Every time he thought of me, this is what he was thinking of, and it made me burn and pulse between my legs. I leaned back into the wall, my breasts ...ound and soft and so white compared to his dark skin. My legs were spread where he was standing and he put a hand on either one, starting at my knees and slowly, firmly moving upwards. His body moved forward into me and he reached for my hand, pulling me to him from the wall, his mouth finding my mouth once, twice, and again, the drawback growing. She lay there, hardly moving as his hands resumed their desperate stroking and fondling of her body. They squeezed and twisted her breasts, rubbed her sides, her hair, her arms, and slid under her to cup and knead her buttocks.His cock buried itself in her fuck-hole, his balls flattened against her splayed buttocks. He held it still inside her as his mouth roved over her face. He mashed his lips against hers, shoving his tongue into her mouth. She didn't respond, lying sullen and unmoving as he. So I helped them find good sponsors and concubines to match up with. I couldn’t match everyone who wanted someone, so I kept looking. That’s mostly what I do now, find concubines for sponsors and sponsors for concubines.”“Sounds helpful.”“I like to think so. It’s a lot better than a five minute blowjob to decide.” He nodded agreement, she was right about that. “Which brings me to you, Carl. How many concubines have you picked so far?”“Well ... only one, sort of. She’s a senior in college and is. I remember the things that the grown-ups would whisper of La Contessa. Of course, I have gotten to know you since then, and know that most of these stories were untrue. Except for one.”“I know the one you’re speaking of, Stavro.” Helena answered. “And yes, you’re someone who’s allowed to know the truth, and I appreciate the discretion. I think I know what you’re getting at. Yes, once La Policia’s psychiatrists have gotten what they need from Alfonzo and we’ve caught this guy, I can take away.