What on earth do I get myself into??

I swear I’m in need of a brain transplant or something. Just before Christmas, I bought a bottle of Hornitos for the married man that I’ve written about several times. Well, a few weeks ago I texted him saying that I have a bottle of Hornitos that I wanted to give him for Christmas. It took a few texts over the past few weeks to arrange it. We finally agreed for last night at 9. I’d meet him outside towards the back entrance; thought it would be best because nobody needed to know why I was bringing just him a bottle of alcohol.

I ended up having to work for a little bit. As I was on my way over, I realized that I would be cutting it close in the time that I was supposed to meet him due to the fact that I had just left work. I didn’t get a response so I booked it there and parked. Once I got there, I parked and texted him to let him know where my car was. He said ok.

He came out about 10 minutes later, gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. The kiss on the cheek was a little bit of a surprise because the last time we saw each other, he didn’t do it. We were talking a little bit but I just couldn’t say things that made sense.

“I’m sorry. I just can’t speak when you’re around” I said.

“Why? I’m like everyone else” he said.

“You have no idea the power you hold over from me,” I reply.

He gets in my car and pulls out his dick. I get in and start sucking him. He gets so hard so fast for me. Not too long after I start sucking him, he started pushing his hips up and held my head where it was. I had to stop a few times because I have bad gag reflexes. At one point I stopped for almost a second, apologized and apologized, explaining that it was me and not him; he’s perfect and that I suck at sucking. He asked if I had condoms with me and I said yes. He grabbed one out of my purse and walked as I followed with my car.

Once I parked I followed him to the dumpsters. Once I found him, he pushed me up against a fence and stripped his pants off and I followed suit. He saw the tat on my pussy and muttered “Fuck!” as he rammed his hard cock into my dripping wet pussy. I did my best to NOT scream; didn’t want to bring attention to us. He pounded into my pussy until I came three times.

“God, baby, I love how responsive you are. I can’t get enough of you,” he said as I came for the third time. “Lean over that rock”

“You have some kinda power over me, babe. No one can make me cum like you can,” I say as I lean over the rock.

Seconds later, I feel his cock enter my tight ass. I nearly scream in pleasure and he groans. I can tell that he’s close to his climax.

“Good God, baby,” he moans. “Your pussy is always dripping for me and I love it but I love how your tight ass clenches around my cock. Yeah, baby. Just like that!”

I couldn’t form any words because seconds later we came together. He stayed hard inside me as we were catching our breath. He slowly eases out of my ass, puts his pants back on and hands me mine. He keeps an eye on me as I put my pants back on – he knows I’m a little unsteady on my feet after we have sex.

“Hey, babe. Gotta get back to work,” he said as he kisses me. “Give me a minute than head on out.”

“Ok, mi amor,” I said as I kissed him back. “Buenos noches.”

I gave him close to 5 minutes before I left the dumpsters. As I got to my car, I saw him with the bottle of Hornitos talking with his brother. When I drove past, the brother recognized me and gave me a wink. My married man saw it and punched his brother.

After I got home, I was thinking about how I get myself into situations like that. The problem is that when I’m near him, my heart stops beating, I can’t breathe and I can’t think……it’s like my body shorts a fuse or something. I called one of my best friends and she listened to what happened. She wishes I stay away from him but she knows that there’s something between us. I didn’t tell her that I texted him stating how I felt a few weeks ago.

Even now, two days after the fact, I still can’t believe I fucked him near where he works.

I'm an idiot

So I admit that I’m the biggest idiot in the world. Hope you don’t mind me sharing the story with you guys. Saturday, December 13^th, I wasn’t feeling well at all and cancelled all my plans. I wasn’t sure how sick I was but I figured it’d be better if I just stayed home and rested. I texted him to give him a head’s up.

“Hey. I’m not coming in tonight because I’m feeling unwell. Hopefully, next week I’ll be in”.

“Ok. Not a problem. Hope you feel better”.

“Thanks” I said.

About 20 minutes later, I text him again. This shows how I lack finesse when not feeling well! Wait till you hear about my drunk texts! **internal groans**

“Mind if I’m honest with you?”

I don’t hear anything for about 20 minutes so I proceed.

“I know that you’re married and that you love your wife. I just wanted to let you know that I care about you more than I should and I have since the first day I met you. I know that I’m pretty much a no one to you but I also know that you won’t leave your wife but I just wanted to let you know what I was feeling.”

A few hours go by before he says anything. He finally texts me saying “No problem”. Um, ok, right??

 Last night, December 19^th, I went in for a brief dinner. Thankfully nobody told him that I was in. When I ordered, I asked the server NOT to let him know that I was in but I’m sure someone else made him aware.

When my entrée came out, it was obvious that he knew at that point……I’ve seen the dishes that he makes that go out. They look good but not like how mine comes out. Anyways, one bite of my entrée, and I’m in love with the food. I text him saying that the chicken francese is to die for and that it’s the best I’ve had. An hour and a half go by and no word. It was a little busy but I’ve seen him busier than that and still be able to respond to a call or a text but whatever. I finish, order dessert and then pay my bill. I gave the server approximately 41% tip and she had a cow. I love the girl to death; she’s a great server and works her ass off. Not to mention, very gorgeous!! As I left, I texted him saying good night.

I leave and head to a local movie theater to see a new movie. Three quarters of the way through, he finally texts me apologizing to me saying that he was busy. I told that there’s no need to explain because I understand.

                Since I still have the conversation, there’ve been a few times throughout the day that I’ve seen him type because of the “……” symbol but he ends up deleting whatever he writes. I’m not too bothered by it because I’m just someone who cares for him even though I know that I shouldn’t. According to my best friend, I’m in love with this guy. I’m sure that what my friend said isn’t too far off from the truth but at least I’m admitting to I care for him more than I should……..my Hispanic Johnny Depp.

A love interest I can't have

There was a man that worked for my brother that I had a major crush on. He’s the one that left to work for another restaurant. It took me 3 to 4 months to hear his voice, a week later to get his number and three days later to screw him.

In that time, I’ve seen him a few times, ate at the restaurant a few times. First time I went, I wanted to let him know but had no idea how to tell him that I was going in to eat. He was shocked as all get out and texted me. He started out nice and pleasant but after a few minutes later, he became frustrated and we stopped texting.

I’ve gone in a few times since. Most of the time, I’d go in without texting him and then later thanking him for the food. Twice I texted him to let him know I was coming in. The last time I texted him was this past Saturday.

“Hey. I’m going to be coming in tonight to eat. Not sure what time yet. Is that going to be a problem? If it is, I won’t come in,” I say.

“Hey. It’s fine. Just let me know when you get here,” he said.

“Not a problem,” I said.

A few hours go by. I get a haircut and buy some wine. I slowly make my way over to the restaurant. It’s 6:15 when I get there and it’s dead inside.

“Hey,” I said. “Just me and this bottle of wine tonight.”

“Any particular place you want to sit? You wanna be in a booth, a chair; a private area?” the host asked.

“Right there is fine,” I said pointing to a table that sorta looks into the kitchen when the swinging doors open. “It’s fine.”

I followed the host to the table I pointed out and sat down. When the server came to the table, without looking at the menu, I ordered my normal app and another one that I hadn’t had there before. I played on my phone a bit and drank some wine as I was waiting for the apps. I had half of one and the entire app – the one I hadn’t had before while I was there.

A few minutes later, my entrée came to the table. I enjoyed it but not as much as I should’ve; found it too salty from the sausage and possible extra salt added. I ate half of it and had it wrapped. I waited a bit and then ordered dessert and a cappuccino. As I paid the check and was reading a book on the Kindle app on my phone, I received a text from him.

“How was the food?” he asked.

“It was perfect. I’ve always loved what you’ve cooked for me & always will. You know that,” I said. “Knowing that you cooked for me was such a turn on!”

“Thank you very much, mi querida,” he said. “Hopefully, you can pick me up from work one night. Te necesito, bebe!”

When he said that, I blushed and then started kicking myself. He’s a married man, but I'm in love with him.

Everything's getting better.

I ended up bringing the dickwad partially home. He started going off on a rant that I was NOT treating him with the respect he deserves because I’d been ignoring him. I told him that he has no right to say that because he has to earn my respect first in order for me to disrespect him. He asked who the hell I was and I told him that I’m his boss’s kid sister; I don’t give a flying fuck if he likes me, hates me, loves me or not but I’m demanding the respect from him.

He starts yelling at me and disrespecting me, calling me all different kind of names in both English and Spanish. Little does he know that I understand quite a bit of what he’s saying in Spanish.

