Primal, feral, almost as two a****ls in the dark, we had done it.”But we had not done “it”. I had sucked him off. I had buried my nose in his ...urly pubic hair and lodged his manhood deep in the back of my throat and had made him groan. I had made him shoot load after load of cum down my throat, with some spilling out onto my sun burnt chest.And therein lay the problem. I had gotten him off. I had been his slut, asking nothing in return, I got nothing in return. We had not made love. I. "The girl's folks want to meet you some time, but I don't think we're going to get any static about going out with them again. It was kind of funny," he went on, "Watching both of them trying to keep from getting caught with Big Mac on their breath."With that vision in mind, Sunday afternoon went a little bit better, although it was a short jump to visualizing Amy and Marsha playing volleyball. The afternoon was broken up by several people calling or dropping by mostly to offer congratulations. It was a side of Tony Rizzo that he never suspected.It wasn't until he completed the circuit of the room and was approaching the French doors that the situation hit home again. Two men were standing to either side of the doors leading out to the patio. It didn't look like they were standing guard for him. Jonas felt like this was a standard guard post for the Mafia Boss. He confirmed it when he let his focus blur to see the men's auras. It was obvious that both men were tough, ruthless and bad. They had a bit of stretch to them, so it was quite a struggle to wriggle them down over her hips and down her legs. By the time she was free of them, reclining so peacefully and beautifully exposed, he was also feeling the throb of his cock quite painfully. Ms Katy returned hauling what seemed to be the complete contents of his safe as well as the bags he had brought home that evening.He shifted from foot to foot as he stood waiting for what was next. ?You seem uncomfortable, Eddie. Something.