Peering at them through bleary, blood-shot eyes and breathing alcoholic fumes he croaked, ‘I was ordered to give you these two messages. ‘Next tim... it’s you. The tart will die if you try to find her.” He shuffled off. Growling, Joe steadied Peter. ‘They definitely want a bloody fight, and now the bastards have got one. This is one they won’t win.’ Then he broke into a long string of Italian curses. He helped Peter walk across the road to the Post Office where Peter made the first of two. This was of course done because I had been a very bad and disobedient slavegirl she said, so this surly meant my being punished like any filthy lezzyslut. In that same moment sheforced my head down to her crouch and held me there by the hair. I felt mymouth opening instinctively as the glistening tip of my nose suddenly becamethoroughly entrenched in the full of her feminine muff. She nearly suffocatedme with her sex before finally freeing me with a lighter grip on the fall of myhair. Her. All the way she was hugging me tightly. And smashing her boobs to my back. We dint speak much which riding. We parked the bike and started walking hand in hand. I asked her directly what she wants from me, she said that she needs satisfaction and to cool the heat of her body. She started explaining things saying that after the family fights happened.I was shocked listening to her words but was happy on the other hand, but I never expected her to speak like this as she was a very conservative. His hard cock added about 3 more inches from when he was limp. My pace quickened where my head was bobbing up and down rapidly and my mouth was drenching Joe’s cock with saliva from the tip to the end of his 9-inch cock.After about a few minutes of sucking his cock, he held my head down for about 5 seconds where I started heavily gagging as Joe’s cock was lodged deep in my throat. Joe removed his hand from my head and I removed my mouth from his cock as I was gasping for air. After a couple of.