"I don't believe talking to an alleged mob boss would be good for my health," I told Alyssa."I guarantee your safety," she said."And you'd go against ...our father?" I asked, but my tone of voice told her I knew she would not, even if it meant breaking her word."You can bring your friends," she said, spinning to the side and gesturing into the limo."Berto?" Lieutenant Miranda Jones asked me when the goons let her by.I nodded."Hudson County's most powerful mafioso," she said with a wince. "What. Well now he was sitting beside me on this Summer afternoon. I noticed as he sat down he still had his white football socks on from the mornings training. Martin, 'why are you still wairing your football socks from this morning, they must be a bit sweaty by now'. Martin replied, 'I like the feel of them pulled up my legs, like stockings'. I asked 'do you like sweaty socks' Martin replied by taking my shoe and undoing the laces. He put my shoe up against his nose and sniffed. I then kicked off my. Adam noticed the wetness at the juncture of her legs but he bypassed the erogenous zones at her midsection. He planted a kiss at the top of her panties and on each hip but refrained from burying his face in her mound like he wanted to do. Rebecca couldn't help but notice the large stain on the front of Adam's shorts. He was aroused by what he was doing, too.Adam altered his routine for Rebecca's upper torso. He kept his kisses soft and light on her skin but his hands no longer massaged the. I crossed the room. Our eyes locked on each other. V’s smirk dissipated.“Pull on my tits,” she whispered, suddenly flushed and needy.As I grasped her nipples and teased them outward, she slid her hands from under my own and put them on my shoulders. I pulled hard; she moaned loudly and wrapped her legs around my waist.I pressed her against the movie screen expanse of the picture window. The glass bowed out and trembled, but held. My cock strained against my pants and the bunched material of her.