“Escuchme, puta! El hecho de que nos cogio una vez no te da al derecho de llarme puta, prostituta, y cualquier otra cosa que quieras. Yo so la hermana del jefe. Eres la ayuda. Ya sea que quiera o no, yo so parte de la gestion y puedo tenerte despedido en santiamen. Ni siquiera necesito una razon. Una palabra a mi hermano y te has ido! Usted me faltas el respeto, me gritas o me llamas un nombre una vez mas, te puedo garantizar que en menos de minutes que no tendra un trabajo mas!” I said, telling him that just because we fucked one time doesn’t give him the right to call me names, I’m the boss’s sister, he’s the help; whether he wants to or not he needs to respect me or I can have him fired in a heartbeat, I don’t need a reason just need one word to my brother and less than two minutes, he won’t have a job anymore.

He shut up immediately. A few seconds later, I had the chance to pull over and stopped my car. I told him to get the hell out of my car. He started calling me crazy. I picked up my personal cell phone to call my brother. Before the phone could ring once, the dickwad apologized so I hung up my phone and repeated the request for him to get the hell out of my car. He started to protest. I unbuckled my seatbelt, leaned over him to open the door, unbuckled him, threw his bag out of the car and yelled at him to get the fuck out. He threatened to call the police on me. I asked what the cops are gonna do for him, laugh at him for being an idiot? I told him the police wouldn’t side with him! They’d side with me because I was trying to protect myself from an over sized, over muscled, low IQ thug.

He finally got out, cursing that I kicked him out of my car but I didn’t care. I turned around and headed home. As I was driving home, my brother called me on the business phone he has given me.

“Hey, sis. What’s going on with H? Why did you kick him out of your car on such a cold night?” my brother asked. “I know that you had a good reason!”

“Oh. He thinks that me driving him home means something but it doesn’t. He got mad at me for not giving him the respect he claims he deserves from me. I called him out on that. He started calling me names in English and Spanish so I yelled at him,” I explained.

“What exactly did you tell him?” my brother asked. “He said that you threatened to dismember his penis from his body!”

“Really? He said that?” I asked. “He was calling me whore and prostitute so I told him that I’m your kid sister, on some level of management, he’s the help. I’m the one who deserves the respect, NOT him! I told him that all I need is one word to you and that he’d be fired in a heartbeat. I pulled over and told him countless times to get the fuck out of my car.”

“Anything else happen?” my brother prodded me.

“I opened his door, unbuckled him, threw his bag out of the car and told him again to get out of my car. He said he’d call the cops on me, I replied that the cops would side with me and not him. He started cursing that I kicked him out of my car for no good reason but I didn’t care!”

“First, you know how I feel about you driving the staff home; especially the guys. Second, how long has he been treating you like this? Third, I don’t want him in your car anymore or even near your car. Fourth, I will warn him NOT to piss you off and to respect you, not because you’re my kid sister, but because I have you on staff as management to run the restaurant when I’m not there. If need be, call me again if he treats you like this again and I’ll authorize you to fire him. Fifth, I do NOT anyone in your car with you if I don’t trust them 100% with you.  The only person on my staff that is not related to either of us, including my wife your sister in law, is R. I know that you drive him home almost every night. I’d rather you not but he’s the only one I trust with my life and your life. No other male staff member is allowed in your car without someone else in it with you two!”

“Understood loud and clear, boss!” I said, glad to know that my brother had my back.

“I’m off to call that bastardo back and tell him to back off of you. If he bothers you again, just let me know, ok, kiddo?”

“Got it,” I said. “Love you, meat head!”

“Good,” he replied. “Love you too, fat head!”

“Shit for brains!” I replied.

“Pea brain!” my brother said.

“Snot for brains!” I said.

“Puta!” he called me!

“Ooooh, like that hurt, brother!” I replied.  “That cut deep, hijo de puta!”

“Ok, I’m going to bed, you little brat! Get home safely!” my brother said.

“Will do, butthead. See you tomorrow!” I said.

I got home safely and went straight to bed. The next morning when I went into work, the dickwad ignored me most of the day, thank God for my brother. The day went on ok and everyone was asking if I was ok and I said I was fine then asked why. They said that this guy was informed that if he said anything directly to me during the next 36 hours that we worked together, my brother would fire him and file a harassment suit against him for harassing me constantly. I batted my eyelashes like I was in shock and claimed that it was news to me – even though I secretly knew my brother would do something like that to protect me.

The weeks have gone on since then and I’ve had no problems with him since. One time I had asked him to make me lunch and he did. I was surprised that he did and that it was up to my brother’s standards. At the end of the day, I went up to him and thanked him for lunch and that he surprised me which is a good thing. He looked a little surprised but he thanked me for my kind words and I went on my way.

A few days later, my brother fired the guy’s sorry ass.

How fastly things change

I wish things have been getting easier at work but things have become more difficult. My brother is still laid up in a wheel chair – which makes it hard for him to work in the restaurant, makes him desiring to be back to work sooner rather than later, I’m continuing to break up fights within the staff, yelling at some of the male staff for touching me inappropriately and me not getting enough sleep . My sister in law and her parents have been so amazing through this entire thing.

My brother has been doing so well but has a minor setback right now. One of the incision sites looked slightly infected so he had to go to his doctor’s to have it checked out earlier today. It was showing the beginning stages of infection so the staff at the office cleaned it out and the doctor prescribed antibiotics for my brother to take as a precautionary measure. The toughest thing to see and hear at the doctor’s office was seeing my brother SO cold. He’s NEVER cold; he’s always warm and wearing shorts and t shirts year round. At his in – law’s place, he had blankets on top of blankets on top of more blankets; somewhere in the pile of blankets, he had an electric blanket on the highest setting!!

Last week was my crush’s last week. The last night that he was in, I gave him a hug goodbye and walked off to my car and headed home. I’m embarrassed to say that I cried a good part of the way home. He’s a very good man and we had nothing for respect for each other. I knew that he wouldn’t leave his family for me but I still fell pretty hard for him. One of the employees brought him home and the following day, the employee told me that my crush was a bit upset that it was his last night and that he’d miss me terribly and wish he got to know me more; other than being the boss’s kid sister. Oh well. It’s better off that he’s gone because I’m hoping that there’s someone out there for me and I need to get over him.

Speaking of which, we have a new kid working at the restaurant. He’s a little bit younger than I am, pretty nice but very quiet. In the two or three weeks that he’s been here, we’ve barely said 100 words to each other; even when I’ve driven him home, we barely speak. He rarely speaks to the rest of the staff as well. I think he barely speaks to me because I’m the boss’s kid sister. Or so I thought.

On Tuesday night after I left early, he texted me to ask if I could bring him home and I replied with yes and that I’d return before he’s ready to go. I drove back and parked. Moments later, he stepped outside, came over to my car and hopped in. As I started to drive him home, he said that he doesn’t have any money to pay me gas money. I said that I wasn’t asking for it nor do I want it. He said that he feels bad that I drive him home and he doesn’t pay me. I told him that he’s kinda on my way home anyways so it’s no problem; if it was a problem, I woulda said something to him. Outta nowhere, he asked if he could return the favor by him giving me the best sex that I’ve had. Internally, I rolled my eyes. I couldn’t believe this guy!! Doesn’t he know who I am? Whose sister I am? Apparently he didn’t care!! For fuck’s sake!! Neither did I.

So I said sure. He said to get him home as soon as I could and I sped like a maniac the rest of the way back to his house. When I parked, he flew out of the car, running to the driver’s side to haul me out and drag me into his house, running past his family, right into his room. He slammed the door behind me, locked the door and just about ripped my clothes right off followed by his clothes. He stopped for a second so he could turn his radio on so no one could hear us but his family already knew what we were going to do.

He pushes me against the bed, my one shoulder hitting the bed post, making me scream in the process. He grabs my purse and dumps it so he could grab a condom, rolls it on and thrusts his seven inch long, three inch wide cock inside me. I scream in a mix of pain and pleasure. He pounds into me until I lose count how many times I orgasm.

He flips me over and starts fucking the hell out of my ass. In a matter of seconds, we both orgasm together. He pulls out, rips the condom off and flops to his side.

“I can’t believe how hard you made me and how hard I still am!” he panted. “If I hadn’t pulled a 12 hour day, I would be up for another round with you.”

“Lay back,” I said with a mischievous smile. Once he did, I took as much of his big cock in my mouth and sucked him for a long ass time. Twice, in a matter of ten minutes, he came in my mouth; screaming in pleasure both times.

As soon as he came the second time, he rolled me onto my back, spread my legs and used his mouth to pleasure my mound. In no time flat, he had me screaming in pleasure again.

“Freaky girl,” he called me as he rolled another condom on. “I’m really gonna make you scream out this time. I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t walk anymore!”

“I put 50 Shades to shame,” I said. “Tie me up, spank me, pull my hair, bruise my tits; I don’t mind what you do as long as your neighbors know your name when you’re done with me!”

