." I sighed as he slipped two bony fingers across my slit, finding me already growing moist with excitement, " ... I don't want to kill him."Bert laug...ed again. "You bloodthirsty bitch!" He pushed me down. "Suck an old man's cock back to life so I can fuck you properly."I laughed too. "Bring me an old man then."I sank to my knees happily for the Don's Consigliore, his most trusted advisor and oldest friend, if anyone really had friends in our business. He might have been pushing 70, but Bert's. This time I did not see any white, I was pretty sure she was commando, I was sure I saw a hint of bush and maybe even a sliver of pink lip. A few days later Peni came back into the store. "I saw some shoes in a magazine made in Italy..." "Like these, they are perfect for you." I said showing her a picture. "Those are the ones, how did you know?" Peni said with a sexy smile. "I just do." I replied. "Order some for me and a few other pairs of some that I will like since you know these things and. I watch you two. You smile when you're together. An' it's not a "father-daughter" smile, or a "big brother-little sister" smile. An' your face changes when you talk about her. Your eyes. An' she ain't learnt to be subtle yet, so she just bubbles." Helen's eyes twinkled. "If you two haven't already tied up, you're too damn close to count. Am I right?"I didn't say anything."I'm right." She smiled."Helen," I said, "I'm not a dirty old man takin' advantage of helpless little girls. Honest. It's not. As I followed Mark I could help but wonder if he was naked under his robe and once again I was aware of the moisture between my legs. I stopped at the center island while Mark went around it and brought out a container from his cupboard. He turned and faced me while setting it on the island. Very casually he ran his eyes up and down my body. I felt as if he was undressing me right there. I was trying to come up with something to say when he asked: “Let’s see what are you needing, one or two.