No way, bitch. Your orgasm is mine. I captured her wrists again, both of them caught in my left hand as my right was plunged deep inside her pussy and...working her hard. Restraining her like that, and denying her touching herself just made her moans louder and her pussy clench even tighter.I couldn’t help it, I wanted to give her even more. And I really, really fucking wanted to taste her. Keeping as good a hold on her wrists as I could, while she writhed and wriggled beneath me, I shuffled down. Lightly accessorised and wearing high-heeled sandals the girls came downstairs and Mama immediately doted on them.“Mama Mia! Such bella femmenielli!” she cooed and poured them a glass of chilled Chianti each.Without the taxi driver to translate, most of the conversation consisted of smiles and hand gestures but the girls got the gist that Mamma saw herself as the girl’s assistant and protector. She doted on them offering them cigarettes and another glass of wine. She interrupted their little. "I was wrong. Somebody WAS stupid enough."No. What I need to do is decide whether to have you shot before or after I eat breakfast."Now the voice was quaking. "I've a report that your communications crew ordered me to deliver to you. They said it was vital you got it now." Oh, very well. What is it?" Crab attack."I was incredulous. "That's it?" Yes, Sir." Crab attack." I repeated the strange message as if that would help me to make sense of it.It didn't seem to be helping."You're dismissed. Now. On Saturday night they would club again only and this time they left with two friends. The delay in the report was because the PI was trying to get pictures of money changing hands. He also achieved pics of group sex in the apartment. The pics were not that clear but they were recognizable. With that information in police hands, a police plant approached Mum for a dance at the club. It took the policeman three visits before he could crack a transaction with James. James was arrested for living.