I know that Frankie actually cares for me in his own sick, twisted way, but I also know that what he mainly wants is a beautiful, blonde, Anglo trophy... wife to have on his arm in public and socially. You dont know this, and you cant tell anyone else, ever, Frankies father is a Mafia Chief, the head of the West Coast crime family, and Frankie is his right hand man. Being an Italian mobster, Frankie is going to go through life with a hard-on for every good looking woman he sees. Through all of. Their arms entwined around each other, forgetting the situation and the surroundings. He delicately explored her lips and tongue with his. She leaned in towards him, touched her hand to his face, seeking the warmth he offered. Her lips were soft and inviting, pressed firmly against his, a warm tender sensation he never wanted to end. She was sweet tasting, like honey, so fine in his arms, fitting just right. He softly spoke romantic words in her ear, wanting to protect her from people like him,. Then, without warning, the old black man jammed his thumb up my ass. I let out a little cry, which earned me a hard slap on my ass. The manager told Charles to take me to room 17 and that he'd see to it that we wouldn't have to pay the machine to watch the loops. But I guess I had to suck the manager off, as payment. The old guy got in front of my face and took out a surprisingly big cock for an old man. He had grey hair around his BBC, as I started out giving him a hand job. The big bouncer. Looking at Leon, I felt a momentary contempt for him. I'd chosen him because he was the edgiest guy I knew. The idea had stripped away his braggadocio. Asking if he could ask a question was the sort of behavior I liked him for never doing."Leon," I said patiently, "you're organizing a gangbang for my wife. I'm pretty sure that, if anyone can ask me a personal question without getting permission first, it would be you."He chuckled nervously, then said seriously, "Why are you doing this?"I.