An adoption

It was the same every time. The headmistress of the orphanage called Jon into her office. Jon knew exactly how it would go, it was like that from the beginning. People looked at him curiously and then disappointedly, he wasn't the right person. He would turn on his heel and leave without saying goodbye. He used to cry every time, but he was no longer a baby. He entered the office and said hello politely. The headmistress smiled at him. He looked at the two guests curiously.

She was a beautiful young woman, only a few years older than him. He was probably her father, Jon guessed he was in his mid-50s. He looked like someone who was used to being bossy. Like him, the man had an Italian hooked nose, a striking feature. Strangely enough, he took his daughter's hand and nodded encouragingly at her. The young woman spoke up. "How old are you, Jonathan, and are you still in school?" Her voice sounded full and very feminine. "I'll be 17 in three months and I'm in high school, my A-levels."

The headmistress interjected, "Jonathan is taking his A-levels in June. He's the best in his class and will probably graduate with honors." You could clearly see the pride in her. "The poor guy has been with me since he was a young boy; he lost his parents early. I promised him I would find adoptive parents, although he could probably stand on his own two feet after he graduated from high school. But I'm pretty stubborn when it comes to keeping my word."

She wisely didn't mention that she owed him, as he had been fucking her every Friday night for six months, as her marriage had broken up. She had called Jon into her office and put on a face for everyone to see that she was going to slaughter Jon. Everyone walked away grinning. So no one saw how she got Jon around, how she managed to get him to fuck her under the promise of secrecy. Or had to. It didn't really matter, he was fucking a real, grown woman, who was also married. She usually looked rather plain, but when she provocatively and frivolously undressed and exposed herself completely naked provocatively willing in front of Jon, his companion stood at attention like a guardsman. She was only just over 40 and a goddess when it came to fucking. Her husband must be a pretty stupid person to choose an 18-year-old over her. But that wasn't his problem. He fucked her every Friday with great pleasure and she came back on her feet. She would take her husband of every cent she could get. And she had known for years that Jon was a very good fucker; he had fucked with every girl in the house without making a big fuss. Jon often thought about how a husband could ignore a woman who was such a great fucker. Not for an 18-year-old who had nothing to offer except youth. Jon liked to fuck the mistress, that was the main thing. He startled up, the conversation continued.

The conversation trickled along, the young woman talked like a waterfall. Her name was Jennifer, and she performed in the evenings under the stage name Michelle as a singer in one of the expensive bars owned by her husband Gino. She squeezed his hand and looked at him lovingly. Aha, not a father, but a husband. Businessman and money to burn, Jenny-Michelle continued. "Unfortunately, I can't have children. Like most other women, I wanted to adopt a baby first, but Gino curbed my enthusiasm. Toddlers meant diaper changes, screaming day and night, teething illnesses and was very tedious. We agreed that adopting an older child would give him a good family and we would still have a child. Well, what do you think, Jonathan?" Jennifer and Gino looked at him expectantly.

Jon had already made his decision long ago. "I'll be ready to travel in 15 to 20 minutes!" He shook hands with Jennifer and Gino and nodded gratefully to the headmistress

He left, packed his suitcase and said goodbye to the few friends he had and to all the girls. He had fucked most of the girls in the last few years, actually all of them except for Jeanette, who hated him for God knows why. He hugged them all and sent a nice farewell message to the few who weren't there. Jeanette cried very loudly and threw herself around his neck. She kissed him a thousand times and ran away sobbing. Jon didn't understand it.

The headmistress had already finished the paper work and was discussing the next steps with his adoptive parents. Jon was sitting in the back seat of the expensive, new and not too flashy Mercedes. They drove into the city center, Gino left the car in the underground car park. He said goodbye, he still had to work and would come for breakfast tomorrow. Jennifer drove with Jon to the second floor, where there was a fancy restaurant. "Good evening, Michelle," the maître de salle greeted them, "your table is reserved as always. I'll have a second place setting laid out right away!" Jennifer pushed Jon forward. "François, may I introduce Jonathan, my adopted son. Jonathan, this is maître François, he runs the place." François shook his hand, "I am Gino and Michelle's slave, but with a princely salary." François grinned winningly. Jon could come to him whenever he wanted, said François.

