The Russian Mafia, for whom he worked, had given him nearly carte blanche since the club was really a front for their drug and prostitution business a...d was frequently used to launder money. With the money rolling in hand over fist, the higher ups indulged him in his attempts to keep the club at the forefront of the avant-garde in the city's underground. Besides, Mikel had adapted to the decadence of capitalism quite easily and was actually running the club at a profit. Add to that the erotic. Then her hand was around my cock and it was growing. I had only just learned how to masturbate but her hand felt real good.Then suddenly she got over me, straddled my hips, and held my cock up as she lowered herself down onto it. I was being raped but I didn’t care, in fact I was enjoying it a lot.As she rose up and settled back down I could feel her breast rub against my cheek. I turned my head and occasionally I got a hold of her nipple with my lips. I heard her moan but I still had no idea. . I loved the taste and the texture of her and I enjoyed what she did with her mouth, but when it came to the point, we both wanted me in her. Where I'd been frightened of committing to her, now I was terrified of separation.That Monday, we had a wonderful, leisurely day exploring Dun Laoghaire, rarely losing physical touch. We found an excellent café at lunchtime, did some shopping for provisions, ate ice-cream, and found a book-shop. We spotted it at the same moment and turned toward it. . awesome! Powerful! As for the size of my junk ... I'm bigger than any of the others, and I feel like that makes me better. I know that's typical male thinking, but it is how I feel about it. I have a bigger dick than any guy and, I suspect, even most real stallions. The best way to describe how I feel about that is ... proud. If that's my hormones talking, then so be it. Maybe Angus tweaked the hormone thing and finally got it right. I dunno."So it all comes down to the same question..