But , your ego and your curiosity push you to ask ;" Does that gig have a name ?" Walter Black. A nobody. Works for the Mafia i heard. If your in , w...ich i know you are, then i'll text ya the detail . Oh , and this one his a teamwork, ok? So , see you in an hour. " , he hangs up .Super-Great. A mafia cat. You never can get tired of them. You can never get tired of working for Jonathan Roosevelt, or whatever his real name is. You gotta get prepare . You know very well that you can't just walk. Gently I rubbed his prick between my fingers and thumb; his soft skin hardened and stretched into a nice seven or so inches. Long foreskin hugged his bulging helmet and covered the end of his shaft; I slid my fingers back along his length pulling the skin clear of his end. Then back again to hide his helmet. “What are you doing?” he asked lamely, a hint of fear in his voice. “I’m only going to do what you would do tonight and I quite often do. Only, if somebody else does it it’s more exciting.”. . they ... they are worthy." Very good. You will lead them to their sexual fulfillment." Y-yes, Glorious One, of course." But this transgression will not go unpunished."Victor looked at Terri from the corner of his eye. A sadistic smile marred her face once more before she masked it.Foolish woman, Victor thought.Victor gestured. Terri raised her hood. Both her and the cultist at the other end of the altar proceeded towards a niche in the back of the underground church, the opening covered by a. My cock sank completely into her cunt, and I could feel her wet cunt lips in my pubs. Both of us were screaming, grunting and yelling and my cock was going to spurt as I thrust as fast I as could. Mary's eyes opened wide, her breathing stopped, her mouth wide open, silent as my cock started to spurt into her wet, orgasming cunt. I made my final thrust, burying my big cock completely to the hilt, pinning my hips to hers forcefully, and began ejaculating.Motionless, my body in rigid in orgasm,.