It was getting better. Or maybe Moe was getting used to it. Moe steadied himself and tried to show some semblance of dignity. “What else you hear, D...tch?” he gasped. “That you were luckier than the other guy.” Moe stood steady for a minute but figured he’d had enough exercise when his legs started to shake, and he thought he saw two of Dutch. He slumped back onto the bed. Dutch was staring at him. “Not a pretty site, is it?” Moe said. “I’ve seen worse.” There was something off about Dutch. He. About 15 minutes later I saw her come down the hall way, wearing a summer dress that came to right above the knee with her brunette hair shinning from still being somewhat wet. I was in awe of this beauty but composed my self and stood up and walked with her over to Denny’s for dinner. She seemed like she was in a better mood now and made little jokes and talked about politics that were on the TV above the bar. She had the sweetest smile I’ve ever seen and I tried to keep her smiling all thru. Piercing dark blue eyes narrowed but his head nodded. “And so I will,” his gravelly voice replied formally in a South Boston accent. “And know I appreciate the courtesy you have paid me by fixing this.”The other man, as tall and thickly muscled as the two men in front of him, smiled as he shook his head, his flaming red hair brushing his own bulging shoulders. “Merely a return of favors, Rory O’Shea. We both know what burning your Cavanaugh identity cost you and part of that cost lies behind. He held it before his face. It was supposed to be a pov shoot. They seemed to be popular these days.Thanks to the coronavirus and fast internet connections, we had a live audience of 5000 viewers at 7.03pm and counting. I estimated we would be at 8000 towards the end. Maybe more."...and now, Matt will go between my legs and jerk me off." John said turning the camera to my hard dick and then to my face.I got to my knees and crawled to the area between his legs. My dick got more stiff. John's.