The good thing about dressing up is that there is really nothing left to say. I dropped to my knees and started sucking his erect cock. He sighed and ...trembled. I could tell that this would not take long. He suddenly pulled away and asked me to strip to my underwear. I did quite happily. I then turned round thinking he wanted to take me. Perhaps he did, however I felt a hot stream of spunk through my panties and on my ass. He thanked me and left.I did have some tissues with me and started to. I gasped when I saw the gnarled, veiny thing in his fist – It was so fucking thick!"Big ain't it," the man said, a statement of fact, not a question. It was undeniable, he had a huge dick. "Touch it," he muttered just as the second man arrived at his side. "Go on, put your fingers around it and have a feel." Oh fuck," I groaned when, after a brief hesitation I leaned forward and took that terrible thing in hand."Stroke it," the man whispered. "Wank that fucker. Feel how fucking stiff it is."The. We’re going to walk upstairs together. If you try to fight me, I hit you with the hammer. If your hands aren’t above your head, I hit you with the hammer.” She tilted her head some, narrowing her eyes. “Want to guess what happens if you try to run?”“...You hit me with the hammer.” he said, his first words to her, terrified and quiet.She snorted. “Guess you have a brain cell after all.” She moved to stand off of him, her arm raised her body tensed, while she didn’t think he would try to run she. There I was standing in a pew at the back of a church with two of my guys. We were waiting for my estranged daughter to walk down the aisle as the star attraction of this wedding. It had been 10 years since I saw her. I had never stopped missing her.Let me step back into time to explain how I got here.My wife (at the time) disappeared with my kid. At first I thought one of my enemies had snatched them. While this type of behavior was not accepted by my compatriots of organized crime, there were.