Over the next hour and a half, he had his way with me countless times, going through who knows how many boxes of condoms. By the end of the time, I was hoarse, had a sore mound, sore ass from being spanked and fucked and huge bruises all over my body; tits included. He helped me get dressed, walked me out to my car, gathered his things and made me promise him that I’d text him when I got home.

Once home, I just got ready for bed, forgetting – purposely – to let him know that I got home ok. Not too long after I fell asleep, my phone started ringing and woke me up. It was him.

“What the fuck, boo?” he said. “You were supposed to let me know that you got home ok!! Jesus! I’ve been worried about you!”

“Good lord, Papi!” I said. “It takes me an hour to get home from your neck of the woods and after our fuck fest, you expect me to believe that you were worried about me? I don’t think so! But yes, I’m home, safe and sound. I’ll see you tomorrow!” I hung up on him and turned my phone off for the rest of the night.

When I went in the next day, I could barely look at him. Everyone, including him, asked me if I was ok. I said I was and that I hadn’t slept well the night before; which was the truth. I didn’t need to explain myself to them. For a good portion of the day, he kept looking at me to see if I was really ok like I said I was.

Later that night, he pulled me aside to ask me if I could give him a ride home. I nodded that I would and went to go finish what I needed to get done. I wanted to get done pretty fast so I could get him home and then on my way home. I finished in no time flat, gathered my stuff – bringing it to my car – grabbed my purse and told him that I was ready. He grabbed his stuff, changed in front of me, and then we were on our way.

We barely spoke, as usual, as I drove him home. It was a little awkward for me since I am the boss’s kid sister and this guy could care less, but whatever. We had sex and that was it. No need to discuss it because it meant nothing to either of us; other than a fuck.

“Thanks,” he said.

“No problem,” I replied. “See you tomorrow.”

“I meant for not saying anything to anyone about what happened last night,” he said. “The last person I want to know what happened is your brother. I have much respect for him; and for you – that I didn’t say anything to anyone. It’s no one’s business but ours.”

“Why on earth would I say anything? No one needs to know what anyone else does outside of here; especially when it comes to me. There’s a ton about me that my brother doesn’t know and that it’s not his business to know; last night included.” I said. “I just won’t fuck you again.”

“Why won’t we fuck again?” he asked.

“We both work for my brother, I expect whoever is my fuck buddy to stay fucking me alone – no other woman is permitted – you were around for a good fuck and nothing more,” I said. “You’re really not my type. Sure, you’re Hispanic, strong as all get out and attractive but we’re on different pages. I need someone to talk with and maintain a conversation but that’s not you. You’re a womanizer; I need a man instead of a boy. I need someone who can handle my strong personality and back down; not sure if that’s you but like I said I’m not interested in anyone who continues to womanize when I want a fuck buddy who won’t give me an STD.”

I drove off and went straight home. The entire time I was driving, he was calling and texting me but I ignored him. I didn’t have the patience to deal with him that night.

Thursday night he had off and worked on Friday. The entire night, he kept trying to flirt with me but I kept ignoring him until I had to drive him home. We talked about the last conversation that we had. I explained that the less we talk at work, the better it looks; like we’ve got nothing really to do with each other except for working the same days. He was hurt that I didn’t talk as much to him as I do with the other guys. I told him that I work with everyone else 6 days a week for the past 8 months and have a rapport and relationship with them; I wasn’t trying to exclude him but I’m not trying to offend either.

I worked Valentine’s, had off on Sunday, worked yesterday – as did he but he had a ride – and we both worked today and couldn’t really talk to him today because I didn’t feel like it. I know, it’s rude, but it’s not my job to be friends with him or anyone else on staff!!

As I was gathering my things in the office, he came up to me to ask if I could bring him home, I said sure but he knew that I didn’t want to even though he knows I will because I don’t want anyone walking home after dark, especially in such cold weather like tonight.

A few stressful weeks

Dear Readers,

I’ve had a really rough few weeks lately. Three weeks ago, my uncle, who’d been battling cancer, passed away. I took a few days off from working crazy hours at my brother’s restaurant in order to represent the both of us at the funeral.

            For a funeral, it was a good one. Luckily, the viewing was by invite only for non family members. The actual funeral service at the church was something I just really can’t put into words. The church was packed and there were people standing in the back. It was great to see how many people respected, cared about and loved my uncle.

After the service there was visiting time/mini repast before the actual funeral. It was just amazing to hear many personal stories about what a positive influence he was in the community as a pharmacist, a soccer coach (coached for 30 years), taught adult Sunday school and still raised a family with my aunt. At the cemetery site, it was just family and the pall bearers - who were former soccer players for my uncle. One of the guys kept a medal he won years ago when he played soccer and as he was paying his respects, he left the medal on my uncle’s casket. When I saw the guy do that, I just broke down crying; that was the first time I cried since I heard of my uncle’s passing.

The day after the funeral, I drove home. It took me a solid 15 hours. As soon as I got home, I had to do my laundry; it was 3 am. After I finished, I went to bed for a few hours then I got up a few hours later to head to work an 18 hour day. I went early to organize the desk in my brother’s office (where I do some of my work), paid some bills, went to see my brother, went back to the restaurant to check in with my brother’s second in command and got to work.

It was rather tough to work that morning because of the funeral and the lack of sleep I received the night before. I was drinking so much coffee to get me through the lunch shift. After the lunch rush, I grabbed my stuff and went back to my brother’s in law’s place (he was in a bad ski accident 6 weeks and broke his tibia and fibula in 18 pieces). We talked about the restaurant for quite a bit and finally he asked about the funeral. He held my hand as I told him and when I finished, we both were crying.

He called one of the guys from the restaurant to ask to spare two guys to come get me; one to drive his car back and the other to drive me and my car to my brother and sister in law’s apartment. When they arrived and rang the doorbell, I opened it and saw my crush (he’s one of the chef’s at the restaurant). I invited him in. As he walked in, he grabbed my hip and leaned to kiss my cheek.

The next thing we saw was a bottle flying in the air in our direction and hitting the wall behind us. My brother told my crush to keep his hands and mouth away from his kid sister. I chuckled and my crush turned red and reminded my brother that he’s married. My brother said that he didn’t care and does NOT anyone touching me as long as I’m his kid sister and that he’d castrate my crush and any of the male employees who touched me. My crush gulped and nodded. I said that my brother’s only partially kidding about the castration. My crush sarcastically replied that he was glad my brother was partially kidding. We left and headed to my brother and sister in law’s apartment. I was so tired I fell asleep in the car as my crush drove us over. He had to wake me up so I can figure out which keys were needed. As I settled down on the couch, I told him I’d call him to let him know when he could swing by to pick me up. He said that my brother texted him to tell him that he was going to stay with me as I slept a little bit. I told my crush to leave in my car and that I could take my brother’s car back. My crush showed me the text that my brother sent him. My brother pretty much told my crush that there is no way that he, my crush, will leave me alone at the apartment; it wasn’t a great area, the apartment’s on the first floor and that my brother’s worried about me. I huffed a response my crush didn’t like (something to the effects of “Eff off!”).

The rest of the week was non-stop with business and my brother’s second in command had to leave last minute to attend a funeral for his uncle was gone for a few days. My poor brother worked four 18 hour days from a wheelchair and in severe pain. My sister in law, such a precious woman, and I were his arms, legs, eyes and whatever else he needed. I had to help him out on top of hostessing, doing the books, cleaning, running errands, driving some staff home and pick others up for their shift, do some English to Spanish and Spanish to English translations for the staff.

Thankfully, my brother didn’t work Monday or Tuesday. He got his much needed sleep and didn’t have to travel before the blizzard hit us. I left early yesterday to drive my crush home (he doesn’t live to far from me) and then I drove myself home from his house. I was able to sleep in a bit today and arrived at work at 3:45 today since we opened at 4:30.

Now, I’m sitting in the office trying to catch up on cleaning, organizing and daily paperwork. In a little bit, I have to bring some of “my boys” (the male staff) home. Not all of them drive. Sometimes it’s a little hard to communicate with them because they speak Spanish (a few of them speak enough English to speak with me) and I, of course, speak English (with enough Spanish to tell them what needs to be done). If they speak slow enough I can get the gist of what they’re saying.

One of the guys that I drive home the most often, R, is a good man and one of the few men I trust 100% and with my life. I know that I’m safe with him, even though he’s the same height at me. I rarely get along with married men because of my strong personality and my so called “irresistible charm” but R is the only man (that I’m not related to) that I get along with; and one of the few that when I say that I love, I genuinely love him. He’s a good man, loves and respects his wife, his daughters, my brother, myself and the staff, is a God fearing man and wishes no harm or ill will on any person. He’s had my respect since Day One and I’ve had his.  We have such a good relationship that we joke around, calling each other “Love”, “Honey”, “Dear”, “Primero”, “Amore” and the like. Everyone’s a little unsure what to make of it because I care deeply for someone else and R is married and has kids.

