"That's very nice of him, sweetheart. I don't have a job and I really can't do anything, do you know what he has in mind?" he asked."Not really. I don...t know exactly what he does, but I have a feeling that all his ventures aren't exactly above board. I know that he knows a lot of people here in the city and that you wouldn't get into any trouble, it just depends on how moral you are going to be." she added.She knew that she had to say something like that so that Jimmy wouldn't be completely. I looked down and saw that Joe had injected something into my arm with a syringe. I looked up and he had a smirk on his face while he pumped whatever was in the syringe into my arm.I felt dizzy right away and could hardly stand up. In my state, I stumbled but Joe caught me and with his arms around me, led me towards the ladder leading down below. I tripped down the steps and landed in a heap at the bottom of the stairs. Only lying there a few seconds, I felt Joe helping me up to my feet and. The taste had me constantly rubbing my tongue over the tip, working for more of his flavor. My pussy juices were flowing as I went to work on his cock, occasionally popping my mouth off to lick and suck on his balls. Yet every time my lips left his cock, the thick seven inches seemed to beckon me back, especially the glistening red tip. Determined to leave him just as frustrated as me, I backed off the instant I felt him close. He groaned and whimpered, not thrilled to be left at the edge.. ” “You had,” Helen chimes in, a knowing smirk on her lips, “I had planned to visit the art galleries there all along.” “Well, be it as it may…” Robert smiles softly. This is obviously a discussion that they have had before. “...I sought some solitude in the Gallerie dell’Accademia, which is definitely worth taking a day to admire centuries of art which has changed the world. But then I encountered the most beautiful artwork I had ever seen, sitting on a bench in front of a wonderfully sensual.