” I had the two backpacks with the gold as well as some of Martha’s luggage. All of it was in sealed plastic bags because it was dosed with gas. T...e backpacks each had a gun, the 9 mm was in Martha’s and the cut-down M1 - which was useless - was in the Greek’s. I also had the derringer and I was wearing the cracked ceramic plate on my chest.When I got to the mansion I dropped most of the stuff in the foyer. Everybody greeted me but I acted exhausted and like I needed to have a shower. Abril. When he was satisfied after sodomizing me during more than ten minutes, he pulled out and made me turn over to face him. I finally could see his eyes, that were burning in lust.He grabbed my hair again and made me to open my mouth wide. He then shoved his throbbing black cock between my red lips, making me gag on it.The bastard looked into my eyes while I tried to suck on his cock. He said I should better give him a nasty blowjob, or he would slap me even harder.I tried to satisfy him the best. But this story is not about Prakash and Vidya, it is about Manoj.Manoj:Manoj was a 50-year-old, potbellied dark and bald, potter and craftsman, who used to stay next to the newly married couple. Though once a part of a flourishing family, Manoj was the sole custodian of dying art having been abandoned by his immediate family including his wife.Manoj spent his days practicing his art and reminiscing the past days of glory. Though he was not a simpleton, he did not have any addictions and his. ” Willy Mo fingered his long monster that was beginning to revive. “Maybe you right girl, but I got big plans down the road. I’m going to sell this big pet of mine to the highest bidder one of these days. I’m gonna be a big jig and make those rich bitches and MILFS scream and scratch when the get poled by Mister Mamba.” Sally looked in dismay at the giant rod that had already drilled her aching cunt. It was still sore from the impaling she’d gotten that morning. Her voice quivered.