They might need him but they sure as hell didn’t want to be caught hiding him, not after that. So they told him to leave. That will never, to my dy...ing day never, cease to amaze me. The Mafia, Al Capone type mafia let him simply walk away after he told them what they needed. I’ve watched enough movies, I would have put money on it that they would have had him sleeping with the fishes. Nope. Off you go you sick murdering bastard, and Merry fuckin’ Christmas to you. I have to give it to dad. He’s. You feel on overwhelming urge to be spread open. Then all of a sudden there is a low growl and your ass cheek is grabbed and pulled to the side. You feel it start deep in your belly and then spread out to your cock and balls. You want him to stick something inside of you…anything…his thick finger, his cock…his tongue. The first thing you feel is his wet spit followed by a string of obscenities at how fucking hot your hole looks glistening. You respond back with a filthy invitation for him. “If I wanted to, I could kill you right now. Choke you to death with my dick.” He taunted her. As he felt her body going limp, he pulled his cock from her mouth and she gasped for breath. Life filled her eyes as she caught her breath but her hands never drift from her head and she continued to stay on her knees. Slave knows her place.“Did you like that feeling slave? Knowing you might choke to death on your masters dick?”“Yes master.” She replied.“What a good little whore.” He. The anesthetized camaraderie exhibited by her female teammates made her imminent venture appear quite commonplace as this potential First Team All-Conference Hole Check-turned-seductress went about her spectacular performance by slipping off the shoulder straps of her red one piece Speedo swimsuit. Her Lycra harnessing was permitted to carelessly free fall, collapsing at the sides of her athletic biceps allowing the taunt red swim wear fabric to relax, while having the direct opposite effect.