..they had always shared a double room in two. Now, only for this trip, Laurel & Hardy had a new companion, a fucking private accountant, an independent business consultant, so to say, who happened to be also Francesco Paolo’s brother in law. He had to be in the single room, while Laurel & Hardy shared the double, so him, the accountant, was the only one with a room at disposal for the big action with some of those asian spicy harlots.
Francesco Paolo had no chance, not at all, that bloody brother in law, not only had to use the only single room available for himself alone, not only he was free to fuck around as he pleased, that would not be unjust enough, no, he was also his third wife’s brother. So if there was an individual even less appropriate then his son, to take along with them in that trip, that was precisely his brother in law.
This time Francesco Paolo Mazzei was travelling with the son of his second marriage, the brother in low of his third marriage, he was extremely aroused and needed to lay in bed immediately, right there, at the arrivals, with no less than a dozen of asian prostitutes (just like the average Italian man, after having spent several months – secretly – jerking off in Italy, and 15 hours flying to get there) and yet he did not want to be seen fucking around from each of them two dangerous witnesses. He had them both with him at the same hotel in Wan Chai. Pitiful.
Francesco Paolo was furious with himself and with his partner who had not shown up. Had he taken the cash? Likely, and that was distressing already. But what really troubled his mood was the presence of the other two companions. Why had he been so stupid to take them along with him? The son was always with him, he had gone with him like this all the times. But why? All the expenses were doubled, he had two men of the same organisation doing the same thing at the same time, the product of one with double expenditures, in addition, he could not allow to be seen by his second son flirting with whores…and now they were even in three.
He desperately wanted, desperately needed, to swim in an ocean of easily available women, he had the money to pay them, a suitcase full of VIAGRA, he was charged and ready to kiss them all, to fuck them all, to have deep anal sex with all of them, but he had to take those two spies along, as if he was afraid of travelling alone.
That was, and is, the extent of the Italian Hypocrisy. Italian men do not masturbate, or so they say. And yet they secretly spend working hours, at the office, jerking off on the computer, while watching porno movies and (it has to be free of charge, because nobody is ever willing to pay) free of charge porno videos. If one checked an Italian porn website’s google statistics, he would find out that the lapse of time in which web visitors are clicking on it in mass is concentrated from 9 AM to 5 PM. That proves unequivocally that they watch porno website and porno videos in the office, not at home, using the company’s computer, the company’s working and paid time, and not being seen by wives, parents and relatives…