"I have to give this to my wife; she said that you looked so prim and proper."I was speechless and staring at him in his eyes.The man smiled at me; he...was in his late fifties, but he had a pretty good stamina and his hard dick had fucked me so good, although it had been just a quickie.Suddenly he got serious and grabbed again my hair.“So, bitch… you still want some more, I think…”He pulled again his cock out of his trousers. I looked down and found it was again hard as a rock. It was. She was tied to a chair surrounded by no other furniture, in one of the many rooms of the DeVeal mansion, owned by the infamous bank robber Mr Richard DeVeal. The ruthless gangster was standing across from her, flanked by his two amazingly ripped bodyguards/henchmen. "You know what, I'm getting pretty tired of hearing you say that," he said, "and I'm actually starting to think it's the truth." It IS the truth! That's what I've been saying! Whoever tipped you off must have been seriously. But the image was short lived as just then, the intercom notified her that her first patient had arrived. She cursed under her breath, regretting she didn’t have a few minutes to lock herself in her private bathroom and finger her twitching cunt to a much needed orgasm. Instead, she stood up, put on her white lab coat, and became ‘Dr. Julie Alexander’, the proper and professional family physician.Just as Julie was preparing to see her first patient, Charlotte was going to Jamie’s room to wake. I’m aching with need but I can’t communicate it and it is driving me wild. Brian doesn’t last long and pulls out to blow a huge load of creamy jizz all over my face. “What a dirty little cunt you are!” His words sting me as he steps aside for the next “customer”. Brian’s hot cum is still running down my face into my hair and dribbling down my chin even as the next man forces his cock into my mouth. Two more approach from either side, too horny to wait for my mouth to be free, they each pull.