" His cock was spitting precum now, soaking a growing wet patch into the threadbare sheets. They'd sent him home deliberately when his wife was on h...at, knowing it had been 3 months since his last visit, 3 months since he'd last cum. His churning bull balls were so full of cum it practically leaked out, and if he came in her now, they'd have another kid for sure - number six. Five boys so far, and they were dirt poor. Only their desperation kept him going back, and they paid barely enough. As I approached the toilets I noticed a black guy some 50yds away sat on a bench near the cliff edge presumably watching as the sun came up. It had been many years since I had used this toilet block and hadn't realised that it had actually closed some time ago and was in a poor state, with smashed windows and metal sheets over the doors which had been prised off by k**s. Getting desperate for a piss I decide to peer inside the door and see if to would be safe enough to use anyway. The urinals. I stood there watching her head bob up and down on my cock “damn your good “I said running my hands through her long hair.I collected her hair into a ponytail to where I could also see her big tits jiggling “you still know what gets me hard “I said. She took her mouth off and looked up with a smile “and you know what I want so give it to me “. She began stroking me faster with the head of my cock just in her mouth. I was listening for any sounds of Tammy in the next room but there was still. “It’s for you, boss. Fortescu asked for you by name. Angus Cavanaugh.”Not even bothering with preliminaries, O’Shea took the phone and said in a matter-of-fact tone, “You do realize this will only make your fate that much worse, right Angelo.”A barking laugh answered. “I knew that as soon as I was told who those idiots had rousted, Bloody Hand,” the grating voice on the phone replied. “Hell, I fucking knew this was going to blow up in my face as soon as those idiots in Organized Crime told me.