G. was no common thug, or so-called Mafioso. One was a new breed of criminal. Well educated, savvy on the Law, criminology, DNA, and technology, He ra... an organization that used both technology and terror to keep the cash flowing, and to keep the average citizens in line."Pete, get JJ and Duke. We need to have a meeting," One told his second-in-command. A few minutes later, the four men were meeting in a small, soundproof room in Mr. G's building. The room was swept for bugs daily and. My tongue slapping at that nub lapping the juices, burying its self into the folds of the soft velvety lips, chewing on the hairy bush in a frenzy of any tiny fantasies my fetid brain could come up with. She began to shake, it was her first climax with me, though I neither understood it or had a clue as to what was happening, terror gripped me, what had I done...had I triggered a stroke perhaps like when gran died, alarmed I stepped back and she shouted for me “not to stop please not to. ." She suddenly remembered something. "I... I have acouple appointments this afternoon. I'll be home about six."He sighed. "I'll be waiting for you, then, with take-out for supper. Is"the Colonel" okay?" Extra crispy for me, okay."***[James' life-thread: H. James Randolph, rising junior partner in thelaw firm of Haskell, Dornan, and Young, specializing in tax and civillaw. He is the firm's chief political "player", proudly advising majorclients on financial and political matters.]The intercom. So i just continued walking and she turned around and saw me and waved. my heart thumpped into my throat and i wanted to die of heart failure, shes so beautiful. she is about 5 inches shorter than me im about 5'10" so ya im short too i guess and i weigh about 300 pounds, like i even have a chance. now she is not that ski ny either but shes also not fat, if i had to guess i would say she weighs about 130 pounds if that, with light brown hair, a voice of golden harps, and a smile of a godess.