A few episodes into South Park and I was relaxed and happy again. I had a granola bar and felt much, much better after that. The head-voice had not re...urned and I was happy to see it go. It had gone sundown and I thought I might like to have an early night in. I changed into a soft sportsbra and yoga pants, giving my new pretty thing some air. I’d thought to put old sheets on my bed in case I bled in the night, so that was taken care of too. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. My sleep. "We'll see you there a little later."Megan put a jacket on and left the house. The late November days were growing shorter and the wind had a bite to it. The sky was very gray today, and the weatherman said that it could snow. As Megan drove her new car over to Jack's house, she thought about the night she spent with her parents and all the things they did. When she arrived at the Graham's, she parked in the driveway, and went to the door."Hi Megan," Marge said, opening the door. "How are you. Ranturi decided to increase his status and buy his own jet, he made me such an offer. The salary he proposed was more than SIX times what I was making as a corporate employee. In addition, he allowed me to pretty much pick out the plane and its avionics package. Now I wasn't dumb. I knew that such an offer had to have some sort of strings attached to it. So I asked him what the catch was.With brutal honesty he told me exactly what the catch was. He explained that he was a Mafia boss with ties. One of the guys fetched a glass of water for me to drink. We sat on the bed, one on either side of me and one kneeling on the floor between my feet. The guys at my side were feeling my tits and flicking my nipples. The one at my feet was gently thumbing my clit. We were having a light chat. Mostly compliments about how good I was, how my tits were great and I sucked really good. My throat was great; how much could I swallow? I enjoyed these sex talk conversations and told them I loved lots of.