“Great…let me tell you the way we work…” they started to say something about Joey and what he’d told them at the bar, “I know what he was ...upposed to tell you, but please, bear with me…a couple minutes now and there will be no misunderstandings later, okay?” The ebony-skinned man looked down at me, looking deep into my eyes for a long few seconds. Then he turned to look at Jimmy and then again back at me. He grinned slightly. “You been here before, yes?” I nodded back. “Worked a lot. Megan said. “Oh, look there are lights coming up the drive. Peter must be home.” Megan ran to the front bedroom so she could see down into the parking area. She ran back to tell us Peter had a girl with him. Martin and I slipped into sweats and went down stairs to meet Peter’s girl. It was late by now and we were surprised that Peter had brought her home at this hour. She was so drunk she had no idea where she was or who we were. Martin told Peter this was not a good Idea. But Peter said her. Where’s Mike – wrapped up in some deal?”“Precisely, except the ‘deal’ isn’t in Boston, it was in Moscow about twelve hours ago. He’d hoped to get away before five o’clock their time, but the Russians insisted he go to a long dinner with them to celebrate the deal. I think he was also expected to eat black bread, pickles – which he doesn’t like, and drink a gallon or two of vodka. If he’d gotten away by five, he might have been here now, but as it is, he won’t appear until tomorrow morning. So,. Gina pulled my cock smacking from her lips and pulled me toward her mouth, licking my balls and dragging her tongue up the crack of my ass. My instinct was to pull away as the old bitch began circling then stuffing the tip of her tongue into my tight asshole. It felt so damn good I couldn’t stop her. She had my ass cheeks with both hands and her thumbs spreading me. I had jacked off dozens of times imagining stuffing my tongue in my mother-in-laws ass and now here I was with her eating my ass.