He and Jennifer got the best table on the podium. They ordered. Jon said, "A lemonade and a small piece of meat with fries and vegetables, please." Jennifer also introduced him to the waiter, whose name was Mario and he was the masters — that's what all the subordinates called Gino and Jennifer — so he was assigned to serve the masters. He, Mario, and no one else. Jon and Jennifer ate well, Jon was extremely hungry and enjoyed it. He let her do the talking, he ate ravenously and didn't say no when Jennifer ordered two espressos and the house cake. He declined the cigarette that was offered to him, he didn't smoke at the time.

Jon asked her if he could hold her hands? Jennifer held her hands across the table. He took them and looked at his cake. After a few seconds he let go of her hands again. Jennifer drank another red wine and he took a fruit juice. They continued their conversation.

Jon had a secret that he had never told anyone. When he took a person's hands in his, he could read their thoughts, recall all their memories. He had looked into Jennifer's soul. He had seen her masturbating since her early youth, in thousands of mind videos. He saw her letting her young friends fuck her between her pressed inner thighs and squirting their juices up her inner thighs into her pussy, but he didn't really deflower her or fuck her. He saw her pompous wedding with Gino, who deflowered her on their honeymoon in Venice and fucked her every day. He saw her love for him, who reciprocated. She sometimes fucked the waiter Mario, but no one else. She knew that Gino fucked one very young girl after another every few days, but she ignored that. She was happy for him, it was never anything serious, just sexual desire.

Jennifer told him that she was clearing out the children's room again and that he had to choose the furniture himself. Somehow she got to the topic that interested her most. His love life. Jon held nothing back, he just lowered his voice. If he didn't have a girl at hand, he masturbated with his fist. But most of the time he had one of the girls from school or the orphanage to fuck. Except Jeanette, who was very pretty and fucked the boys a lot, but not him, she had a strange aversion to him. He had already fucked all the other girls in the orphanage, several times of course. He didn't touch the staff in the orphanage, he had witnessed the dramas of the other boys too often. He didn't go outside the orphanage and school very often, he wasn't the type to go after girls. "That's all, Mom," he said. She had listened carefully. "No, say Jennifer or Jenny, but not Mom, okay?" Jon nodded, "Okay, Jenny."

He would stay in the guest bed, Jennifer said, until his own room was ready. "Okay," he said, "and I thank you and Gino for taking me in. I promise to be a good son!" They took the elevator up to the penthouse. Jon was overwhelmed by the panoramic view and went from window to window. She showed him the guest room, which was right next to her bedroom, and the bathroom. He could shower every evening if he wanted. He unpacked his things, got a towel from the bathroom and went to shower. He was almost finished when the door opened.

Jennifer came in completely naked. "Can I shower with you?" she asked in a friendly, clear tone that could only be answered with yes. He looked at her. She was young, slim and beautiful to look at, her shoulder-length reddish hair fell down in slight waves. Her breasts were full and very beautiful to look at. She had epilated her pubic hair, she turned around in circles several times and let him look at her proudly.

She handed him a bath sponge and shower gel. "Will you wash my back, please?" Jon soaped her back and her ass cheeks too. She spread her ass cheeks with both hands. He then washed her ass crack and she stretched her ass even further towards him. "Yes, here too, please," when he accidentally touched her pussy crack. He washed her pussy and penetrated her pussy hole with his fingers, searching for her clit. She sighed and moaned, her whole body began to tremble and she curled up, her body shivering in orgasm. After a few minutes she straightened up, turned around and took the bath sponge. She grabbed his cock, twisting and turning it in her hand for several minutes until it was stiff to the point of bursting. "A nice and good cock," she said without further examination.

They dried themselves off next to each other and Jon asked how old she was. "24," she said and smiled. "We got married 5 years ago, I was only 19. Sexually very inexperienced." Jon said he had started having sex a good two years ago, when he was 15. She turned to leave. "If you want, you can sleep at my side," she murmured as she left. Jon's mind was racing. He went into his room first, then he went naked through the connecting door. Jennifer was lying naked on the bed and he lay down next to her. She caressed his hard cock gently and softly.

