"Well my friend Victor; here is the deal: I am Tom and my buddies and I watched you taking a shower. You got such a pretty ass, so we just wanted to c...me over and greet you…" What do you want?...I'm not gay". I blurted out, staring at them."Neither are we, but we saw the fine piece of ass you are and we would love to take advantage of it". Tom responded as he smiled.I was still wet from the shower and just had a towel around my waist. They could clearly see me shaking with fear and anticipation. . I'll ... Ohhh!" I think Cassie was trying to tell me she was about to come. She practically smothered me with kisses, frantically seeking my lips and then my eyes, my cheeks and then my nose. I managed to hold off my own orgasm, pushing back a little so my cock wasn't so tightly rubbing against her tummy."Cassie, you are so sweet and loving and excitable. So pretty. So much my compañera. You know that I love you, don't you?" I do know, Brian. Did you know that I love you, too? I've loved you. Mr. DiTucci used his skills as an interrogator. He could cut his victim up slowly while preventing the person’s immediate death. He would question the poor soul as he did the deed. He had been known to be able to keep his subject alive for up to a week and he always got the information requested. It was said that the victim was usually begging to be killed many days before he was actually put down. From that point on, I only messed with Angelo and the other wise guys I knew. I still had. I paused after a moment, and asked, "Why don't you like having your picture taken?" Because I never look good in pictures. I'm not very photogenic." You haven't been photographed correctly. Take a look, you look great in the photos." I showed her some of the shots I had taken, using the preview screen on the back of my camera.She got very quiet as she viewed them, then in a soft voice, said, "You're very good. Those are fantastic photos. I've never looked like that." Would you like to do some.