The elevator contained six men in black suits with skinny ties. (I think of them as Quentin Tarantino’s “Gangster Uniforms.” There’s probably ... real name for them, though.) I don’t know a lot about guns, but two of them were carrying some kind of sub-machine guns, and the other four carried pistols that weren’t as big as Mander’s Desert Eagle, but still scary-looking. Two of them had meat cleavers, as well.Velasquez greeted them with a welcoming smile and removed the top of the string bikini. He had an ornate and well-dressed wife, two marriageable daughters, three maids, one for each woman, plus his sister and her young daughter, both wasteful and licentious, he told me."Wife's no problem. Do her regular, no complaints. Damn'd girls both need swiving, you ask me. My sister now, dried up that one is, and her stupid girl needs a tonic or something."I stood and nodded, feeling very peculiar."Main thing's the heavy chores. I can't, back's sprained. You do what they ask, if y'will. Oh,. I ignored everything external by closing my eyes, every little twitch his fingers made inches from my pussy, almost made me cum.I stopped and smiled, removing the ear pieces I told him, "You sound like a very healthy specimen", I think he caught my gist.I put the stethoscope down on the table and glanced at the screen. I already knew where his past problem lay, and the thought of it excited me."How are things down there, did the medication work", I asked him? He was prescribed Viagra, which was. “What happens then boss” “You’re going to stick that tongue as deep as you can in my arsehole and clean it for me, I want your tongue to flick inside my arse so I can feel you tongue fucking me!”It felt like an age but I rimmed her until my tongue ached each time I wanted to stop her gloved hand pulled my head back in all her moaning and words of how I was her little bitch now finally it was over, pulling my tongue from her hole, she ordered me to sit back in my chair, my cock erect, throbbing.