"Just as they hugged, the doors opened and Brianna was dragged from her brother.**********"Here she is." the fat man said.Brianna looked up at her cap...or and froze.He was very broad and a little taller than she was. He had dark hair falling in waves to his shoulders. He wore dark jeans with a button up shirt of a dark red color gaping open to show muscles.Ludwig paced around his prize. She had lovely skin, slightly tan. Her hair was a simple brown, framing her face and showing her green eyes.. When it got to 5pm, she couldn’t get out of there fast enough. She practically ran all the way to the bus station. Eager to get home, jump in the shower and make sure her pussy was nice and smooth for him. A little pampering, fix her hair and finally apply a little make up. She hadn’t been away from him this long before. She wanted to make sure she looked good for him.He text her a little after 8pm and said he was on his way. She got butterflies at the thought of seeing him. Downing a glass of. Conte would be aware he had juice because of his Uncle Vinnie running things east of the Grand Concourse.The sound of bicycle bells on the street below gave evidence of the bevy of children roaming the quiet streets on this Sunday morning."Sal, I need to talk to you."The intrusion of his Aunt Gina's voice at the roof door brought him back to reality.He quickly released the latch and opened the door for her. The attractive mature woman who was a permanent part of his life came through the hatch. She motioned for me to come. I stared at the door.“Nobody’s coming,” she said.Yeah, right, I thought. This was probably the same silly behavior that made her so dang popular with the kids—at least for the first couple of months, before they realized she was a pushover.I was looking away, hearing my own breaths, wondering what the hell I was doing with this bimbo. I felt her foot tap my thigh. Her foot kicked over the lacey hem of my dress. I felt her toes on my skin. She had her tongue out,.