" Mean Streets," Mark's voice came from the door.Amanda looked around. Everyone nodded. "Okay, 'Mean Streets' it is.The phone rang again. "The caterer...with your food is here," the voice of the man guarding the front gate said. "I'm hungry." Tell them to fix you a plate and let them in." Amanda turned to the others and said unnecessarily, "The food is here."Billy answered the door. He let the caterer and her assistants in. It took five minutes to set up a buffet. Heavy plastic plates were. Taking a breath, realizing he was pushing too hard, he said, "Look, I'm sorry. I just listened to these assholes for fifteen minutes laughing about taking this widow's property, and I am going to stop it, one way or the other."Wadsworth chuckled, "Okay, Mr. Matthews, we'll get it done. Uh... my secretary has just told me she has your number on the caller I.D. I've got a friend in Denver. Let me get him on the line. Which city is this supposed to happen in?" Winter Park. That's the closest city. He knew the odor well. Mario breathed deep and patted the near- limp penis which still hung from his open fly, washed clean, but resting from Bravo's canine ministrations. His time would come again. No hurry. He enjoyed the sensual sight of a woman licked into the furies of passion- whether it was one of Jason's dogs doing the honors or a man at her crotch-it was a sexy sight that could stir up a dead man's dong. Specially when the gal wasn't willing.There was something about the dogs raping a. We got a hotel room that afternoon and the sparks flied. The sex was wild. She loved sucking my cock and taking it up the ass while I spanked her. I had never met a woman so sexually free. We kept meeting and on several occasions we talked about her previous lovers and how they fucked her. Jane admitted to me she had met several men online for quick affairs but always stopped them. For some reason the thought of other men fucking this hot slut just turned me on like crazy. Remember at the time.