A bit of a Texas twang broke through. Not one of those friendly kinds of accents but the one a Texas Ranger says to someone he’s about to shoot. “...eah, that’s me.” He squinted harder and followed with, “Wait, I know you.” I laughed, a sound I know some have likened to silver bells ringing, likely the effect of ten years of voice lessons as a chi1d.“You sure do. And I also know you’re smart enough to know I’m not some hooker. You and your boys fucked me good the other night and I liked it. I. Her logic was that she was face down, and it was dark. Like I needed to be convinced to take them off, I just needed permission, so I slid my underwear off, and began working her back.I had lost all track of time, forgetting how many times the CD had repeated, it was no longer a viable means of telling time as the batteries were dying but I had guessed I was at least 2 hours in. I continued working her back, amazed that my cock had not dropped its cargo. There were a few more tight spots,. Hell, I remember the old Family Las Vegas. With the Families who broke your fingers or your head if they caught you cheating.Problem is, the corporations came in and the Mob got kicked out. Corporations make the Mob look like kids when it comes to hardball.The Mob just couldn't stand up to the real evil of Corporate America.Hey, before people start writing and complaining, it's only a comment. I like corporations. I think they're a great idea.Because if I don't say that, I know what could. " Were you naked again?" Not this time. You know that tiny, stretchy little black bra that barely covers my boobs, with the matching black thong panties? The one you love so much? Well I thought my sweet boy might get a kick out of that too. When he came in I was lying on the bed in that outfit waiting for him." What did he say when he saw you?" Something incomprehensible. I think he had a little more confidence that I was into it, but he still wasn't too sure what was going to happen. I.