Then she reminded herself that it was pointless to worry about his little dalliances any more. It was a good sign that he looked comfortable in the d...rk leather of his favorite antique chair, with its high back. It had been a while since he had actually sat in that chair. Although not fully recovered, power still radiated from him. His thin lips were even curled into what could be defined as a smile if you did not know him well.“Enjoyed your day?” The tone of his question made her heart sink.. He also didn't consider himself the "slut" of his roommates, but every so often this sort of thing happened to him.Not bothering to get dressed just yet, he stood up and wobbled in place until he got his balance. He parted two segments of the Venetian blinds and his grin widened. Massive flakes of snow were still tumbling down to an already impressive blanket that dominated the campus landscape. Pitiable morning commuters were heading home through the stuff, and he allowed himself a sadistic. You’ve heard of organized crime? The Italian Mafia? Perhaps the Irish Mob, or the Japanese Yakuza, or the Russian or Georgian Mafiya? Not precisely the same, but a lot of worldwide human trafficking and other crime comes from the former Soviet Union. People in the former Soviet Republics band together for protection, and we affiliate with some of them.“Did you note, Annamarie, that women’s organized crime tends to fall into the wiggle room.”“Yes, I did. Does this have something to do with us?. "I think I will go up to bed," she said. "That was a good dinner, Mom. It is making me sleepy!" Then she turned to me and said, "Honey, you can stay down here and keep Mom company if you want. I am just going to go to sleep." And she leaned over and gave me a little kiss with a lot of tongue and put her hand in my crotch and gave my cock and balls a little squeeze. "OK, Honey," I replied. "I'll be up later." As Glynda left the apartment I noticed that she did not completely close the door into.