"No, you don't need to think about Gino, now a little dancer or a very young hooker is lying next to him. We love each other very much, but sexually we don't strangle each other. We have sex sometimes, but not all the time. We agreed on that when we found out that I couldn't have children." Jon nodded, he had heard of an open marriage. Jennifer kissed him on the lips, then with a French kiss. "Can I fuck you, Jennifer?" he asked to be sure. She nodded, "But I like it slow and sensual, not hard and brutal."

Jon and Jennifer kissed and cuddled until they were both hot. Jon's fingers found her clit and he got her going in no time. Her clit was rather small and well hidden. That didn't stop him from masturbating her until she was just about to climax. He penetrated her very carefully and considerately. She had a pussy that wasn't too tight, just right. He started to fuck her slowly, paying attention to Jennifer's signals to synchronize his pace with hers. This was very important, he knew it very well. He held back the squirt and watched her carefully. She smiled as the orgasm approached on silent soles. "I'm about to cum," she breathed. He increased his pace and squirted in the middle of her orgasm. They lay next to each other, panting and gasping for air.

"I'm really surprised at how well you can fuck!" whispered Jenny. He returned her compliment. "You've adapted very well to our fucking together and made it possible for me to have orgasms together and at the same time!"

From then on they fucked every evening and Jon could concentrate on school and his A-levels. He was, admittedly, very ambitious.

Sometimes, when he was suffering from a mighty morning wood, he would fuck the Italian chambermaid Laura in the morning, who was wearing only a short house dress, with nothing underneath. When she was kneeling and scrubbing the floor, the dress would slide up and expose her pussy crease. The first time he stood facing the girl of his age with lustful eyes, he opened the top buttons and she opened the other buttons, grinning exposing her body. The girl had huge breasts and a huge ass. She grinned mischievously as Jon caressed her enormous breasts. She grinned conspiratorially and approvingly, she turned around and bent to the floor, stretching her enormous ass towards him. With both hands she spread her ass cheeks and with her fingers her pussy hole, which glistened wetly between the black pubic hair. He penetrated her, her pussy was tight, soft and hot. He only fucked her for a good five minutes and felt her finger on her clit. "You may squirt inside without worrying, Master Jon," she gasped, "I won't get pregnant!" Her pussy twitched with every powerful jet he shot inside her and her finger raced to trigger her orgasm as he squirted.

Jenny and Gino usually went away together at the weekend, Jon stayed at home to study. Maître François served him himself, Gino had transferred Mario to the other side of town. Fucking the boss's wife would have cost Mario his head in the old days. To his surprise, Jon discovered that all of Gino's employees were former criminals, literally all of them. They were thieves, burglars, traffickers or prostitutes. François was of course informed that he was alone, perhaps Jenny had given him clear instructions. In any case, he asked Jon in a quiet voice which of the waitresses he liked to fuck. François shook his head, "No, not this one, she's an ironclad lesbian." He pointed with his chin to the coffee machine. "Perhaps Lin, the little Chinese girl?" Jon looked her over and said he liked her too. Lin took off her apron when Jon got up after dinner. She walked behind him to the elevator and they went up without saying a word. She seemed to know the penthouse and headed for the bathroom. "We have to shower first, Master Jon!" she said firmly. They showered together, he had time to look at the little Chinese girl.

Her long black hair fell over her shoulders, her even face was flawless, but he could only guess how old she was. "I'm 17, almost 18, Master Jon, old enough!" Her breasts were tiny and round, a small, narrow black bush above her slit. She was slim, almost skinny, and her body was clearly that of a child. She got on her knees and took his cock in her mouth. No one had ever done that before. She licked and sucked it and when he tensed up before he squirted, she pressed his cock deep into her throat with both hands on his buttocks. She smiled, she had been doing that since she was a child, it was the custom in her family. She kept the cock in her mouth, she continued licking and sucking until the cock was standing upright again.

