"We're here to see the big boss." He's expecting you. Go on in."The door was opened for them and they entered an even more extravagantly luxurious off...ce. The deep pile carpet was protected by a waterproof plastic runner which led to the immense ebony and mahogany desk where a bald-headed man sat leisurely puffing on an expensive Cuban cigar. "OK, how did it go?" It didn't go well at all, boss. You know me. I'm experienced and reliable with fire. I don't know what went wrong, but the. I tried to look away but couldn't. I felt my face go flush. I felt myself getting hard and quickly​ covered my bulge with the pizza warmer cover. He acted normal asking how much the pizza was again as he looked into his wallet. I softly repeated the total. I felt uncomfortable and wanted to leave. I stepped back and had my hand on the screen door ready to run. He handed me the cash, just a few cents more than the total. As I took it, he asked if I would show him my cock. I instantly said "No!". There was nothing I could do now, not at this point, at least. Jacky had already made up his mind and I could only hope he used ‘I’ll kill that fucker’ loosely and wasn’t going to literally take on Tyrone and try to blow him away. ‘What’s he thinking?’ I asked myself out loud while I got on the sidewalk. ‘He should have at least took more of his Neo Nazi buddies if he was going after Tyrone.’ Had Jacky lost it? Did this Neo Nazism garbage really go to his head? How could he have changed all. She squealed with joy as he started fucking her in a hard, steady rhythm, pressing her forward to deepthroat the cock in her mouth. The second stranger had to pull out and get off the bed to cool down, lining up again for his next turn to fuck her. The husband slid into the bed at his wife's face, cock still semi-hard and, having applied a new condom, laid his hardening member against her face. She seemed lost in pleasure, unaware of his dick, focused solely on the man pounding her firmly from.