My other “boys” don’t get as close to me as R does. They’re all leery of getting close to me because our boss is my older brother and despite me telling me that I’m just like them but they kinda fear me because 1. I’m the sister of our boss. 2. They respect my brother so much they leave me alone and 3. They know that if they touch me inappropriately, I will knee them in their baby makers hard enough to drop them to the floor.

I need a new job

My brother was finally able to get the soft casts off both of his legs and recently started physical therapy. He’s anxious to come back to work all day but he can’t handle more than a few hours at a time then he leaves for the day. When he worked Christmas Eve and New Year’s Eve, he had to take several breaks to rest and he was super cranky.

I love my brother very much and have a ton of respect for him but it’s very hard to work for him sometimes. Today, I forgot to talk to him about one thing and he goes off on me; yelling and screaming at me, calling me names. I understand that he’s in a lot of pain and is on heavy duty pain meds so he’s not completely himself. It really hurt me that he was like that towards me.

I expect him to be harder on me than everyone else but some part of me hopes that he realizes that the more he yells at me and the more he makes me cry, the more I work harder on finding another job someplace else, I think it’ll be better.

I’m exhausted after working all day 6 days a week while he’s not here. I’m up by 7:30 am, out the door by 8:45/9:15, at work by 10:15/10:30, work all day, go see my brother between lunch & dinner service, rush back, scarf whatever’s quick and easy to eat, work until 10:45/11:30 at night, drive an hour home, finish my computer work, go to bed at 2 or 3 in the morning and repeat the next day. I’m not getting the sleep I need and stressed the fuck out.

I spent a good hour and a half hiding in the office today, crying. That’s all I could do for the time.  Everyone asked if I was ok and I was horrible by saying that I was fine. They all saw my red, blotchy eyes and tear stained face and knew that I wasn’t ok. One of the “boys” sent my crush into the office to check on me. My poor crush! He had no idea what to do when he saw me the way that he did. He just stood there, handing me tissue after tissue; silently hoping that I’d stop crying like a baby. I apologized to him for making him see me like he did and explained that I’m under a tremendous amount of pressure with my brother out; I’m not sleeping nor taking care of myself like I should and that I’m really worried about my brother.

When I came in this morning, it was super embarrassing to see my crush because last night after leaving work, I had a one night stand with someone that is best friends with my brother. 

Crazy time in my life

Dear Readers,

I’m sorry I haven’t blogged much since October. I’ve been working 16 plus hours for my brother at his restaurant. My commute there is an hour there and than an hour back home after a long day.

Things have been a little crazy over the past few weeks due to the fact that my brother broke his one leg in 18 pieces (between two bones in the calf of his leg) and ruptured a muscle in the other leg in a skiing accident 16 days ago. He hasn’t been able to come to the restaurant due to having surgery in both legs. He’s doing better than what he has been doing, thankfully, and that it was only his leg not his neck.

The entire staff has been stepping up in their work. They come in earlier and stay later in order to complete all their work, they work harder and work better. A few times I had to physically separate some of the male staff because of the long days, stress of NOT having my brother here and some lack of sleep, their tempers went flying. A few times I was on top of it while I was in the office because the office is connected to the kitchen and I can hear everything that happens in the kitchen. The other times, I heard yelling that wasn’t normal so I had to go running from the dining room into the kitchen to see a few guys in each other’s faces ready to start a fist fight because of their exhaustion.

                Twice, I had to haul a few guys outside behind the building because they wouldn’t listen to anyone else but me. I screamed at them that fighting does NOT help my brother, does NOT help me NOR does it help the restaurant succeed. I told them that if they want to keep their jobs while I’m in charge, they need to sit down, shut up and work; they can bring their anger out later when they’re at the bar drinking and fight there. I don’t have the time for childish behavior like that because I’m constantly between the hospital where my brother was, the restaurant, running errands and sleeping when I could.

                My brother finally came to work on Tuesday but it was only for a few hours. Everyone who was there saw, for a rare second, the love and respect that my brother and I have for each other. We get along very well but when we work together for more than 4 hours, it can get a little hairy because we both have short tempers, get annoyed easily and blow up on each other at least twice a day; he threatens to fire me and I threaten to walk out with ¾ of the staff.

                He came in for a full day for Christmas Eve and I was super worried because of how he’d hold up. My sister in law and I both wanted him to come in for the afternoon into the evening because we knew he would get easily frustrated with the fact that he’s stuck in a wheelchair. He pulled through but left for a few hours so he could go home, relax, take a nap and come back refreshed for the Feast of the Seven Fishes that we were offering; we’re Italian and the restaurant is an Italian restaurant.

                At the end of the night, I gave one of the guys a very expensive bottle of wine for Christmas that he could share with his wife. That killed me a little bit inside because I care for him very deeply but I’m NOT the type to interfere with a happily married man who adores and loves his wife. He thanked me and gave me a hug, wishing me a Merry Christmas.

                Yesterday was a good break from working such long days and I was able to sleep in until 9 am. From the time I woke up to the time I went to bed at 1 am, I was nonstop since my parents and I had family over to celebrate Christmas. We enjoyed ourselves and had a good time.

                Today, I’ve been at the restaurant since 8 am and I’m here until 11:30 pm. I’m tired of these long days but at the same time, I’m grateful that my brother is getting a break and getting some sleep that he desperately needed. The last time he had a break was when he and my sister in law went on their honeymoon for two weeks out of the country.

                Just hope that my brother recovers quickly so he can return full time.

A murder mystery part 3

Not even 30 hours after calling this situation in to my boss and the morgue, I received a call to inform me that the server’s death was caused by a brain aneurism that exploded while he was in the walk in. What does that mean? He had a brain aneurism that reacted to the severe cold in the freezer and it exploded; that’s what caused his brain to malfunction and his inability to open the door. The manner of death was that he was frozen due to the aneurism causing the inability to move despite still having brain function.

I called my friend in the Health Inspection Department to set up an appointment later in the day with him. After getting off the phone with him, I call my brother to let him know so he’s at the restaurant for the appointment.

The day flies by with cleaning my and Vince’s apartment and then running to the restaurant to organize the place and get paperwork printed out and ready. I have the previous invoices of what my brother has in both walk ins plus new invoices of what will be shipped over once he’s got the green light from the Health Inspection Department.

Since we’re still early, I ask my brother’s second in command to prep the heavy duty cleaners with the supplies I’ve brought over; including the heavy duty rubber gloves, long rubbery plastic apron and the face mask – which kinda looks like a dust/allergy mask but it’s specialized to work with these heavy chemicals.

Just before he starts opening the containers, my friend from the Health Inspection Department comes in. We catch up for a few minutes as we wait for my brother and Vince to come on over. As I explain what happened, I show him the crime scene pics I took plus the pics that the CSI team too, as well as the sketch I did of the crime scene. My friend was happy with my thoroughness and he said that whenever I was ready, I could get started with the cleaning.

At this point, he didn’t realize I was pregnant so I explained that I talked to my brother’s second in command and he was able to start. My friend said that I could let him know to start once Vince, my friend and I left.

While he started in the corner, other staff members started throwing things out from both walk ins to be thrown out. It was a shame to waste all that food but with the health codes, we have to follow the rules and provide the best for our customers. My friend from the Health Inspection Department found Vince and me in the dining area with some paperwork for me to sign off to say that we tossed the contaminated food, bought more, cleaned and followed the laws in order to reopen the restaurant. Vince was looking over my shoulder as I was signing and reading everything quickly. He was surprised how fast I was reading and signing off on the paperwork.

“Babe. Aren’t you going to read everything before you sign everything? It’s like you’re signing your life away!!”

“Didn’t you know that I’m an attorney as well?”

“Um, no.
“Hmmmm. Thought I told you. Guess I didn’t, then!”

“Ok, so you’re the assistant chief of police, freelance employee of the FD, own and run a new business, help your brother out monetarily when he needs it AND you’re a lawyer? When the fuck do you have time to sleep?”

“You know I’m NOT leaving the PD anytime soon, I temporarily left the FD, I own the business but my former coworker is stepping in to help maintain it and make sure that my rules are being followed, my brother goes to my accountant with a list and if what he’s looking for is under a certain limit, he’s fine but if he requests more funds than that limit, the accountant reaches me to double check even though 95% of the time I ok it and yes; I’m an attorney, I have a current license to practice the law but I’m not representing anyone nor do I chose to.”

“Is that something that the Don wanted you to do? Go to law school?”

“He wanted me to earn a doctorate in Criminal Justice and I did but once we realized how well I was doing with classes and my ability to finish the classes before the semester was half way over, I asked his permission to go to Columbia Law School and he did; he also paid for it. When I completed law school and sat for the bar exam, I followed his consigliere as I waited for my results.”

