''What do you want, filthy slut? ls there something you would like me to do? l thought you are tired and do not want to play, that you hated me pissin... on your bed, but from what l see - you are quite enjoying that piss soaked pillow now...'' he teased me knowing damn well how far he has pushed me. ''Can you please touch my cunt properly? Can you fist me? Please, l want to feel something inside me now! l will do anything, son...'' l said lifting my head from pillow. l did not care about begging. The Gallagher twins worked in the candy factory wearing silly plastic wraps around their hair like they were visiting from another planet and Fiona was employed in Cavanaugh's Funeral Parlor doing whatever the director told her to do. I suspected that the nasty old gent sometimes used her for his personal pleasure down in the basement where all the stiffs could see but couldn't say a word because they were long dead but not yet buried. She didn't let on about it but I could see the sadness in. He doesn’t take it, he doesn’t own that pussy.”“TJ sounds like a nice young man,” Fat Rob said. He erupted in laughter when Tony gave him a look. “No, it sounds like you need to talk some sense into him. Tell him to get out there and get that white pussy!”“I’m sure he’s had a few women, but he and I are different.”“Yes. You and I are similar, aren’t we, old friend?” Fat Rob said, his eyes landed on a woman, dirty-blonde, bangs across the room with a couple friends.“How’s your wife’s family?. "Does your girlfriend lick your ass?" she asked between licks, purring as she swabbed my asshole with long, sensual swipes. "N...No..," I muttered, as Tara began to accompany her torrid rimming with quickening strokes of her fist up and down my cock. Dragging her wet tongue up over my balls, she bit her lip provocatively before taking my dick back between her lips as she moved her hand up to lightly stroke a fingertip over my freshly licked ass. As Tara's massaging turned to gentle prodding, I.