la signora ha voglia di cazzo duro

He was in the employ of my father, Renato, who never missed an opportunity to fuel his lust and depravity.

I hated him, maybe because I knew he wasn't really my real father, but my uncle Antonio.

Iolanda, my mother, was too submissive, but then she ended up rebelling against her perverted games.

And one day he went back to France.

Can I get a light?