“I can’t believe you’re actually Misty Compton.”Misty turned to Bobby.“I’m supposed to play with these people?” she whispered. “Store ...eepers and stay-at-home moms?”“Isn’t that who you played with back in the mountains?” asked Bobby, smiling.Misty blinked.“Well yeah ... but...”“Give them a try,” said Bobby. “Amanda wouldn’t have lined them up if they weren’t any good. Trust me on that.”Misty simply stepped up to a mike, turned around, gave them a title and stamped her foot four times. She. He once again applied pressure to my puckered star until it gave way to his intruding digit. His finger made it's way into my ass easier than the previous time. He began working his lubed finger in and out of my ass before adding a second finger. He wasn't wasting any time. It wasn't long until he was fingering my ass with a nice, steady pace. I reached down and began playing with my clit. This wasn't going to be just about him. "Yeah, that's it baby. Play with your clit while I finger your. " I told her I wasn't angry and was actually turned on thinking he was watching.James prepared a nice dinner and kept my wine glass full. We went clubbing for a while, then returned to the hotel for after a nightcap. Susan and James wanted to go to the hot tub, but I declined telling them I was tired. I followed them out to the hot tube minutes later. From my vantage point I could not only see them, but was close enough to listen. Susan was telling James, how exciting it was to have James watch. And I was that busy eating her out that I never heard the door to my office open- Dolores let out a sudden gasp and I thought I was the cause of it but then I heard the hammer of a revolver clicking back and felt the cold steel of a barrel behind my right ear. "Take yer mouth off of my wife's pussy," ordered Jimmy Calbone, under boss to the Carpechie crime family. I stopped what I was doing mid-lick. "This isn't what it looks like, Jimmy," I said. "I can explain and-" "How're you gonna explain.