“What’s a consigliere? Or do I not want to know?”

“It’s a lawyer meets counselor. Like if the Don wants to do something, I would advise him of what the outcomes would be and suggest something else. It got to the point where he’d come to me in regards of turning his family activities into legal practices instead of illegal things.”

“Speaking of the Don and the cardinal…..how are they doing?”

“Well, the cardinal retired and is now getting used to normal clothes. The Don has disbanded the family and the ones who remained breaking the law are now in prison and the ones that were now legal, turned themselves in; some earned some time and others didn’t due to their lack of activity in the family.”

“I know you said something about his personal money after he disbanded the family. What happens to it?”

“Little goes to his wife’s estate for upkeep, just enough to pay for college for his children; they’d have to work to earn an income during college, a good portion goes to charity and the rest goes to me.”

“How much goes to you?”

“35% goes to me, 50% goes to charity, 5% to the wife’s estate  and the remaining 10% goes to the kids’ college funds. Although he misses his wife but glad she’s no longer suffering, he still wants her vacant family home to be maintained and turned into some type of a learning center like a museum or an education after school program that tutors kids and provides meals to the kids year round….the planning board said that if it’s going to be an educational after school program, part of the charity will also send home food to those kids’ families that need the food. The board also wants it to be opened year round so the kids will have a safe place to go to and have positive role models and have access to food!”

A murder mystery part 2

It didn’t take Vince and I too long to get to the restaurant and entered through the back entrance. As soon as we entered, we put on little paper booties, latex gloves and a paper hairnet to prevent contaminating the crime scene. I tell the staff to shut down due to an air conditioning problem and to go out the front. My brother locked up behind them and put signs on the doors stating that they’d be closed for the day.

I head to the walk in freezer to where the server was, supposedly having his wanker in his hand. Well, the server was there but he was fully clothed and frozen solid.

I mapped the crime scene in sketches and then photographed the area. I called my boss to let him know what happened at the restaurant and that in my search the manner of death was accidental since the server was found frozen in the walk in freezer and his hand was on the handle to open the door but unsure of the cause; told him that I thought it could’ve been an aneurysm but the autopsy would show it.

After I hung up, I spoke with my brother and told him my findings. I mentioned that I’d pay for cleaning of the walk in freezer AND fridge; as well as reimbursement for the last food and supplies purchases in both walk ins plus replacements that he'd order.

“Dude, that’s well over $4,500,000!! Are you sure that you want to do that?” my brother asked.

“Dear brother. It’s not your fault that this guy died in your walk in freezer. You’ve helped me out countless amounts of times and it’s my turn to take care of you. It’ll be more than enough to cover everything plus losses for the next few days.” I said.

“You’re my kid sister. I hate the fact that you’re taking care of me; it should be the other way around. You’ve been lucky from doing your security jobs that made you become co heirs of those same companies to having a job with the FD, the PD and with your new company. We both know that you don’t have a brain for business but somehow you’re making it all work. Because of you I have 4 restaurants!”

As we were talking, the CSI team and my boss came to photograph everything and clean up. It took a number of hours. In the early hours of the morning, the morgue was able to pick the server up and take him back to perform the autopsy. We’d be getting the results within 36 hours. Normally we’d have the toxicology reports in a week but since we need to get my brother’s main restaurant back open……Hoping nothing gets missed in the reports.

A murder mystery part 1

We made love for the next couple of hours and then just laid in bed for a bit. As I rolled over to my side, I felt Vince curl up behind me. He reaches around me and starts massaging my tits; knowing that they’re sensitive and hurt already. I get turned on yet again and so does he. I can feel his cock get harder by the second.

“Babe?” he asked.
“Yeah?”

“How sore are you? I want you again,” he said.

“Pretty damn sore,” I said. “Are you wanting to eat me or are you gonna screw me?”
“Considering that I ate you not too long ago and you ripped out some of my hair, I just want to screw you,” he said as he winked at me.

“Nothing too crazy, baby,” I said. “I still want to be able to walk into the kitchen and make you some dinner!”

“I’m gonna have dinner now,” he said as he gently thrust his hard cock into my sore, wet pussy. “After dinner, I’m gonna eat dessert!”

He rolled onto his back, leaving me on top. I slowly slide up and down his cock to tease him. Thankfully, I’m tiny and a spinner, I spun around into a reverse cowgirl and rode him like hell!! As I slide down his powerful cock, he slides out from underneath me and now has me leaning over the bed with his cock still in my pussy. He gently thrusts a few times and shoots baby batter into me; after a few minutes, he shutters and is done.

We flop on the bed to catch our breath. I grab his hand and feel happy that I’m finally with someone that loves me.

“I need to shower and go to the office. Want you to join me?” I asked.

“Sure. It’ll be fun to see where you’ve been playing hooky from!” he said.

“Not like it was on purpose, bub!! There was the appy followed by Giuseppe and Paolo and then you getting me pregnant. And no, we won’t have sex in the office. Well, maybe if there’s only us in the office and no one else is around!” I said. “Plus we don’t wanna scare anyone with you making me scream!”
Vince chuckled and agreed with me. We hopped in the shower, got dressed and ate. Just before we left, I received a phone call from my brother.

“Hey, yo, Deppgrl. When can you get here? I need you here ASAP. Some crazy shit happened here and I want you here before the clowns come tromping through here causing an even bigger mess.”
“Seriously, ese?? Ugh. Ok. Vin and I will be there soon. Do you wanna tell me what’s wrong now or are you gonna surprise me for when I walk in?”

“One of my servers is dead; found him in the walk in freezer with his prick in his hand!” he said and then hangs up on me.

“Hey, Vin. Grab my big ass bag from the floor of my closet. You’re gonna have to carry it for me. We need to get to the restaurant and fast,” I said.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

“One of my brother’s employees was found dead and I gotta go take care of it before anyone else gets there. I’m the only one my brother trusts to be the first on the scene!” I said.

“Got any of those airplane vomit bags?” he asked.

“I got everything in the bag, even the utility sized vomit bags. If you’ve got a weak stomach, stay in the office. If you wanna see how I work, follow my lead and do as I say. Got it?”

“Got it,” he said.

“Then let’s hoof it over!”

Public sex

I was in complete shock with my conversation with Giuseppe that poor Vince had to guide me back to the apartment. I shared with him what the conversation was about and he was as shocked as I was. I was grateful that Giuseppe entrusted me with that money and to do the right thing. He knew what I did in the community and for the community.

Once inside the apartment, we had lunch and a quick nap. After getting up, we talked about getting a larger apartment. We figured that I have the money to buy two entire buildings anywhere in the city, so we thought we’d do that but unsure of a few buildings. I’m sure for a number of cheesecakes, the guys from the FD and the PD would help us move. So I called my brother to prep a shit load of cheesecakes and then we headed more towards Manhattan and found a few but both of us were picky.

I tend to solve shit over food. You gotta trust food; it’ll always give you the answer!! So I dragged Vince over to Bubba Gump. He had never gone before!! If I’m not at my brother’s restaurant, I’m at Bubba Gump.  Since I’m there often, we got seated right away and we were given my usual appetizers. The Cajun shrimp, the shrimp gumbo and shrimp macaroni and cheese. I asked the server to bring milk over and explained that my hubby doesn’t do spicy as well as I do.

We order a bit of everything and I swear Vince is sweating bullets moments into eating the appetizers so the staff ends up leaving a few gallons of milk at the table for us. Vince can’t handle the heat and I’m craving it even more now that I’m pregnant. During dinner, I was craving sucking my husband’s cock but I knew I had to wait for a few hours and brush my teeth a shit load of times. See, I normally don’t like to suck cock but my hormones are driving me nuts at the moment. I catch Vince’s eyes and slowly suck on my straw so he gets the hint. He gets the hint and lets out a low moan and curses.

“I want you so badly right now,” Vince said. “You have NO idea what you do to me. I crave you every day. I need to see you, touch you, be with you and be in you daily.”

“Give me two minutes then follow me to the ladies room,” I said, hatching a plan in mind.

“What? Are you crazy?” Vince asked me.

“I’d be crazy to pass up an opportunity to be fucked in a public place,” I said. “Life’s an adventure!!”

I grabbed my purse and away I went. I didn’t even bother looking back. I was only 75% sure that he’d follow behind me. I cleared the women out of the bathroom and locked the door. My phone chirped and I read the text; Vince was on the other side and ready to have sex with me. I open the door; he comes in and immediately locks the door. We’re ripping each other’s clothes off and at each other’s bodies in seconds.
Vince leaned me over a sink and entered my dripping pussy from behind. In a matter of seconds, he has me screaming his name as I orgasm. Seconds later, he reaches around and grabs my tits.