He led her into his room, where he rarely slept. Lin's pussy hole was no tighter than Jenny's and, it must be said, she was completely passive when he fucked her, it was literally being fucked. She shook her head, she never had an orgasm when he fucked her and she didn't masturbate while he was doing it. The first time, she was full of disgust at letting Jon masturbate her after fucking her, but he prevailed. Only after a few times did she say that she secretly masturbated every night before going to sleep. Her mother had forbidden her to do it as a child, only old women who were no longer fit for fucking did that. Her mother hit her fingers with a small bamboo stick. Her resistance arose immediately and she continued to masturbate despite the blows until she was violently shaken by orgasm. She got used to the bamboo stick blows and continued to masturbate cheekily. The mother continued to beat her, but she stared fascinated at her masturbating daughter.

At 13, the family thought she was old enough to fuck. Now, like the other three wives, she was fucked by everyone. The three brothers, her father and the two uncles came with her father's sons from Hebei in China 20 years ago, Lin herself was born here. The extended family still lived according to the customs of their homeland. Wives were taboo until they were pregnant for the first time, perhaps to ensure the husband's paternity. After that, she was fucked by everyone she wanted, her husband, his brothers and all the sons. She was very unsure as to which of all of these was actually her biological father.

Maître François was the first man outside her family to fuck her extensively before she was hired, Jon was the second. She went to him to fuck every time his adoptive parents were away.

Jon passed his high school exams with distinction and sent a copy in his thank you email to the director of the orphanage. He thanked her for the good times at the orphanage. Jennifer had ordered a good three-course meal in the restaurant, and this time Gino came too. The praise from his mouth was not light-hearted, he was always sparing with praise. But he could recognize that Jon had achieved the best with hard work and sweat. Gino wanted to know what he was planning. Jon had butterflies in his stomach, he knew it, but he was still hesitant to tell Gino. Instead, he asked if he could give him money so that he could go on the graduation trip. "Yeah, sure, and where are we going?" asked Gino. "To the island of Mallorca," said Jon and thanked him for financing the graduation trip. "I hear from Jenny that you two get on well. It's a shame you can't take her on the trip!" Jon shook his head, only the high school graduates were going.

The graduation trip was a success. There was a good hotel, beach, sand and sun. There was quite a lot of drinking and Jon stayed out of it, he didn't want to start drinking alcohol at 18, fruit juice was good enough. He wasn't surprised that the now adults were fucking like crazy. Everyone fucked everyone, he fucked all the girls in his class and many from the parallel class. It started after breakfast and didn't stop until dawn. He didn't even count how many girls he fucked. He fucked some girls with sadness, because it was a farewell fuck. But he also fucked some of them curiously, because they hadn't fucked each other before. Only a few of these girls had enough experience, the girls in the orphanage and Jenny really fucked much better. The girls who had been fucked in incest for many years fucked the best. On the 9th day they flew back.

He came back as a mature man, he had fucked 35 to 40 girls on this trip, he estimated the number on the return flight. About the same number as he had fucked in the many years in the orphanage, but there all multiple times, many times. The girls in the orphanage were all much younger than the high school graduates, most of them were underage. But now he was looking forward to Jenny and Gino. Fucking Jenny would be great, he was sure of that, absolutely sure of it. She picked him up at the airport and they were already making out in the back seat of the taxi. He was home again!

Gino called him days later. Could he come to his office tomorrow morning, say at 10? Jon went to see Gino the next day. It was his first time there, even though he had been living with his parents for more than half a year. He went into the office, Gino pointed to an armchair, saying he would be finished soon. He typed for another minute and put the tablet aside. He looked at Jon in a friendly and serious way. "What do you want to be called, Jon, Nathan, Nate or Jonathan?" he asked to start the conversation. "Jon, everyone calls me that, Dad!" he replied. Gino jumped. "Please call me Gino, just Gino. This whole adoption and playing parent thing is Jenny's idea, although of course I was and am OK with it. You passed your high school exams with flying colors, I was very happy about that. It showed me that you can pursue a goal, no matter how much you have to sweat. That really impressed me, you could just as easily have played the spoiled rich mama's boy, Jenny would have accepted it. I was less so. But it was a good, enriching time." Gino lit a fat cigar and pressed a button on the telephone system. He didn't want to be disturbed.

