” I snickered.Shaking his head, he turned to head out, but I just stood there, mischievously watching. I couldn’t believe how horny I still was. �...�Sorry I called you a mother-fucker.” I called out. “You’re not. I don’t think you have what it takes.” He turned and looked at me suspiciously. “I don’t think you could fuck me even if you wanted to. I don’t think you have it in you. I don’t think you're strong enough.”“I could if I wanted to.” He said defiantly. He was always a sucker for. I was crap. I didn’t know the first thing about tennis but I tried my damndest to win.After the match, George excused himself doing an Oscar winning portrayal of a man trying to pretend he had a meeting and left Rocco and Ezio to take care of me for the evening.Within twenty minutes, Rocco and Ezio already had me up in their penthouse suite and on the couch half naked.They were kissing me all over, grabbing at me, massaging me all over. They both would take turns deep soul kissing me and. "So how should we deal with the problem of the traitor?" Pray, that's all we can do. Other than that, I think we should act as though nothing has happened. We'll just train the men extra well and be on our guard in case we're caught in a trap. We have to be careful though, we want to minimize the traitor's effects on us, especially this next assault." If I may ask, what is our next target?" The White House." You're kidding." Nope." Very well, sir" Armand answered with a rueful grin as he stood. Before the door had closed behind us I pinned her against the foyer wall and kissed her hard. She was making the sexiest noises as we stood there grinding our bodies together. She whipped my dick out of my trousers in record time and grabbed it tight pulling and rubbing it while I unbuttoned her shirt and practically ripped her bra off to get to those firm tits and awesome nipples. Breathing very heavy now Kirsty pushed me down by the shoulders to her waist level and pulled her skirt up. She.