”“Oh, shit.”“Yeah.”About ten minutes later, the fax machine began spitting out page after page of background information on Scuderi.“Oh my...fucking God,” Elyse gasped as she read it. “A trained mob assassin?”“Yes.”Scuderi was the proverbial ‘button man’. As Willi Cici had said in The Godfather: Part II, ‘When the boss says push the button on a guy - I push the button, see, Senator?’. Scuderi had been imprisoned for lesser crimes, but they’d never managed to pin any of the EIGHT suspected murders. And liked what he saw. He had in fact, heard of this newcomer ... this English ‘lady’ who had been made into a slave. Her reputation, as it were, had preceded her. Haroun liked very much the idea of the high-born being humbled. Maybe it was because, for centuries, his race had been despised and ridden over roughshod by whites. Not only by men but by women also. Now one of those Christian infidels was getting her just desserts! “To start with, her duties will be of the lowest. Her Highness’s. My knees buckled and I fell onto the couch. I open my eyes to Taryn taking off her bra. As soon a I laid my eyes on her prefect tits my cock started to get hard again. She was still on her knees on the ground and she had moved to be in between my legs. She had a bit of my cum still on her face but that didn’t seem to phase her. She buried her face in my balls and licked my cock all over to get my hard again. “I haven't been fucked in a month, Alex.” She says while giving my still wet dick a. I wanted to feel the rush of blood and enjoy the thrill of playing with her.Mom: I am going for a bath.She stood up and turned. Oh gosh, what a sexy round ass. It was so milky white that sitting on the floor for a while had made her ass rosy red. Oh, I wanted to spank that sexy ass. I wanted to go in the shower and fuck her. But I decided to let her get some alone time to process everything.I got up and wore my boxer and went to the fridge, and grabbed a beer. The chilled beer felt nice after a.