The Russian Mafia, for whom he worked, had given him nearly carte blanche since the club was really a front for their drug and prostitution business a...d was frequently used to launder money. With the money rolling in hand over fist, the higher ups indulged him in his attempts to keep the club at the forefront of the avant-garde in the city's underground. Besides, Mikel had adapted to the decadence of capitalism quite easily and was actually running the club at a profit. Add to that the erotic. Beecher told me to get some floral prints," he shrugged."That doesn't mean you should buy every damn floral print dress in thecatalogue," she said, then started clearing out his shopping basket." Floral dresses are nice, but you don't need more than three or four, atleast right now," she said. "What you need are some blouses, skirts, ablazer or two, and some lingerie. And off-work clothes, of course." I don't really need off-work clothes," David said."You can always wear your office clothes all. He scrolled through feeling awfulthat she was so worried about him."Wow, would you look at that. Our little Noah, so concerned aboutanother person's feelings that he didn't even realize he had been putback in the driver's seat." He looked up from the phone, suddenlyaware as he did that his body was responding to him again. "Go ahead,you really should let her know you're alright. In fact, why not tellher exactly what's going on?"He started tapping out a reply but paused. He knew he couldn't. The hose she had aimed at the jar. Her lubedhand went into my ass. She had two fingers on my prostate gland. Withone hand on my dick and the other on my prostate, I was quickly emptiedof my sperm. I now understood why she said I would scream. It hurt andhurt bad. She kept pumping me until I passed out.Later on, I woke up again. She said, "I have good news for you. Yoursperm was excellent. I decided to milk you eight more times."Then she did the milking procedure again. I was in pure pain and.