. Little... Cocksucker... Turning... Me... Into... A.... Fag...” I grunted out each word with each thrust. Even as he writhed for more of my cock he...still had the gall to show me cheek.“You fucking love being a fag, Uncle Jake. I bet you've never fucked a bitch with a pussy this tight.” It was true, though I wasn't going to tell the little fucker that. His ass seemed to ripple around my dick, pulling it in until I was sure I was spearing his guts to hell. I eventually let his hips go, leaning. “I would have stopped her if she were to attempt to terminate you,” she says with a sweet and unexpected voice.“Excuse me?” Rolan asks, not sure he heard right.“I said I would have stopped her if...”“I heard you,” he says holding up his hand. “Why would you do that? I doubt Tancheres would care that much to keep me alive.”“Probably not, but my orders come more specifically for Natalya herself on your protection than from anyone else.”Rolan thinks about this for a moment. “That’s comforting. So. "Go put this on your bed,darling. I think it will look so pretty."Inside the sack was a pink quilted bedspread with ruffled edge and rosesdaintily screened around the bottom. Nick look up at his mother andasked, "My bed?" Yes, dear."Nick gulped and took the bedspread to its new resting place. Hedutifully pulled off the Green Bay Packers spread and put this one on,pulling and patting until everything was straight. When he turned aroundhis mother was in the door smiling. She held a girls nightie.. Cinnamon cleared her throat before she responded.“I may have mentioned you were a big producer,” she said guiltily.“When?” I asked. I’d made my own reservations.“I sort of found out about the trade show when I was scanning things to be sure I knew as much as I could about what was going on there. You were on the plane and I knew you’d need a cover story, so I called the Venetian, pretending to be your assistant.”“You are my assistant,” I said.“I’m Deb Riley’s assistant, but technically not.
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