"You see, I don't have a secretary, I do everything myself, I run things from here. It works really well. Yes, of course I used to have secretaries, but it never went well, work and fucking are two different things. I learned that from that. But now let's move on. What do you think my business is?" Gino looked at him, somewhat amused. While he was still thinking, Gino said, "No, let's start at the other end."

"Tell me, how do you like fucking Jenny?" Jon was completely surprised by the question. He looked Gino straight in the eyes. Gino laughed loudly and said, "I thought so. No, that's fine, that's no problem. You don't have to answer, your look says it all. No problem, Jon!" He puffed on his cigar and scratched his chin. "I want to ask you what you want to do now. Look for work, study, go on a journey?" Jon could see from Gino's face that they had now reached the crucial point.

"I want to go to the police academy and then join the police force. The academy is free if you commit to 3 years of service." Jon looked straight into Gino's eyes. Gino smiled and nodded. "Don't be mad at me, Jon, but I already know that. I asked one of my specialists to search your laptop while you were lying in the sun in Mallorca. Don't be mad at me for that, because you will know my motives."

Jon nodded. "It is your right to look into who you have brought into your family and into your dear wife's bed!" Gino nodded. "It is important to me to know everything about you. Little Lin, the chambermaid Laura. I would be a fool not to get to the bottom of the secrets!"

Gino puffed on his cigar. "I've been watching you for over 8 months now. I married Jenny because we love each other very much, but I wanted to have a family so that I could hand over my business one day. Things didn't go quite as planned, you know that. In the first few minutes when we met at the orphanage, I had the feeling that you could be the one. That's the purpose of this conversation." Gino's face disappeared behind a thick cloud of smoke. Gino poured himself a drink. He offered Jon a glass of sparkling mineral water.

"You won't be surprised what I'm going to tell you. In short, I'm a crime boss." Jon leaned forward, he really had no idea.

Gino continued. "I worked my way up the ladder in a questionable way. Now I own over 56 rental houses in the city, three dozen upscale bars and restaurants. And two brothels, of course. No, wait, let me finish.

I've focused on quality, wanting to stand out from the dingy bars and cheap inns. The rental houses and apartments are run by reputable companies, as are the bars, coffee houses and restaurants. I do everything I can to clean up my businesses and keep them clean. I don't want to die as a crime boss, but as a respected entrepreneur. That's my ultimate goal.

I started ages ago with a gang of 60 cutthroats. Now none of them are in my employ. I still have a gang of 30 guys to protect my companies and to protect me. There is no more murder and manslaughter, no drug dealing, no arms dealing. I swear to that. Well, extortion, protection money, trafficking girls for my brothels, yes. I still do that. But that is to be phased out in the long term. I have almost reached the threshold of legality, that is the end goal. And I need a successor, I have to train him in the business. That would be you, I could retire with Jenny without having to constantly look back over my shoulder. What do you think?"

Jon's mind raced as Gino explained all this to him. Gino's reasoning was understandable and logical. "There is just one small obstacle. I want to be a police officer." Jon's voice sounded rough and hoarse. No further words were needed, the dilemma was clear enough to grasp.

Gino lit the cigar again. "I'm not surprised how clearly you see it. I've thought about it a lot, now you have to choose between two options. First, you choose the police academy, then you have to leave my family, Jenny and me. Or, you work for me for a whole year, get to know the business from the bottom up. One year, then you have to decide." Jon nodded thoughtfully. "A fair offer, although I would choose the police academy at the moment. But I'm happy to be your son, Jenny's son. A brusque rejection of your offer, Gino, I don't want that. Let's postpone the decision for a year. I'll work for you for a year." There was a long silence. Gino came around the desk and shook Jon's hand. "We have a deal, Jon." Jon returned the handshake and read Gino's soul.

