She cried out “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, oh fuck I’m cumming.” I continued and she was breathing frantically, her body shaking uncontrollab...y as she came again. Her sweet tight virgin body had lost all control as she blurted out “I’m going to explode, oh my god, oh my god I love you.”I was rock hard and leaking so much I thought I’d came myself in all the excitement. She was still quivering and trying to catch her breath as I moved up her stomach kissing her as I did. I kissed and caressed. I knew Amelia would probably tell her mother that my threat was idle — if she hadn't originally, I was certain she had conveyed the information by this time.But I also knew that $50,000 would put Federici out of business. I hadn't anticipated it when I told him the amount but after a little research I had confirmed that Amelia's assessment was correct. Enrico Federici was losing control of his operation — to his son and his ex-wife.Violet and Tony didn't have enough leverage to force him out. She had eight minutes and picked up her two suitcases taking them downstairs by the front door, along with her boarding pass and passport.Vicky washed her hands and changed her clothes and then returned to the front door. Her hands were clammy, and she peered out through the letterbox; there was a space outside her house and she waited.Two minutes later, a battered red Vauxhall Astra pulled up and she opened the door, grabbing her two bags and sprinted down the path. "Hambleton," she called out. As usual Mom was wearing one her favorite night shirts. It was a red and black checkered pattern of light flannel, with a low cut neckline that would always balloon open when she leaned over. She sat on the edge of the bed and began to massage my legs, doing one and then the other, from my calves to just above the knee. "Let me get more comfortable," she said as she stood up and pushed my legs apart. She climbed onto the bed between my feet and kneeled, sitting back on her legs. She resumed her.