He was exhausted, overfed, and emotionally overloaded. Tired as he was, he dropped off to sleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.He really sh...uld have expected it.“Nice place,” Raven said sarcastically as she climbed into his small bed.“How’d you get in?” he asked as she sat down next to him, and he tried to gather his senses.“Are you serious? I could have picked that lock when I was five.”“Give me a break. I’m still asleep,” he said when he realized how ridiculous the question was in. ." I said reluctantly.I went into my room and waited for some time hoping that he would not call me again. After about five minutes, he called me again. I walked over to his room.Father-in-law was lying flat on his stomach. As usual, he was wearing only his tahmed. His face was grimacing with pain."What do you want?" I pulled the drape covering his door to one side and asked."Beti (daughter), it's hurting very much." His hand touched a place at his back. "Please..."His eyes wore a pleading. When Cheryl reached back to guide his cock to her pussy, she told him, 'I need that cock. Fuck me with that big dick!'"Anne stopped stroking Mark's cock for a moment as both of her palms grazed her nipples before she returned her hand to his shaft."I'm getting so turned on just remembering and telling you," she added. "As he kept fucking her, I had to reach into Mark's pants and feel his hard cock. Hold it. Stroke it. He was in a tux, and I was in a dress, like you and Phil tonight. You remind. But it could also just be a bunch of coincidences. But then there are those cops who broke into the offices, who work for the Outfit. And Peter Scuderi.”“You don’t suspect Anthony and Connie, do you?”“No. He’s has his restaurant, gambling, loan sharking, and escort action going in Newport and Covington, and he’s helped the Feds nail two large drug shipments from Detroit. Joyce and Connie buried the hatchet as well. Cincinnati is not part of this, I’m sure.”I snapped my fingers.“There MIGHT be.