The day arrived and the mil with her bitching tongue demanded to see me for the first time since the wife and I had separated, I knew she was going to...go mad at me for fucking around before the Divorce had been finalised, I agreed as it was going to happen and thought sod it might as well face the music and tolerate her half hour of bullshit she was going to shout and scream at me. So dooms day was finally here, not thought about it or what would it could or was going to happen! Woke up about. So I worked.At 2:10 Monday morning I got an email message: “My Prince,” followed by a code word. It meant my paternal grandfather, the Patron, had a use for my services. To be clear, serving him was my primary responsibility, the gang was a hobby and the law firm was recreation. At least, that was the Patron’s view.It would not wait since it seemed I was going to kill a friend. It would also screw up my day. My friend’s day would be worse of course, but he had asked for it. I had to wonder at. ”“Honestly, if I were possible, I would wish for an end to racism. You’re all great, and treat me well, but too many out there look at anyone like me and all they see is a stereo type. We’ve discussed this kind of wish and it’s not possible. So ... my wish would be to be in a position to help prevent unnecessary violence. I don’t know what form it would take, but it sure would feel good to know I was able to do something positive like that.”Denise looked at him and smiled, “You’re a great. I turned to her friend kissing her full sexy lips as the other sucked my hard dick. feeling her tongue swirl around my head then feel her deep throat me with ease. Not caring who watched us, they both began sucking my cock. One focusing on my shaft the other my balls. I smiled at those who watched, some disgusted, others amazed! I watched in astonishment as they took turns deep throating my cock, barely struggling to fit it all. Bobbing their heads up and down faster an faster, wet noises.