazo said.

- How long would that last? – Esmeraldine questioned.

- During the period of the course and ten years after. Andreas said.

- We'll pay for your expenses and your studies, whatever you need. - Tommazo said.

- In exchange for what else? - She questioned.

- Be our exclusive for the time you go to college, for another ten years after. Andreas said.

- Then if everything goes well, we renew, or change to something more comfortable. Andreas said.

- I want an allowance of 10 thousand euros. - She said.

- Smart, you're already asking. Andreas said.

- Is this just word of mouth? – Esmeraldine questioned.

- We have the documents with us. - Tommazo said.

- You are ready, then. - Esmeraldine said.

At that time, Tommazo grabbed a sheaf of documents he'd taken out of his briefcase, placed on the table, then handed a red pen to her.

- Have you ever kissed a man? – Tommazo questioned her, when he saw her sign the papers, there were several of them, more than five.

- Not. - She said.

Then he caught her hugging her, with Andreas on her back, catching her from behind, touching her buddha, while Tommazo caught her at his waist.

- So let's be first. - Tommazo said.

Touching her face, Tommazo pulled her, opening his mouth, kissing her, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth, sucking, licking, with another man behind her, stroking her ass, reaching into her pants.