The whole scene lasted no more than a couple of minutes, if that. “Well??? Spot anything odd about that?” she asked.“Not really. But what am I l...oking for??”“Thought you were good at spotting little details” she said, as she wound the tape back again. “Now watch again.... and look carefully....”I watched and this time I tried to separate the fact that it was my girlfriend taking a load of cum from a 40 yr old guy with a big cock, and tried to watch what actually happened. There was the guy,. .. hopefully last ever encounter with the Mafia. You’ve ... more than pushed your luck when it comes to the capos, bosses, and assorted made men. Not even counting Mob associates like Raymond Tancredo.“I’ll be so fucking glad to be out of this state! What a fool I was, giving that lot the benefit of the doubt. None of them can be trusted! No matter how much law and order they seem to bring, they’re nothing but criminals themselves. Thugs. Murderers. The politicians who work for them are weak. I was just sitting drinking my cappuccino and reading one of my romance novels when for some reason I looked up and ordering at the till was a guy. A guy who looked like he was straight out of an underwear magazine or a spots magazine, a magazine that has very hot guys modelling in it anyway. Our eyes caught and I smiled. I always smile its one of my traits, he smiled back. I really hoped he couldn’t read my mind for I was thinking, I wanted him chained to my bed covered in cream with me. "I'll lie on my back and you just kneel over me." I replied, trying to make it sound as simple and non-sexual as possible. "You will have to remove your pants however to be sure you don't soil them any more than they already are." And you promise you won't tell a soul about this?" she asked, now completely bought into the plan."Of course not Steph," I replied, offering my hand to her to stand back up "you think I want everyone to know what I just told you?"She stood up, letting out another.