“Because you’re going to be my good girl. You’re going to do as I say, aren’t you?”I giggle again, but she puts her hand over my mouth. Shit..., she’s hot.“Now that that’s cleared up,” Bianca says, “I want you to take off your shirt.”“B-but,” I stamper, “I’m already half-naked, it’s your turn.”She smirks. “Talking back to me, now? I want to see your pretty little tits. Go on.”I take off my shirt. My nipples are already hard, and I can feel my juices flowing below me. Bianca takes in the view for a. She was exhausted. When they were done they threw her onto the table. It was now the bosses turn. He removed the leather belt from her tattered jean shorts and fastened it around her neck tightly. He mounted her and fucked her so hard every thrust made her scream. He pulled the belt tightly choking her. She couldnt breath. He was torturing her loosening and tightening the belt at will. A squishy wet sound was heard with every thrust as the poor girl was injected with copious quantities of cum.. I want to know why he asked for you?" she said."Well he thought he could get a better deal with the federal prosecutor, than he could from us local people. He wanted me to intercede for him. If I'm not mistaken she was on the way down for a meeting, when Tommy Kilborn tragically died." He tragically died, when you and your mercenary friend killed him," Morris said."He had every chance to surrender, but he chose to point a gun at Logan," I said."You mean Liam Logan a known mercenary," Morris. Girls were soft. Suzette had kissed me, and it had been so soft and tender I almost couldn't describe it. A guy would have pressed his lips firmly against mine, taking what he wanted, not that I wouldn't have enjoyed it. But her skin was soft, her breasts soft but firm, and so on.I consoled myself with one thing: neither one of us had to clean up when we were done. We hadn't had to douche, or wash come out of our hair. Oh, we'd been smelly from sweat, but it was Louisiana with a humidity.