She knew that he wanted her on the side so she wouldn't get in the way of his other ... entertainments. Apparently it was a lonely life being a gangst...r's wife too, and this loneliness was something she and Nate could share. He had standing orders to protect her whenever she wasn't with Bugsy. He went from being a ball-breaker to a bodyguard. He tagged along on some runs, just to work out his pent up frustrations and aggressions. As they walked along the sidewalk on their usual route, a freak. She rocks forward trying to make the spray go over her head and run down her back. I tell her to sit back on her heels. The look she gives me is one of pure desperation. This is discomfort without eroticism. It is not enjoyable. She wants it to stop.I move to the shower and she is briefly hopeful, but I only put the plug in the tub so that it starts to fill. Now she is instructed to lay back, hands above her head, as the water that falls on her slowly fills the tub. She is gasping constantly. She agreed and asked me to take whatever she said to carry the other day. I agreed and I shared the location to meet. She came and we both checked in. We entered the room. I had carried all the stuff in a bag.I threw the bag and checked the room properly for any suspicious stuff. She was sitting on the bed. I went out checked the room service guy. I ordered a cool drink a few munchies and chocolate. I went inside and turned on the ac and lights. She insisted me to turn off the lights.I turned. “I installed this truck mirror at this exact spot on your handlebars, knowing you like to keep your eye on things. Now you can enjoy an up close and personal view of your progress,” he pointed out as he helped me up onto the pedals. Q squeezed more KY out and spread some up into my pussy. With growingly annoying zeal, he finished, “Let me sit down underneath you, here on the floor, so I can watch your pussy do the new Devil’s Dick workout.” I was about to tell him to stuff The Devil’s Dick up.