"What was that?" Anton asked turning towards the sound. Mary's gaze followed his. Anthony emerged from the gloom teeth bared and nails ready. His eyes...locked on Mary as he came forth into the light. "Impossible! He was dead no one could have survived that fire!" Mary yelled, "Kill him." Her two bodyguards attacked on her orders. The first one choosing to fight bare fisted while the second one grabbed a metal pipe he found nearby. Anthony dodged the right hook towards his head and ripped upward. “Do it then, slut!” I command, I entreat, I plead. “Give us the orgasm we need!”I use one hand to caress my breasts while the other returns to my glistening pussy. My eyes flick between the fingers rolling, pinching, and twisting a nipple to the index and middle fingers disappearing between my pussy lips, my thumb rubbing my clitoris. The action, and the image, quickly sends me to a higher level of arousal, closer to the ecstasy I desire.My need heightened higher, my hand leaves my nipple. It was strange, but Farid s cock was giving me horniness. Mohammed feeding me his cock and playing my titts.My mind was like d**gged…I felt a itch inside my hole…I loved it…Suddenly Mohammed said turn on your back….I just was enjoying the rythem of Farid s cock..such a pity.. but Farid pulled his cock out, and I turned myself on my back. Mohammed changed his position and took place before my legs who I lifted up. Farid said suck my cock bitch, taste your hole..taste my cock…Do it!… said. They call it that because deli's used to save their ends of cold cuts and cheeses and would fold them into bread dough and bake it." She said as she opened the oven."We call that Stromboli." I said as I could not get over how good it smelled."Well, Stromboli is made with Italian Bread dough and it's more a turnover, but you'll like it either way, I'm sure. Now while that cools a bit I'm putting some of my leftover sauce in the Nuke and we'll be able to dip it. Sound good?" There's only ONE.