Business School had not prepared him for the deceit that pervaded this Mob world, but after ten years, and rapid advancement, he was used to double, t...iple, who knew how many crosses some of these huge deals would create. This one was relatively simple. Andre offs Borget, takes the money, and they're off to the races. The black queer had promised him a mil as his taste, which he had immediately revealed to the bosses. They said go ahead, at least the black man wasn't going to bail out like. Glad I could help.” I got up, unaware at just how hard I was. She looked down at the bulge practically in her face.“Seems like you enjoyed it too” she smirked at me.I turned a little red. “Yeah, that was really hot” I explained.“Yeah it was. Here, sit down.”I sat down next to her. She stood up and kneeled in front of me, between my legs. “Wait. What?” I started to object.“Do you want to cum or not?” She replied.“Well, yeah. But you’re gay”“So. Obviously I’ve played with dicks before. . . yet. Straightening up and trying to act like a biker, Ben did his best to run around like a chicken with his head cut off like everyone else."Form up by squads!" yelled a booming voice to Ben's right. He looked over to see a guy who positively reeked Career Military, probably a noncom. He was black and wasn't that tall, but his head was shaved like a bullet and he was built like a brick. He had a cigar clamped in his mouth and was bellowing orders. Every biker in sight stopped and listened to. We set up our tent and then found a clearing a little ways away to have quick showers. It was awful – the water was warm, but the air was frigid and the ground covered in snow. We were both shivering by the time we crawled into our tent, curling up together under my cloak and every spare blanket we could find. In the morning, I donned a dress with special divided skirts for riding, and Alistair wore a doublet and trousers for the first time in a long while. We rode through the city at the head.