"None of your business, is it?" The girl, in spite of her young voice, seemed to be tougher than the boy."No, none of my business, you're right there.... We'll be at my house in a few minutes, how does a cup of tea and dinner sound to you? Perhaps even a hot shower?" I never got an answer to that one but I hadn't really expected one anyway. Another ten minutes and we rolled up the driveway of the little cottage I had bought years ago. It was about a hundred kilometers south of Vienna and. He already had it folded out. Frank told me to get on the bed. When I did, he pushed a pillow under my hips. All four of them surrounded the bed. My pussy was throbbing from my orgasm and I just automatically pulled my legs back. I felt like a total slut when I spread my thighs and waited form somebody to start fucking me." Paula reached over and squeezed my cock. "Mmmm.. you're hard, Honey. This makes you hot, doesn't it?" What could I say? My wife could feel me throbbing. "Frank mounted me. ” Michael smiled warmly and replied: “You're not the only jealous one, you know. On your wedding day, I felt the same. You were with Nathan and I knew I couldn't stand a chance against him. Not after you'd be married to him anyway. You were his. That was before I met Christina. With her everything changed. We were a perfect couple, like made for each other. And that, again, was before she passed away two years ago.” “I remember the funeral. You were in such a miserable shape I so desperately. McPherson," he said. "To what to I owe this honor?"Enrico Federici was one I expected to call me Mr. McPherson."Perhaps you should discuss that with the owner of this cell phone number," I stated as I handed the slip of paper Janet had given me across to him. I could tell he recognized the digits."Here are the facts, Mr. Federici," I said. "You allowed a man with no money to place bets with you. He lost and you want that money. That money is not forthcoming because, quite frankly, Mr. Gomez no.