“Oh gawd, Vince. It feels so good when you squeeze my tits as you fuck me,” I said as I was moaning in pleasure again.

“I love your sensitive tits,” Vince pants as he’s pumping into me. “Every chance I get, I’m gonna get you pregnant!”

We orgasm together and I can feel him shoot baby batter into me as he’s thrusting deep inside me. After a few minutes, he shutters and he’s done. He pulls out of me and guides me against the door. He slides me up so he can ram his still hard cock into my sore and dripping pussy. I wrap my legs around his waist.

He starts to flick one nipple as he’s sucking on my other tit. Next thing I know, Vince unwrapped my legs from his waist and place both of them over his shoulder. Oh. My. God. G-spot alert! G-spot alert! G-spot alert!

He pumps slow and deep as I begin to scream his name; he begins to pumps into me faster and faster and as hard as he could. My pussy is dripping so much there’s a puddle underneath me. A few minutes go by, we orgasm together again. He takes his sweet time shooting baby batter into me; once he’s done, he shutters shooting the last of his baby batter into me and gently pulls out of me.

Once we catch our breath, he helps me off his shoulders. I’m glad that I’m still wearing my stilettos. I throw my skirt and my blouse on and shove my thongs into my purse. My hair’s a mess……the kind of mess that says: “I fucked my husband twice in a public place and he rocked my world twice!”.

He’s dressed and we try to discretely leave the ladies room but once we leave, there’s a loud round of applause, cheering and cat calls. One person was demanding to speak to the owner. The server pointed to me and said that I was the owner. Vince looked at me in surprise and I mouthed “Sorry!” and the complaining patron asked for the police. The server yet again pointed to me and said that I was the assistant chief of police. I decided to go over to the complaining patron to smooth some shit out.

“I’m sorry that the wild, crazy sex that my husband and I just had in my restaurant bothered you so much. The last time we had crazy sex like that in the building I own, the neighbor called my own SWAT team on me. Do you know how embarrassing it is to have 15 men look at you in lust mid sex with your smoking hot but yet older husband is shooting hot baby batter deep into your already occupied womb?” I said sweetly and with a Cheshire cat grin. “You and your family’s meal will be on me and your server will make sure that you have a $10,000 gift card waiting for you when you’re ready to leave. I believe that should be adequate, don’t you think? Now, if you’ll excuse me, I feel my husband’s cum dripping down my leg so it’s time for him to fill me up again! It’s a shame that I’m pregnant already because if I wasn’t, he would’ve knocked me up just now!”

The woman’s jaw dropped and no one in her party could say a thing. As I waved goodbye, I told her that I wished her husband learned a thing or two from mine. He winked at me and said he did!! I laughed as the wife turned beet red in embarrassment. As we left, we got another round of applause, loud cheering and few cat calls.

Once we were outside, we were laughing so hard we had tears streaming down our faces. We were able to stop laughing once we got back inside the apartment. I went into the room and stripped; leaving my stilettos on. I looked in the mirror and I admire my 3 month baby bump. Vince walks in and stands behind me, wrapping his arms around me, rubbing our baby.

“You’re so fucking hot with our baby, my love. Your tits are getting bigger and heavier,” he said as he reached up with one hand to massage one of my tits. “We’re going to have to stock up on baby formula, dear!”
“I think you love me for the baby bump and my bigger tits,” I said jokingly around. “Why do have to stock up on baby formula?”

“Once you evict the baby out in 6 more months, I’m gonna suck your tits dry as I fill your womb up with more baby batter. Every time you give birth to one of our children, I’m gonna keep sucking you dry and keep you pregnant. There’s nothing more than I want than to have you as the mother to my kids,” Vince said. “You’re a beautiful woman but you’re even more beautiful when I have you pregnant.”

“You can keep fucking me and getting me pregnant as long as you want to,” I said. “But for now, we can practice!”

Slow days are good

As the days go by, I see both Paolo and Giuseppe every day. I miss having these men being active and constantly calling and swinging by to visit me wherever I was at the moment (and me visiting them wherever they were). I am relieved that they are behaving themselves as they rest and recover. Giuseppe’s broken leg takes a little extra time to heal because of his older age. He can use crutches pretty well but he gets tired fast and is more comfortable in a wheel chair.

The both of them are being well taken care of; they’re eating better and gaining some well needed weight and now taking their medications regularly. Since Paolo was a priest with the local parish, he didn’t really have any family other than the rest of the priests. Giuseppe’s wife died a number of years ago so it was just him and his two kids; plus the mafia family.

Eventually, I had a chance to speak with Giuseppe alone. I wanted to discuss with him about him stepping down from the mafia and allowing the family to disperse. At first, he was adamant against it. But after taking some time to discuss it and recap of how we got to the ER, the broken leg, etc. He saw where I was coming from and promised me that he’d talk it over with the rest of his family; both blood and mafia families. I gave him a hug and told him that I’d return the next day to check on him. Before I got to the door, he gave me some shocking news.

“Um, Deppgrl? There’s something that I need to share with you before you go.  I think you should sit down before I tell you,” Giuseppe said.

“What’s up, Giuseppe?” I asked as I was yawning.

“This won’t take too long. You’re pregnant, tired and you haven’t seen your honey because of being with me all the time, but I promise it’s worth it,” he said.

“Okaaaaaaaaaaaay’” I replied.

“You know that I love you as I love my own children; maybe a little bit more than them. When I die, you get all the money. The houses get sold, the vehicles get sold….everything gets sold and you get the money. If you choose to give my ungrateful children money, that’s fine but I’d rather you not. They think that they deserve it since they were raised with no spending limit, got into trouble all the time, and had no respect for me years ago” he said.

“You know that I’m pretty much worth close to over a trillion dollars, right? I’m spending all this money and I still have more left over that I have no idea what to do with!! How much are you worth?” I asked.

“Living? I’m worth about three million dollars. Dead? That three million plus the costs of the sales of the houses and the vehicles,” he said.

“What’s the TOTAL worth, ‘Seppe?” I asked.

“Close to $1,500,000,000,” he said.

“What the fuck am I gonna to with all that money? I fund this assisted living place, I fund the hospital that you and Paolo and I were at, I fund over 25 animal shelters and 15 shelters for the homeless as well as 20 shelters for those who are trying to get out of abusive relationships. I bought my brother his restaurant. I helped my some of my family get out of debt. I pay for repairs for the PD and the FD, new equipment, new vehicles and new gear. I bought the building where I’m the owner and CEO of” I said.

“Buy a rehab center and refurbish it,” Giuseppe said. “My wife died because of cirrhosis of the liver and a drug overdose because of the lifestyle I brought her into. The kids think that I forced the alcohol and drugs on to my wife. That’s why I don’t want them to have the money.” 

Can't help that I'm addicted to sex!!

After a few days of rest and recovery in the hospital for Paolo and Giuseppe, they went into the same assisted living home for seniors until they were 100 % recovered. Vince and I helped them get settled and made sure that a few of Giuseppe’s men were lurking around just to make sure that these men were safe.

When Vince and I got home, we showered, ate and went to bed. Vince had no problem falling asleep whereas I couldn’t sleep. My hormones were driving me insane, making me want sex more and more but Vince is afraid to have sex often because he doesn’t want to hurt me or the baby; makes sense but I have needs, dammit!

As he’s sleeping, I gently take his boxers off of him and I take off my panties and bra. I gently wrap my hand around his appendage and start stroking him. I eventually pick up a little speed but once he gets harder, I wrap my small mouth around his 9 ½ inch long, 4 ½ inch wide appendage and start sucking him. He wakes up and moans. I have his attention now!
“Babe…..you gotta stop. Matt said another few days!” he said.

“Forget what he said, babe!” I said. “I need your cock and I need it now!”
“I love how you suck me!” he said as he flipped me onto my back. “Take all of it, babe!”

Thanks to my tonsillectomy when I was a kid, I can take my hubby’s entire cock in my mouth (and throat). I love how his cock tastes. After a few more thrusts, he unloads tons of thick, hot baby batter down my throat. Minutes tick by and he’s still unloading cum, grabbing my hair and screaming my name. He shutters for a second and he’s done.

While I’m still on my back, Vince spreads my legs and starts licking my core; his tongue puts Gene Simmons’ tongue to shame!! In a matter of seconds, Vince has his tongue deep inside my dripping pussy, licking in all directions and constantly hitting my g – spot. He teases me by biting my clit gently before biting me hard and causing me to scream my orgasm and his name.

Once I’m done, he gets up to get a bottle of lube; which we both know that I don’t need for my pussy…….He’s going through the back door! God, I love this man. I help him a little bit but I don’t help too much because I love when he cums in my ass.

I get myself ready with the nipple clamps, the crop, getting on my hands and knees and a pillow under my growing baby bump. I knew that with the nipple clamps would definitely hurt my sensitive tits and that I was going to love it. 
“The clamps are new,” Vince said as he’s aiming for my ass. “How do you want me to use them?”

