Michael had the greatest parties. Everybody who was anybody went to them.Michael was a drug dealer. He’d been selling drugs since he was eighteen. H...e made friends with somebody who was in the mob. They gave him clients and he did quite well for himself. He gave his cut to the mob and the rest was his. He had several runners that ran the drugs for him.Life was great for many years. He had a few stints with the law and had to spend a few months in the can. He never had to do any serious time. Not. She rubbed my cock with her cum soaked hand while I stroked her nipples which were all slippy with cum. Sally used my remote and mine shot straight in the air landing on Poppy. Then it all started again – slightly less this time – but the ladies prankishly joined in with the turkey basters – squirting in the hard to get at places like my ears. My hair was by now soaking as was Poppy’s. One lady attached a baster to my urethra and pumped a load of cum back into my bladder. A few others joined. As I thrust into her harder I could see her orgasm approaching. Her body froze and a long groan escaped her mouth, I pumped twice more and I came too."Oh my, that's the way to start the day," she smiled up at me, "you have the shower first, I just want to lay here for awhile, ok." Sure love," I agreed.The hot water felt good and I day dreamed about my good fortune.I never been a pussy magnet, but I've had a few, mostly long term relationships, I was even married once. Now I was happy to be on. As the book hit the table, he suddenly realized that he was alone for thevery first time since his arrival. Deciding to take advantage of themoment, he pulled down his pantaloons and began probing his groin. Whathe saw down there scared him. It looked like a puffy vagina. Tentativelyat first, afraid of what he might not find down there, he stuck a shakinghand down to his groin. He discovered that everything seemed to be stillthere and probed more aggressively.He found the head of his penis.