"My God," she whispered. Her eyes fixed on my throbbing member and never moved. She licked her lips, and it jumped again. My mind raced. Would she? Th...t's when I blurted out my problem."Mom. I can't last more than seven minutes. I've tried everything, but only manage seven minutes. Is something wrong with me?" I held my breath as I waited for her to speak."Seven minutes? Well... Let's see." With that. She crawled over to me, lying prone on her bed, and inhaled my dick. All seven inches.If I. I called Bulldog, “We’re here.”Bear and I leaned against my ride as Emile Chanson pulled up in that long, long black Cadillac. Opened the door for Bulldog. Let Ventura see the pistol he always carried.I handed the Samsung to Bulldog. He said, “Only copy?”I nodded, “Ninety nine and nine-tenths sure.”Emile cleared his throat. An offer to eliminate any fractional uncertainty.Bulldog Bannerman looked Troy Ventura up and down. Bulldog is in his 70s. Slender. But Ventura wasn’t a big enough fool not. She looked over at the men, and smiled, pushing her chest out as she pulled up her straps. She was clearly flirting! She smiled at them as we paid, and walked out. We looked around town for a while, looked through some tourist shops, and eventually stopped at a pub for a couple of beers. She put her shorts on, but kept her bikini top on since it over-exposed her impressive cleavage. I rose to get us a couple of beers, and had to wait a while for service. When I finally got back to the table,. ."I shook my head, "did you have a husband or boyfriend?"She shook her head and I shrugged, "then accept Gregor before someone a lot worse gets you."I looked at Teal as I started removing bags from the jewelry story, "we need to remove everything from the locker beside mine."She nodded and moved to it as I went to help. I tossed the clothes on the floor in a pile and kept the few weapons. I gestured to the float and looked at Gregor when he returned, "I have a lot of designer clothes for.