Thankfully we were seated and we could get away from the perv behind thebar. When Jenny and I tried to thank Danny, he brushed us off, sayingthat was...his job. We enjoyed a great meal that would serve as the basefor our consumption for the night.Like the previous year, Jenny had used her family's influence to get usinto the VIP section at Lacus. Us three girls enjoyed the freechampagne, but Danny would have nothing to do with it. He tried to geta beer, but this was a trendy place and a Grain. “Keep going professor, please. That feels so fuckinggood,” she groaned.What, the arse or the cunt, which one? He enquiredteasing her.“Both you teasing bastard!” she said irritably.His fist moved ever deeper, until his hand disappearedup to his wrist. He was able to feel her whole insides,and more to the point, he found her G spot and startedworking on it. She went wild, groaning and squirming,all the while muttering unintelligible words, as shecontinually climaxed time. As she held his head, helping him find the pace she liked best, he took her butt in both hands, drawing her as deeply inside him as he could. Her cock wasn’t long enough to enter too far into his throat – he liked feeling his lips and tongue make contact with her. He felt her throbbing with need. As he bobbed his head up and down on her cock, his hands reached upward to her breasts, kneading their flesh. He pinched her nipples pulling them and increasing her need. “Yes, Damien, yes!” she. Horace admired the material. ‘Nice slack’s, Marty. What is it, Italian?’ ‘Armani.’ Horace nodded, impressed. ‘I’d keep ’em, I was you.’ ‘Naw, I got three inches more in the waist now then back then.’ Back in the day, Marty had lived large. He stole cars, hijacked trucks, and robbed high stake poker games, and payrolls. Flush with cash, he hovered up cocaine for breakfast and Maker’s Mark for lunch, so jittery from dope and hung over from booze he seldom bothered to eat. He had gained thirty.