Now I wasn't dumb. I knew that such an offer had to have some sort of strings attached to it. So I asked him what the catch was.With brutal honesty he...told me exactly what the catch was. He explained that he was a Mafia boss with ties to organized crime that stretched around the globe. He told me that, though he didn't enjoy it, he'd ordered people killed before. He said that he thought I was an excellent pilot with a distinguished record (he then pulled out a file on me, explaining that he'd. Well muscled and about six feet tall with dark brown hairand olive skin. He wore a red silk shirt and a pair of tan dresspants. They'd both been drinking quite a bit which I thoughtwould probably make my masquerade all the easier. "Well . . .here goes" I thought. My heart raced with anticipation as Iclutched the figurine in my pocket. "I think you need a little trip tothe restroom my friend." Quickly the man excused himself andmade his way toward the back of the club. I followed him into. " ?Quinntossed the remote to John, "Now that we've got our profiles saved in thememory, should be fine to play around a bit. ?We'll just change back inan hour." Haha, I don't have your profile saved exactly" John admitted "I kind of'shortchanged' you. Down there" John said bursting into laughter."Wait, you what!?" Quinn spewed, setting down his glass and opening uphis pants, "Dammit. ?Damn you John. ?This is why I was hesitant aboutthis. ?Just... ?do whatever. ?Don't make me old though. ?Not. "Say it correctly, SLUT!" she said sternly. Blinking the stars away, it dawned on me that I had forgotten one of herrules. "May I worship your pussy, Mistress?" I yelled out. She lifted my chin and smiled at me. Her eyes knew she had won a major battle,stealing a critical piece of my soul. With surprising gentleness, she said, "yes,my pet, you may." As she leaned forward, I sucked up all of my courage and kissed the top ofher slit. I repeated this down her lips as far as my restraints would.