Tushar listened to it very carefully since the beginning."Now tell me, How good you were slave? Did you repeat my words exactly after my speaking?" I ...verdid 'Sir' in all the linesmistress." I loved his loyalty towards me."Is it acceptable?" We were heading there firmly."No Mistress." Tushar said.I took the cane up from the ground. Tushar couldn't see me at the back so he had no idea of what was going to happen."So let it be like that then!" saying that I brought the thick cane on his ass with. He handed it to me and started to show me out. As I was leaving, I saw a man with a woman who was wearing some really thin nightgown-like thing walk past the end of the hallway where he had gone.I left and pedaled back to the shop. I didn’t look. I knew for sure I was being used as a courier for Don Joseph. Was he really in the mob? In Cincinnati? Was there such a thing here? And did I really want to do this? Was that last house a place where prostitutes worked? I knew about that from TV. I was. My tongue licks up the juices running down her inner thighs, nibbling on her inner thigh right where it connects mmmmm you tease” Runs my hands down her legs and groping her ass, as I put my face into her honey scented cunt, my hot tongue lapping up against her lips pushing between them. She gasps “ooooooh my!Pushing my tongue into her ass, curving it around feeling her cunt tightening around my tongue as if it were a hard cock. I take my tongue and flick her hard clit, putting it in my mouth. “Evans residence.”“Willy? This is Gordy.”“Hey! How are you?”“Surviving. Maybe better than that. I’m in your neighborhood, in a sense. Are you busy this weekend?”“I don’t think so. I assume Evans will drown worms and I might cruise somewhere.”“And the litter?”“Scott’s at Recruit School; Olwen’s at UNE.”“Oh my. I was in Armidale last week!”“And where are you now?”“Port Macquarie. But I thought I might head in your direction.”“Wonderful! Tomorrow?”“No, that’s impossible, my LandRover is being.