The Mob gave him achoice, he could do some work for them or he could have his brains blown out.He sometimes wondered if he should have taken the secon... option.The jobs given him were unpleasant. He was given the task of dumping bodiesin the desert. He would drive them out and dig a hole, dump the body in thehole then cover up all traces. It was hot dirty work and it put him at riskof ending up like the poor bastards he disposed of.However one day when he was digging a grave he found an old jar.. Needless to say I was hooked. I never wanted him to come out of me. Of course though, after about 20-25 minutes, I reached my limit. There's only so much pleasure a person can take. Some years after that, when someone tried to pin me down to get me to describe the feeling, the only thing I could think of that comes close is: try to imagine a time when you had to urgently go to the toilet to move your bowels, or, alternatively, when you were full with an big enema. You had to desperately hold it. A smallish middle-aged man stood outside, dressed in a suit that my newly acquired fashion sense told me was probably from a discount house. Uniformed police flanked him. He frowned at me a little, and consulted a paper in his hand."Umm ... we're looking for Mr. Carstairs," he said hesitantly."You have found him," I said is my most courtly Charleston accent.His face broadened into a smile. "Hello, then, Jack," he said. "I'm Richard Ashley."So this was Richard, to whom I'd spoken so often on the. . I leaned over, put her right leg on my shoulder and started sucking on her phat wet pussy, but I had to get inside of her, so invited her inside... We went inside, even though I was expecting my girlfriend in the next few hours. When we got to my bedroom, she grabbed my dick and started to kiss me, I picked her up and put her on my bed. I told her she would love my new massages, and she told me she was already in love with the old ones. That's when I pulled out a small container of baby.