As expected of a whore, her underwear was minimal and there was no sign that she'd ever worn a chastity belt. Now the lack of it came to haunt Lucrezi... Borgia, as her skirts were pulled up around her stomach, exposing her legs and what was between them to Ezio's hungry gaze. Her shoes were thrown away unceremoniously, and Ezio followed this up by fondling the soft feet of his captive, the very same ones which had wanted to stomp on Mario. He pulled out his blade and made two diagonal cuts, not. In the car on the way to the restaurant I reach over and start stroking the outside of his pants. I lean over and unzip is pants and pull out his semi hard cock. I slowly circle the head of his dick with my hot wet tongue then with nice tight lips force my head all the way down his shaft then work my way up and down, then back up and down again. As his cock gets wetter and wetter I continue working it over pushing his cock as deep as it will go. I could feel as my dress started to get wet. “Oh, I guess,” she said in frustration. This wasn’t going as she’d expected.“Honey, most of them want the same thing. Sure, some of them are crooks, they’re just in it for what they can take or steal or whatever, but there are easier ways to be a crook. Mostly they want the same things you do.” He leaned over for a kiss and she responded, but it was perfunctory; her mind was still churning.“That’s not really what I meant,” she said vaguely.“So what is it you meant?”She shook her head. “It’s. "Do- do youhave any bacon?" Think we've got some in the fridge," Stuart replies. "Jamie's not muchof a 'red meat for breakfast' kinda person, she's got to maintain herfigure, that sort of thing." Mum said the same thing to me growing up," I retort. "Hence why I waskept on a strict vegan diet from the age of six." Bacon sarnies it is, then," Stuart immediately replies. "Been lookingfor an excuse to have one for ages, heh!" You're welcome," I reply with a sarcastic snort of laughter as I.