Maybe them whores from upstairs. The others woulda flaked off by now or passed out somewhere.” “You gonna wait for me here?” “Long as you co...e back alive.” “Don’t worry,” he said. “I just have something I need to give back to Cray.” The door was unlocked, and the apartment was a mirror layout of the one upstairs, except for being in slightly better repair. Townes walked in and set his hat on top of the refrigerator. When he stepped into parlor, he recognized the younger man on the couch. He was trying to bargain with me. That usually happens, when a man of means was facing a death sentence from a criminal thug.“Shut the fuck up. I am bringing you a message from the man who was good enough to provide relief for some of your patients. You do not make demands on him. You do not threaten him with the cops. He is not the kind of man to let your threat go unanswered. I played the video of his wife and two kids getting in their car. Then with out warning stock footage of a bomb blast. Or so I thought. He still didn’t lower me to the floor. He rolled the hose up and cleaned up all his gadgets, slowly and methodically. The only thing he didn’t put away was the small bowl of menthol-laced petroleum jelly. Soon, I knew why. He walked under me once again. He began to massage me down there again with a thick smear of the mixture, and my pussy and ass crack started warming up again. He explained that the mixture acted as an antiseptic, and he didn’t want me to get sick from the. “Now it’s your turn.”With my finger, I scooped up a long line of cum. I brought it up to her mouth. She didn’t open up. “Come on,” I urged, “open your mouth.” Slowly, reluctantly, she opened up. I turned my finger and let the cum drip down onto her tongue. I gathered more and repeated it. “Now swallow,” I told her. “Good girl,” said, picking her back up off the bunk.I climbed on and got onto my back. “Come here,” I said, urging her up on top of me. Looking down at my cock, she smiled,.