Villa Fiore, located in the prestigious San Giacomo area of metropolitan Palermo is one of the most exclusive palaces in all of Sicily. Seated atop a hill which was itself on a seventy-acre estate, the Villa was nothing short of magnificent. Carved out of stones of the purest white, it had an almost eerie, downright unnatural appearance. Wrought-Iron walls separated the estate from curious onlookers and would-be trespassers. The sort of Villa favored by statesmen in the time of Julius Caesar, Pompey and Cicero. In modern times, it is the headquarters of a family that is no less important than those legends of ancient Rome.
For centuries Villa Fiore has been the dominion of the Fiore family, which has included military leaders, police chiefs, and high-ranking Italian government ministers. This noble family harkens back to the days of Old Sicily, when the island and her people were seen as architects of civilization. Scholars from all over the world came to learn at the feet of Sicily's wise men. Europeans, Asians, Africans and Arabians, all sought the wit and wisdom of the Sicilian scholars. Of course, that was before the wars, the economic downturns and the foreign invasions nearly brought Italy to her knees...
The Fiore name is synonymous with power and stability in Sicily. The last remaining heiress of this illustrious family is multimillionaire Signora Alissa Fiore, widow of the Italian Army Colonel Paolo Tartaglia. The Colonel, whom many in the Italian media and the realm of European politics saw as a possible Presidential Candidate, died of a heart attack a year ago. Vanished along with the great man were Sicily's hopes for a better tomorrow. The woman behind this great man has also fallen on hard times. Signora Alissa Fiore has become something of a recluse lately, much to the chagrin of the Sicilian political and business world. What has this lovely lady been up to since her husband's untimely passing?
Some people in the City of Palermo claim that Signora Fiore has become something of a hedonist, overindulging in alcohol, drugs and the pleasures of the flesh. These unscrupulous souls make the poor woman sound like a female version of the late Hugh Hefner. The Italian media, in a rare moment of grace and prudence, did not give credence to such claims. The truth is that after losing a husband or a wife, a son or a daughter, each person grieves in his or her own way. Signora Fiore is going through the process, and must be given the space to sort through it all. The woman is human, at the end of the day...
"Vieni qui bello, come here, handsome," said Alissa Fiore. The curvaceous, fifty-something Italian lady looked radiant in a red bra and matching panties. Dark-haired, bronze-skinned and busty, with a nice round ass, Alissa looked much hotter than most of the younger women that Joseph Berhanu typically went after. This gal's presence in the boudoir was as enthralling as that of a queen in her court. The young Ethiopian man smiled appreciatively as Alissa licked her lips and rested her hands on the crimson couch on which she sat. Nodding, Joseph went to do his duty. Got to pay the bills and all of that...
