Kat asked Destiny if she wanted to ride with her but she already knew the answer. She wasn’t leaving my side. Kat said she’d see us at home and dr...ve off. When we got in the truck Destiny sat quietly until we were on the highway.“May I play now, Master?”“Sure why not just don’t get us arrested.” She took off her clothes and I thought she was going to play with herself until she reached in to my lap and unzipped my shorts. “What are you doing?”“You said I could play Master. You didn’t ask how.”. "Um, to be honest, I really prefer you as people. Call me weird that way. But hey, if you want to do the cat thing from time to time, I can roll with the punches." Yes! Or, should I say: meow! In fact, from now on, 'meow' from me will mean 'yes', and 'rrrr' will mean 'no'. Now, let's get up and go downstairs." Meow," he replied playfully. He got up and opened the drapes, letting the light in.She laughed, but she was also slightly miffed. "Hey! That's my line!" Then she asked, "What about Alan. “Whoa, hold up there cowboy,” she said placing her palm flat on my broad chest. “I may be a slut, but a girl still needs a little lube. Especially with a trouser snake as big as yours.” She handed me a bottle from the nightstand with a giggle and pulled her knees back toward her chest.“Oh yes baby,” she moaned as I pushed two lubed fingers into her. “That’s it baby, stretch my pussy for your big hard cock.”Once we were both well prepared, I edged closer and slowly pushed into her. I hadn’t. The Mob is all-powerful and they are everywhere. They can get to anyone. They can do anything. And the Mexican Mob makes the American Mobsters look like Choir boys. They’re that ruthless. Marisol and her family escaped from the Mexican city of El Pueblo after her fiancé Guillermo was gunned down by a ruthless Mexican mobster. The young Mexican had gotten mixed up with the wrong crowd and he had unwittingly dragged his unsuspecting girlfriend and her family into the big mess. And now, they were.