For a few minutes we lay spooned together; the back of my hand slowly twitching against her sister’s naked ass. My trance gets broken by Fats pushin... me away from her; wanting to get out of bed. She climbs over me and smiles; then asks me what was that all about. Once out of bed I too get up and follow her. She enters the bathroom and I enter the kitchen. I make coffee and she comes out of the bathroom and sits by me at the table; satisfied with her morning fill of cock. Fats ask how come I was. But there was also another element to the eroticism of the movie. The way Malcolm treated my mom. He continued slap her massive tits and put his hands into her mouth, stretching it wide as he spit into it. "How does that feel, you stupid piece of shit?" he asked her."You know I deserve it, master! You OWN me as payment for what my fucked up family did to yours." she replied in a husky, sexy voice."Give me a baby, please! Lord, I NEED to make it up!"With that, he made a massive grunt and. ‘No you didn’t. You didn’t think at all. Do you know what would happen if people learned about us, about the Coldsteel? We would, quite rightly, be feared, and hunted down. We need to stay below the radar, Michael.’ The man finished the last of his tea and handed the cup to Jessica, who, Michael realised, had been there the whole time. Standing, the man turned his attention back to Michael. ‘We’ve cleaned up your messes to this point, but you only get one warning. If we need to clean up after. “No thanks.”“No new girls?”“What the hell,” Lionel muttered and the couple followed Joe and Celia to the entrance to the club.The brassy, full bodied aging former moll gave three of them hugs and cheek kisses. “Frenchie, this is Celia,” Joe introduced.“You’re lovely,” Frenchie complemented, doing a full examination of her figure.“Thanks,” Celia responded shyly.Frenchie chuckled. “Go on in.” She followed them into the club. Just a scattering of single men, mostly older. Just one dancer. The.