The next morning Enrico came. Gino had assigned Jon to him as a newbie. He wanted to be called Enrico, no shortcut, no matter how well-intentioned. He took Jon to a clothing store. He needed suitable clothing. Jeans, leather jacket. Payment would be made later, Enrico told the owner. He took Jon to the "boarding school", which was the headquarters of the 25 or so men. He introduced Jon to everyone individually. Jon was Gino's son, he was to be introduced to the business.

Luigi, the gunsmith, picked out a small pistol and a pistol holster for him. "If you want another one later, come to me." Luigi led him and Enrico into the basement, where there was, among other things, a small shooting range, 10 meters. Luigi shot first, followed by Enrico and lastly he. Enrico had the best result, Luigi and Jon were tied. Jon had never held a gun before and he was amazed at how well he could shoot. Enrico showed him how to disassemble and clean the gun. "We only shoot to defend ourselves. That was very rare, but now it happens more often. New gangsters and gangs are moving into the city, so bullets are flying. But no one has been killed recently. We shoot to incapacitate them, not to kill them. Orders from the boss." Jon was relieved, he could accept that.

The daily routine was simple. They met in the morning at the boarding school, then they went on the road in small groups. Enrico went with Jon alone, they went from bar to bar, from restaurant to restaurant, from shop to shop, from apartment building to apartment building. Jon was a little surprised, all the Chinese, Vietnamese and other Asian shops in the city paid protection money to Gino. The gang members paid the protection money into Gino's bank account the next day. Gino was ruthless if even a cent was missing. Enrico said that Gino's men had driven the triads out of the city once and for all. They were never able to gain a foothold again.

Things got serious. An old Asian man refused to pay the protection money, the Pizzo. Several groups met and took the man with them. Enrico whispered in Jon's ear that the old man would be beaten up a bit and sent home that evening. Jon waited until his comrades had left and told Enrico that he wanted to stay because the old man had a daughter. Enrico nodded and sat down on an armchair in the bedroom.

Jon grabbed the old woman by the wrist and threw her onto the bed. "The daughter! I want your daughter!" She didn't move a finger. Jon grabbed her by the neck. "Daughter! Daughter!" he yelled at the old woman. She felt his fingers on her neck and called out loudly in her language. A moment later the daughter came in; Jon had seen her before. The old woman mumbled something and the daughter nodded. She undressed herself infinitely slowly until she stood naked and exposed in front of Jon. She wasn't particularly pretty. Skinny, her breasts not worth mentioning, a small bush of black pubic hair. Her clit peeked out a few centimeters from the pubic crack. It was immediately apparent that the clit was well trained and already stiff in anticipation. Her face was flat and impenetrably serious. Her lips pressed tightly together. They didn't say a word. Jon grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the bed, onto her mother, and read her soul.

The three of them slept together, the parents had long since stopped fucking. The daughter waited patiently until they fell asleep and masturbated every night. At 32, she still didn't have a steady boyfriend, she let anyone and everyone fuck her in a warehouse or in a back room, quickly and hastily. Often by several men or boys in a row over the course of a day. But she kept her parents in the dark about her daily fucking.

He lay down between her thighs. She looked at him completely indifferently as he penetrated her. She let herself be fucked completely passively, like Lin. A knothole in a board that he fucked. He stared at the old woman's pussy, but she didn't care at all. On the contrary, the old woman deliberately let her thighs slide apart to let him see her old, wrinkled pussy a few inches away. He stared into the old fuckhole of the old unfaithful woman and squirted his full load into her daughter, then he stood up. They hadn't spoken a word yet, and now the daughter said, "No kill father!" Jon shook his head, "He'll get a beating, and he'll be free in the evening. We don't kill old people." She wiped a fake tear from her eye. "Only fucked to free father!" Jon nodded encouragingly at her. Then he went with Enrico. He shook his head, he didn't want to fuck the daughter too. "Asian women are too passive for me when they fuck," said Enrico. Jon nodded, but he fucked every Asian woman anyway.

