I was a model in an art class he was teaching in Sydney. We also do some 'art' videos for our personal fun." Jill explainedUh hu great, I've never see... anything like this." I stammered not knowing what the hell to expect next."Jeff, that is your name isn't, said so on the Uber app? Could you do me two big favours please.?” she asked"Yes sure if I can."Jill purred "Help me out of this dress, it's as itchy as hell, and help me pay Rob back for his fucking around so much." Dress sure, but not so. They were men not to be trifled with. The first was Emilio Milano, he was from the old country. He had fought in many wars before coming to America. Don Mateo had set him up as a bookmaker till he became one of the Don’s most trusted men. The second man was Alejandro Vecoli a man born in the USA to immigrant parents. His parents were killed in a mafia war and Don Mateo took him in. He became known as Butcher Vecoli as when he had a fight with someone they usually ended losing a limb.The last. "Yeah, no, see ya in a minute." she said reaching for the nearest thing to clean up with."Ok, bye" she said tossing Dirk the phone, who hung up immediately.She grabbed her torn panties from the floor."My husband is on his way up, I forgot we are having lunch." she said in a hurry, scrambling to get decent."Shit." Dirk said, straightening himself up as Mrs. Jensen used her torn panties to wipe the boy's cum from her face and chest.Dirk cleaned himself up, stuffed his cock back in his pants and. ..” he moans. I start to take my panties off, but he shakes his head. “Leave those on, sweetheart. I'll take care of them.” he smiles crookedly and unbuttons his pants, leaving him only in his boxers. He tells me to sit on the couch normally and to keep my legs closed. I oblige, and watch him curiously. Kneeling on the floor in front of me, he takes my knees and slowly spreads my legs apart, pushing them as far as they'll go. He shifts me so that my feet are on his shoulders and I'm lying back..