”Emile cleared his throat. An offer to eliminate any fractional uncertainty.Bulldog Bannerman looked Troy Ventura up and down. Bulldog is in his 70s... Slender. But Ventura wasn’t a big enough fool not to read the menace beneath the surface. He seemed to shrink in on himself. I hid a smile. Imagine if it were Emile eyeballing him.I started to ask Bulldog if the mayor wanted to talk with the creep. But didn’t. Bulldog wouldn’t have allowed it, wouldn’t have let his mayor anywhere near this. All of us got drunk and Mellisa was giving me and my buddy bill body shots. Donna ( the 34 yr old ) and me were hanging together getting drunker and drunker. I went to the kitchen to get a new drink and she followed me in and came up behind me. I turned around and she started grinding up against my crotch making my dick get hard. We stood there touching each other for a few minutes. I was rubbing her tits and sliding my hand down her jeans to rub her pussy. She finally led me into her. She guided my dick towards her face and said ‘bring that meat to me!’ She stuck her tongue out and licked the pre-cum. She then did something that surprised me. She moved around on the bed and laid back so that her head hung off the edge. Nikki smiled at me and said ‘Daddy, fuck my mouth!’ When she opened her mouth, it was a straight shot into her throat. I slowly eased my rock solid cock into her mouth. She reached around and grabbed my ass and pulled me into her so that my dick completely. Now listen carefully. If you let your legs down for any reason, even for a second, I'll chain you in position like I did last night and then whip you."Tommy rolled over and succeeded in getting into the required position. Once again, with his knees bent and legs in the air he was on complete display to the older woman. She walked over to the telephone and said "Now, what's the phone number of that girl, Linda, that you told me about last night?" NO!" Tommy snapped. Somehow he managed to retain.