"What's this?" he asked the man.'Gudfella, Daani dowa," the man said.The man was asiatic in appearance, although plainly not Japanese. Pavlov thought ...here was Polynesian influence in his features. He was short and stocky with well-developed shoulders."Here," Roscoe said, "we found this on him."Roscoe passed him a sword about a metre in length. It was crudely fashioned with a grip of bound grasses and pieces of palm bark. Pavlov held it up to the light and found the blade had a blueish tinge.. I was openly cheating on my husband with two of his so called friends who were using and abusing me for their own and what turned to be mine, sexual gratification. I can’t express clearly my feelings being taken by these two cocks, one rammed up my pussy and the other defiling my tight ass. This was only the second cock to enter my asshole, the first being my husbands, but that was only on special occasions as I never really enjoyed the stretching stinging sensation. But here I was absolutely. ’ Gino raised his eyebrow and smirked. ‘Come on then.’ He said ushering her to his car. ************ It wasn’t what she’d thought he would look like. Salvatore Visconti was charming and handsome. Somehow, Leigh expected someone rugged looking and ruthless. This man sitting on an extremely expensive Italian leather armchair looked too sophisticated and courteous to be considered a mob boss. Salvatore got up and walked unhurriedly but purposefully towards Leigh. His whole demeanour was. She guided him and, as he pressed against her, pushing her back against the bookcase, he felt the tip of his erect penis press against her opening. She uttered a soft cry of joy when he began to enter her. Her body, trapped against the shelves, continued to writhe against his as he moved deeper and deeper into her. Shoving her middle against his, and tightening the leg she had around him, Karen whimpered while he continued to slide into her. When he had entered her as far as he could go, she.