Horse-cock stirred as her hot bottom and thighs warmed up the cold seat. Sure enough in the top desk drawer was a pile of nude magazines. Most were qu...te old, showing mature ladies with huge busts in ridiculous poses, which held no appeal to Amy, or horse-cock. Near the bottom of the pile Amy found what looked from the cover to be a stuffy medical journal, but inside was pure joy. Photographs of young girls in tight white jodhpurs and black riding boots, saddling up their horses. Over the page. In my line of work, everyone knew Belli's name. He was affiliated with organized crime, but too well connected to be arrested by the police. People that were set to testify against him had a habit of vanishing. In short, he's a bad man. And, unfortunately for me, a creative pervert.I didn't know that the museum was one of many legitimate fronts for his dirty dealings. Who ever heard of a mobster owning a museum!? But he did, and the jewel I stole was his. I said everyone in my line of work knew. My cock was literally touching the back of her throat. “I am out of breath,” she said gasping. But she continued her job. She was worshipping my cock like a good girlfriend. I knew I had to return the favor.She then raised her speed and soon I cummed inside her mouth. I had never cummed so hard. “Ahh oh baby that’s it, you are so good.” She then raised her face mouthful of cum drooling through the side of her lips. She then came towards me and kissed me with her cum filled mouth.It was a mixed. .. sidetracked."April just laughed and replied, "Not at all. Some alone time is probably what we both need right now. After a good shower."Brenda came around the bed and met April halfway to the door. She stopped her, and grabbed her shoulders. April, with hands full, just let her.Slowly, and tenderly, Brenda kissed April. An almost chaste kiss, no open mouth, just a thank you.They shared a look, then Brenda dropped her arms and walked off to the shower, while April dressed herself, letting.