Jen smiled at me, completely understanding my tone. "OK. I guess I can do that. But if I don't wear it for 'him, ' when am I ever going to wear it for...you?" I'll just have to get the bosses to send Mike out of town once in a while," I said, already thinking about the possibilities.Three-quarters of an hour later, hand-in-hand once again, we headed down to the lobby and caught a taxi from Mirage to Paris. I'd been able to get a reservation at the restaurant in the replica Eiffel Tower. It sits. "Gary sat up straighter."Seriously?"Knife nodded."They haven't put any money together for a hit, least not that I've heard, but the club knows where he lives and anyone at that address is fair game. Even the girls. Hell, given what we know about them, especially the girls."Ken leaned back in his chair and tried to control his anger. Today could have been worse, but he was afraid to ask how."What are the chances that they'll try and come here?"Gary shrugged."I'd say pretty high, if this were. Stopping at the waterline, which covered my now pulsating cock, she proceeded to wash my right leg down to the cast and then reached in the water to wash my left leg. The washrag no longer in her hand, her soapy fingers moved up my left thigh. Leaning further in to the tub, the water splashed up on her top, allowing her erect dark nipples to show through her white cotton top.Tanya's soapy left hand grasped the base on my cock and began an up and downward movement as her right hand gently. Silly me... Did I spill something?... Wasn't I supposed totell you about her afternoons whoring her hot little body on the streets forher crack money?... Didn't you know that Billybouy's wife is a crackwhore?... Oh yeah, she loves sucking cock... She loves buying her rocks...She loves smoking them in darkened tenements and letting animal after animaltake her in her ass and cunt and mouth... And oh lover-boy... You should seeher fuck that great dane... Yeah... on her hands and knees... Legs.