“You think Italians have some sort of monopoly on your business? You haven’t heard of what’s going on in Russia?”“Oh shit,” Anthony moaned...“For fuck’s sake, Tony, he’s BLUFFING! He found some Russian whore to fake it!”“There’s nothing fake about Colonel Anisimova,” I said. “I’ve known her for fifteen years, and she most certainly was in the KGB. She has other interests now.”“Connie, give this up,” Tony said.“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Connie ordered angrily.My analysis had been correct. ‘Little Tony’. ‘Morty, old boy, I just don’t know what to do some days.’ Morty looked back at her with his plastic fixed eyes and she stroked his fur softly. She lay back on the bed, her legs stretched out toward each corner of it, and then her mind went back to last night. What if, she could talk Marilyn into hanging her by her feet next time? Stretching her out from both ends, yes. Now wouldn’t that be incredible? Bet it would hurt like hell though, being stretched out by your own weight and all that,. As I did so, I sensed eyes on me, and turned slightly, my panties held in my hand, and saw Mary standing outside the bedroom door looking in, looking straight at me, looking me up and down with a light in her eyes that I hadn't noticed before, a light that sent shivers down my body. A body, I realized with a start, that was totally naked. She looked, but said absolutely nothing, and it was so quiet I could hear my own somewhat disjointed breathing, then with a faint smile she turned and walked. Dewed with your juices, too. I pull my shorts and top off and stand over you, my cock jutting. I place my feet beside your head, you look up the towers of my legs to my firm ass and much firmer cock, and lick your lips, like a dirty hungry slut. I slowly kneel, and as I do point my knee into the gap between your elbow and hip, trapping your bound wrist/ankle in place. Of course I do the same to your other side. You are now pinned under me, exposed, bound and unable to resist. My hard cock just.