I just couldn’t resist it and stepped guiltily into the water, panting a little at its temperature then lowered myself up to my neck in its hot dept...hs. It felt simply wonderful as my body adjusted to the heat; the calming, soothing liquid enveloped my tired, aching muscles, its warmth making me almost dizzy with the sensations. I sat on the submerged bench, leaned back against the smooth side, spread my arms around its edge and tilted my face towards the clear blue sky. Relaxation washed over. Oh , and this one his a teamwork, ok? So , see you in an hour. " , he hangs up .Super-Great. A mafia cat. You never can get tired of them. You can never get tired of working for Jonathan Roosevelt, or whatever his real name is. You gotta get prepare . You know very well that you can't just walk away from that kind of life.You get your ass up from the chair , and slowly , but not hardly , walk towards the " living room" , AKA , the guns room. Yeah. Cause you're not that kind of person fo have a. And for the first time i began screaming and moaning with him along with talking.. "Connor your so big you feel amazing im my ass, and i love the way your ass squeezes my cock" he was screaming "yes ana yes your so amazing!" i felt my cock swelling as his did in my ass.. i looked down at him and said "please baby shoot your big creamy load in my ass" he listened almost immediate and cum began pouring fum his cock into my ass. i was moaning in pleasure, and Connor shot so much it began leaking. But there's a lot more to being 'OK' than just the physical state. I was a little sore, but not hurting. And my mental condition was...elated. "I am fine," I said softly, but resolutely. "I am absolutely fine," I repeated, with emphasis. "Are you OK?"Mark nodded and smiled, "Yeah. I'm...I'm going to want...that...again."I lay back and held my arms out for Mark to come to me. He leaned down and gave me a gentle kiss. With our lips touching, I whispered, "Every chance we get." Then I parted his.