Enrico went down to the shooting range with Jon at least once a week and taught him how to shoot better. They went from bar to bar, drank fruit juice and talked to the manager. Enrico wrote everything down, as did Jon. The same thing happened in the restaurants and in the apartment buildings. They wrote their notes together every evening and sent them to Gino. They also visited the two brothels in pairs and wrote down when the madam had something on her mind. Enrico knew all the girls and was very selective about who he fucked. He was already over 50 and didn't have the same sexual pressure as his protégé. Jon took anyone who responded to his wink. Most of the girls were forced laborers from Eastern Europe. They fucked much better and more passionately than the Asian girls once they realized that Jon wasn't an enemy or a wife beater. Jon got himself tested for sexually transmitted diseases every week; he owed that to Jenny and Lin. He came home every evening and fucked Jenny and Lin alternately. Of course, both women knew that the other was fucking Jon too.

Of course, Enrico knew since the incident with the old Chinese that Jon wanted to fuck every woman and every daughter of maturity. Enrico was completely indifferent, and showing the boss's successor a good time couldn't be wrong. He headed for the houses where there was a young, pretty woman or daughter. They were usually not women whose husbands had been picked up to be beaten, but simply women that Enrico knew and who he assumed were willing to be fucked. If he liked the woman or girl, he fucked her alternately with Jon.

Jon took the beautiful woman's hand and read her soul. She couldn't hide anything from him or deceive him. He knew exactly how faithful she was to her husband and how she lived her sex life. He took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom. Most of them undressed themselves, crying, sobbing and complaining. Some of them he undressed himself, bit by bit, until they were completely naked. He was grateful to Enrico when he warned him that there was only one ugly woman or pointed out that she had a pretty daughter.

He laid out the wife or daughter. He knew how important foreplay was. He fucked those women who did not allow foreplay despite their resistance. These were usually rapes, which he did not particularly enjoy. But most of them got really hot like a stovetop during foreplay. These were wonderful fucks that he enjoyed with both hands.

The best fucks were those where he fucked mother and daughter one after the other. Many saw the mother fuck a strange man for the first time. Most mothers also saw the daughter being fucked for the first time. Only a very few daughters were still virgins, whom Jon gently and considerately deflowered and then fucked. Most of the women and daughters kept it a secret from their husbands and fathers. Admittedly, it was exhausting, but it did him good.

The year went by very quickly. Jon had put every cent in the bank because he would need it when he went to the police academy. He didn't let anyone dissuade him from doing that. He entered Gino's office on time. He shook Gino's hand in greeting and read his soul. Gino already knew that Jon was going to the police academy. They sat down, Jon fiddled with his belt and unhooked his pistol holster. He put the pistol and the holster on Gino's desk. "Gino, the year is over. I've decided, I'm going to the police academy." Gino left the pistol lying there. "You've not changed your mind. That's good, I'm kind of proud of you. You're unwaveringly following your calling, your destiny, your heart. Making a lot of money isn't bad, but it couldn't change your mind. I'll arrange the succession differently. But I'm reassured that Jenny will be in good hands when I go to heaven." Jon was happy with how Gino reacted. "I promise you, Gino, that nothing I have seen in the last year will influence my work as a police officer. I impose this restriction on myself. I know how hard and how seriously you fight for legality. This will certainly influence my work as a police officer. I promise!" They shook hands and Jon stepped forward to hug Gino. Gino was surprised, but he returned his adopted son's first hug in two years. "Enough, enough!" he said, touched, "I'm not made for hugs and cuddles!"

Jon stayed with his parents, he didn't have to move out. Gino continued to pay him and grinned, "It's your increased pocket money, my son!" Jon declared this income as "father's pocket money" on the forms, so that no one could blame him later. He said goodbye to the gang and threw a hearty party for his former colleagues. A week later he asked Gino what it was with leaving the family? Gino acted as if he couldn't remember. "What? Leave the family? Why, don't you like it here?" Jon played along with the comedy. "Oh no, I must have made a mistake."

Jon went to the police academy and had his family with Gino and Jenny in the evenings, and sometimes Lin too. Laura, the Italian chambermaid, let herself be fucked from behind almost every morning with his morning wood. So every day started off very relaxed.

Jon was looking forward to police duty. He was determined to support Gino on his way to legality wherever he could.

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