He pushed his cock slowly inside my pussy until it was all in. He pumped slow and steady. I still stroked Adam's cock as Jack fucked me on the counter... Then Jack picked me off the counter. I was still impaled on his cock as he walked to the bedroom laying me down on the bed. He continued to fuck me slowly and Adam straddled my face sticking his hard cock in my mouth.Adam fucked my mouth hard pushing his cock down my throat making me choke. Jack's cock was stroking in and out slowly and I. He had handed her a photograph of Albert Virello, and she had spent several minutes memorizing it. The photograph had showed Virello sitting in a restaurant, wearing an elegant navy-blue suit. He was smiling at something, and Chaisey recognized immediately that he was quite good looking. In his forties, he had smooth, tanned skin and dark gray hair. His features were lean and sharp, and he reminded her of a wolf."Are you in Chicago on business?"Chaisey turned to look at Virello. "You could say. She bounded over and jumped up on the couch, landing next to me and swinging her legs across my lap."I was just seeing if I needed to shave my legs," she explained. "Whaddya think?"What the hell, I thought, and ran my hand up her calves, and from the outside to the inside of her thighs. Her legs were smoother than nearly anything I had ever felt. She looked at me thoughtfully, expecting a verdict.Leaving my hand on her thigh, I answered casually "No way."She smiled and flopped back from her. So I swore off. I promised myself that I'd pay someone a dollar every time I drink one. You know, make it more expensive. Maybe that'd help me stop. So here's your dollar.” He stepped forward, hand still offering her the bill.“How droll. Is it working? No, you don't have to give me any money.” Patricia returned his warm smile. Standing closer, his cologne was quite pleasant, quite manly. “No, a deal's a deal. I promised myself. Please, take it.” He was now only an arm's reach.