Even so, my men nearly missed watching you be clubbed to death." Who the fuck is 'we, ' dude? Nobody I know but the upper bosses in the mob families a...d their best men wear suits like that and none of them wear anything but Italian leather. Whatever is covering your feet, they ain't from a cow."He smiled again. "You may call me Mr. Schwansteiger," he said, pronouncing his name with a Germanic accent, as it should be pronounced (shvän-shtī-gār), hinting that while his accent was from Harvard, he. "I raise my eyes to meet your green ones. "I am going to fuck your mouth, and then when I've had enough of that I'm going to fuck your pussy however I want it. You will not touch yourself and you will not cum." As you speak your other hand grabs the rest of my hair and you tilt your hips up, pushing your cock even further into my throat. I swallow against you. You don't wait for me to agree to your terms, I will always agree to them. I am yours and whatever you want to do with me is your. As the story goes, the farmer's daughter asked her father,"Who is that man going into the barn?" That fellow traveling through," said the farmer. "needs a place to stay for the night, so, I told him he could sleep in the barn."The daughter said, "Perhaps he is hungry." So she prepared a plate of food for him and then took it out to the barn.About an hour later, the daughter returned. Her clothing disheveled and straw in her hair. Straight up to bed she went.The farmer's wife was very. From my vantage point of eating her ass out, I can see her hymen is covering all but a pencil size hole. Brandi’s juices were steadily flowing out the small hole as I tongued her ass. I reached around and pulled on her clit ring, this sent her into her orgasm. The small hymen hole immediately went from a drip to a stream that sprayed my face. Brandi had a taste similar to Sue, but with a bit more tartness that reminded me of cinnamon.She had laid back during the orgasm, but her ass and pussy.