“Enter me like you usually do but as you enter me, use the chains of the clamps to get leverage,” I explain.
“Basically you want me to pull on them as I ram into, right?” he asked. “Won’t that hurt your gorgeous but sensitive tits?”

“Yes,” I said. “That’s the point!”

“This may hurt a bit,” he forewarned me as he rammed his long and thick cock into my tight ass pulling my nipple clamps.

“Fuuuuuucckkkk!” we both scream.
“Again!” I said panting as he was thrusting deep into me.

“Again?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said.

Vince pulled out gently, put a little bit more lube on and then put the head of his cock into the entrance of my ass. He got the chains to the nipple clamps in his hands ready and rams into me a little harder.
“Fuck!” I scream again. “Do it again and pull the chains a little harder.”

He pulls out, hits my ass hard with the crop a few times, eliciting moans from me. He smacks my ass even harder, leaving red marks all over. He throws the crop off the bed, aims for my ass and readies the chains in his hands. He rams into me and pulls the chains a bit harder than he did the last time.

“Fuck!!!” I scream; panting as he thrusting into me again.

“Your ass is so tight, babe!” he said.

“Do it again,” I said hoarsely.

“How many more times?” he asked warily as he’s still fucking my ass pretty damn hard.
“Until you cum, make me lose my voice or both,” I said. “Take these clamps off of me!”

He took the clamps off of me, put a little more lube on his hard cock, aims, grabs my hips and rams into my ass again. He thrusts into my ass so hard causing me to scream. He grabs my tits and I cum.

He pulls out, takes a sip of water, puts the remainder of the lube on, aims, grabs my hips and rams into me harder than he has before; I scream in pain that he mistakes for pleasure and thrusts his humongous cock into my tight ass as hard as he can.

“Once or twice more and I’ll cum inside your ass, baby. I love your tight ass!” he said as he pulls out.

He spits onto his cock a little bit, grabs my ass and is ready to ram into my ass again.

“Bite that pillow, babe!” he said. “Practically going in dry!”

“Fuck, yes!” I said; hoping he’d be done soon. I love this but it’s getting a little too painful.

I don’t bother with the pillow as he rams me this time; as painful as it is, there’s still traces of lube. He pounds and pounds into me. I cum again; he pulls out.

“One more time,” he said.

He rams into my ass harder than he has before. He pounds into me so hard. As I’m screaming, he’s fucking my ass harder than I’m used to and I pass out.

I wake up with feeling something cool and damp on my forehead and something warm on my ass. I try to sit up but Vince keeps me laying down.
“Oh my God, babe! I was way too rough on you!! I could’ve hurt you and the baby!! I’m SO sorry!” he says as he cries.

“Vince, listen to me, ok?” I said. “We both wanted this. If I wanted you to stop, I would’ve told you to stop. I know you would’ve if I said: ‘Stop!’. I’m okay. I’ll be a little sore for the next few days. Unfortunately for me, that means no anal sex but you can always take care of my pussy,” I said. “I’ve had worse situations happen. I’m not mad at you. I’m fine, the baby’s fine and we’re fine!”

Vince went to get me some children’s Tylenol for the pain and brought me some orange juice. We spent the rest of the afternoon cuddling and kissing. We slept for a little bit. We got up, showered, dressed and walked a few blocks to my brother’s restaurant.

Once we were sat, the hostess said she’d get my brother. I told her for $100, we’re paying customers and that I’m NOT related to her boss. She refused the money and didn’t tell my brother that Vince and I were here. Thankfully the server that was taking care of Vince and I was pretty new and didn’t realize that I was the owner’s sister until he walked out to our table. 

“Why the fuck are you trying to bribe my staff into NOT telling me that you’re here?” my brother asks.

“Tonight, we’re paying customers. Fuck the fact that we’re related!! With all the times that we’re here and all the times you send out dish after dish after dish, you’re losing money, NOT making any!” I said.

“With all the cheesecake you buy for the FD and the PD, I’ve got employees from both tromping through here as if the doors revolved! They’re recommending to other people so whatever I send out to you gets paid for in the long run!” my brother said.

“Let’s make a deal,” I offered. “Every other visit, we’ll pay.”
My brother took me up on it and told me that starting next time we’ll pay; I growled at him. He chuckled. As usual, he sent out tons of food. We were SO full after our meals that we barely had room for dessert. After eating what we could, asked for the remainder to be packed up, I twisted the arm of our server so we ended up paying half the total price (we ended up paying $3,500 for half the bill, NOT including the $525 tip).

After saying good bye to my brother, we carried about 20 bags of food back to the apartment. At times like this, I was grateful that I had a huge fridge. Once the food was put away, I put on my pjs and hopped into bed. Vince followed suit a few minutes later. We fell asleep watching reruns of “I love Lucy”.

Had a wedding this past weekend

This weekend was very busy. I had the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner on Friday for my brother and now sister in law. Their wedding was on Saturday. And the brunch on Sunday. My buddy “DS” came with me. I’ve known him forever.

The entire weekend was a blast but the only downside was that I fell for my buddy that came with me. He’s the chivalrous sort; opened doors for me, helped me in & out of the car, etc. He was really attentive towards me, as he should of been (in my opinion), always made sure that we weren’t separated, got me something to drink, gave me his jacket when I was shivering. It was really sweet of him to be like this but he’s always been a gentleman for as long as I’ve known him.

The craziest thing is as we were saying goodbye to my brother and sister in law, my brother told me to be good and my buddy to keep his hands off of me. My buddy swore he was a saint (and he was) and I said that the only one between the three of us that was virgin was NOT me and my buddy turned a million shades red. I told my brother that my buddy doesn’t have anything to worry about, but my brother’s chef at my brother’s restaurant needs to watch out. My brother laughed hysterically and I winked.

It was kinda an awkward drive for a few minutes. My buddy asked how close my brother and I are; I said that we’re fairly close since my brother knows that I’ve been sexually active for  12 years. My buddy isn’t too thrilled to hear that but I gently reminded him that we aren’t dating. All he could say about that was: “Right”. He let it go for a few minutes and had asked me if my sex life got me into trouble. I said that it had on several occasions and I dropped it; I really didn’t want to talk about it. I’m grateful that he picked up on me not wanting to talk about it. After a few minutes of silence, I fell asleep in the car.

I’m not sure how much time had passed by but I woke up when I thought I felt weight on my left knee. I groaned a little as I shifted to let my buddy know that I woke up. His hand was on my left knee.

“You ok?” DS asked me.

“Mmmmm. In a few minutes I will. Guess I needed to rest my eyes for a little bit. The strangest thing woke me up.” I said.

“What was that?” he asked.

“What woke me up is feeling some weight on my left knee but then I realized that I was dreaming,” I said knowing that he was still resting his hand on my knee but acting as if I hadn’t notice.

“Well, I did. Didn’t mean to wake you up,” he said as he removed his hand.

“No, it’s fine. You can leave your hand on my knee,” I said. “If I was uncomfortable, you know I’d say something.”

He nodded his head in agreement. A few minutes past and I felt his hand slide up my leg to under my dress. He found my apex and moved my thongs to the side a bit so he could play with my apex. I was dripping wet and was moaning in pleasure. I glanced over to him and noticed that he was popping a tent. With one hand, I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and reached into his silk boxers to grab his package. It was larger than what I imagined. I began to stroke his entire package.

“I need to pull over before we crash,” he said as he pulled into an empty lot near the highway. “Just don’t stop!”

I didn’t stop but I knew I had to end this before we had sex. I hurriedly stroked his member straight through his climax. I grabbed a tissue to clean up and then some hand sanitizer. I got resituated in my seat and put my seatbelt back on and didn’t look at DS. He sighed, put himself back into his pants and got resituated. Without saying a word, he started the car and we were back on our way. I pretended to be asleep so we wouldn’t have to talk.

“Hey,” he said as he squeezed my hand. “Thanks.”
“For what?” I asked in confusion.

“For the wedding,” he said. “We’ve been friends for quite some time. You’re a laid back woman but very reserved. I’ve never seen you really let your hair until tonight. I didn’t never truly know you until tonight.”

“Oh,” I said, not knowing what else to say.

He reached over and held my hand for the rest of the drive. Once we got to where we met, it took me a few minutes to collect my stuff from his car and close to 3 trips to bring everything back to my car. As I threw the rest of my junk in my car, I waved over my shoulder to say good night.

“No,” he said.

“No what?” I asked. I was totally confused.

“Come here,” he said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me closer. “Thank you for inviting me to your brother’s wedding.”

“You’re welcome,” I said. “Please text me when you get home.”

Instead of answering me, DS leaned down and kissed me, his tongue gently opening my mouth. I acquiesce as I place my phone and keys on the hood of my car. We kiss for a few minutes until I pull away.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“This. This is wrong,” I said. “You know how I feel about you but you’ve told me that you’re interested in someone else. This is wrong; you should be kissing her but not me. You’re messing with my heart.”

“I do care for her,” he started.
“I hear a ‘but’. I don’t wanna hear it even if you’re describing my fat ass!” I said.

“I’ve known you for years and always saw you as my friend’s baby sister; even when we reconnected a few years ago. When I saw you tonight, I swore I needed heart meds. You made me lose my breath!” he said.

“Oh, shove it,” I said. “You like someone else. I get it. When I get all cleaned up, guys want me. This is what happened with you.”
“Yeah, I do like someone else but for several months I’ve realized that I care for you as well,” he said.

“It’s one of us, NOT both of us!” I replied.

“I….” he started.

“If you had ever given me the chance, I could've shown you what love is!” I said.

“I never knew that I could feel this way about you!” he said.

“I know that I’m the prettiest nor do I have much, but you wouldn’t want for anything! You’d come home to a clean house, food on the table, a strong drink if you wanted and you could have me whenever you want!” I said as I began to cry. “Hell, DS, I’d wear dresses every day of the week if you asked me to!”

I grabbed my phone and keys from the hood of my car and hopped in. I slammed my door, put my keys in the ignition and roared off, blaring some Ozzy. Thankfully at 1 am, no one was on the road and I got home in record time. After letting myself into the house and letting the dogs into the fenced in back yard. I sent DS a text saying that I was home and wished him a good night. Twenty minutes later, my phone chirped. DS replied to my text stating that he was home as well. I replied with thanking him. I put my phone on vibrate, let the dogs in and went upstairs to take a shower to get all the hairspray out of my hair.

In the days since the wedding, DS has called me and texted me several times a day every day; wanting and desiring to talk to me I never responded. He’s sent me flowers to my brother’s restaurant and the other jobs I work at but once I read the card, I tipped the person who was delivering the flowers and sent them back with the flowers. 

I know that he’s conflicted with me and whoever the other woman is, but he has no right to be kissing me unless it was only me.

Several things to do and something to think about

I fell asleep in a matter of moments. I was so tired from the emergency appy and rescuing my godfather. A few times during the night, I got up, walked around and stretched a bit since I was stiff and sore from the scuffle I got into with Jordy, my former partner.

One of the nurses felt bad for my and gave me another child strength Tylenol to help and some herbal tea. She is one of the new nurses here in the hospital and I barely knew her but we talked a little bit. She was a nosy one. She knows me as the woman who saved the hospital but doesn’t know my name…thankfully. She was asking me about the chaos that happened but I didn’t tell her at all. I was becoming uncomfortable with her questions so I pretended to be tired and returned to my room.

Once I went back in, I locked the door and I texted Matt asking him to come to room but he needs to bring the key because I locked the door. He replied that I must have a good reason why I did.

He came over in a matter of moments, bringing me a ginormus mug of hot chocolate. He knows me so well!! We started to talk quietly since Vin was still sleeping. I shared my concerns with him of the new nurse. Matt agreed with me that the concerns are real; he felt the same when Don, Paolo and I first got into the hospital and gave me her name so I could run a more thorough background check on her. Until then, Matt was going to keep her FAR away from Giuseppe, Paolo and myself…..Thankfully!

Vin wakes up a few minutes later so Matt and I end out discussion about the nurse. I decide to run a background check on her with a special app on my phone. As it’s working, I put down my phone and talk with Matt about the don and Paolo. They’re doing better but need to stay in the hospital for a few more days; partially because of trauma and partially due to their age. I trust Matt and if he trusts his colleagues working on the don and Paolo, then I ought to have faith and trust in them as well.

Matt left to go get my discharge papers.

“So. Once he steps down, you’re walking away? Like that’s it? No longer helping the family?” Vince asked.

“Yep. Not sure what will happen to the family after that. The don and I will still be in each other’s lives because not only is he my Godfather, he’s my godfather. He’s the only father figure that I’ve had in my life for years. To end that relationship is not beneficial to either of us. We see each other as blood family. My fear is that after this whole ordeal, he doesn’t have much time left. I think he’ll step down in a matter of weeks. He isn’t too close to his biological children so if need be, I’ll either buy a larger apartment and he’ll live with us OR I’ll put him in an assisted living place for people his age. We’ll see what he wants,” I said.

“Last resort is that he lives with us. Nothing against him but I barely know him. I’d rather it be just us and the baby,” Vince said. “I have so many years to catch up with you and getting to know our baby.”

“I understand,” I said. My phone started buzzing, beeping and vibrating. It was the background check on the nurse. I texted Matt stating that I had the results. Less than a minute later, he’s in the room a little bit out of breath.
“What’s the result say, Deppgrl?” Matt asked.

“A ton of fraud; Medicaid, Medicare primarily. Forging checks as well as a few suspicious deaths of patients in her care. You need to get her out of her ASAP, buddy. Like last week!!” I said.

Just as I finished talking, she barges in demanding who I was. Thankfully my boss was tipped off by my location of running the background check on her and also received the results, sent over a few officers to arrest her. Thankfully they came in time because she was lunging at me!

Hours later, I found out that she was charged with fraud, forging checks, the suspicious and attempted assault of an officer.

In honor of Autism Awareness

Adrenaline fades and a few more tests

The adrenaline had faded fast and Vince was relieved to have me back with him. He was still concerned about the baby despite Matt’s thorough exam. As my “boys” were discussing my and the baby’s health, I raided my fridge in the room. I grabbed a gallon of 2 % milk and a container of Oreos.  I took a few steps over to the cabinet to grab a glass, I over reached and had to brace my hip against the countertop. I guess after the adrenaline fading fast, the glass slipped out of my hand and fell to the floor breaking into a shitload of pieces.
Vince ran to pick me up and put me on my bed, Matt called for a sonography cart. After he placed the call, he came over pulling a flashlight in the size of a pen to check my pupils. They were slightly uneven and he rushed me to get an emergency CT scan.

After the CT scan, I had another sonography done to double check the baby. The results came back for that quickly. Once I was able to return to my room, the glass was already cleaned up and Vince was pacing again.

Once he hugged and kissed me, he placed a tall glass of milk and a large stack of Oreos on the table next to my bed. I dunked the cookies as I explained to him that the symptoms I was suffering from could be from a concussion but still not sure until Matt came back with results from the CT scan. I told Vince that I was positive that I had a concussion since I’m suffering from the same symptoms as previous concussions.

Vince tried his hardest to keep me awake until Matt came back but I dozed off a few times. He let me sleep for a few minutes and then wake me up in case I needed to vomit. I always felt it was a myth to NOT let a person suffering from a concussion to sleep but I appreciated his efforts.
After being woken for the third time (or was the fourth?), Matt came back with the CT results. He said that I had a mild concussion and he would give me the children’s dose of Tylenol to help with the pain. He didn’t want to give me anything stronger due to the pregnancy. The nurse came in a few minutes later with two chewable children’s strength Tylenol and an ice pack for my head. I can’t stand the chalky taste of the chewable tablets so I took them with water and then placed the ice pack at the base of my skull.

Once the nurse had left, I had asked Matt about Paolo and Don Giuseppe.  I was informed that Paolo was slightly sedated due to his old age and my godfather had a broken leg; thankfully it was a clean break. He did have a few bumps and bruises but nothing more severe than the leg. I asked about the security around the Don and I was told that there’s 2 outside the door around the clock, one inside the room (also around the clock) and a few nurses who are doubling as security. I sighed with relief knowing that my godfather/Godfather is alright.

Matt gave me a hug and left me with my worried hubby. Vince gently sat on the bed and held my hand.

“Do you need a little music to help, my love?” Vince asked me.
“Yes, please,” I said. “Some Josh Groban would be nice!”

“Of course he would be, il mio amore. When I get you out of here, I’ll get us tickets to go see him in concert,” Vince said.

“No need to get tickets. I’ll give him a call to find out when his next concert is and we’ll go. If it’s in a few weeks and we need to take a plane, Matt needs to clear me before we go. If it’s in a month, it’ll be fine,” I said.

“Wait. You know him?” Vince asked incredulously.

“He knows that I can return a favor,” I replied. “He’s needed a favor from me, I returned it.”
“Amore…..are you planning on taking over the Don’s family, as Godmother, once his health fails or he retires?”
"No. Just as a counselor and yes, Al, my boss from the PD is aware of this," I said. "He's the one that actually suggested that I get Giuseppe on the straight path and Giuseppe is in agreement. He said that once he retires, I will step down and his children will decide what to do with the family."
Vince looked relieved that I'll be stepping down when the Don retires but it appears he wants to discuss this more but he lets it go for now.