‘Is Ron there?’ the girl asked. ‘This is Ron…’ I answered ‘Hey there. This is Jan, Remember me?’ she wondered. I remembered her alright.... There’s no way in the world I could forget her. She was a beautiful blonde with a perfect figure and a libido that couldn’t be quenched. She was almost a year older than me and we had dated, off and on, for a few years prior to our last break-up. Afterward, she had gotten involved with some guy and they got married, or so I heard. Consequently, I was a little. A distant relative of mine and Teddy’s accepted a huge sum of money to let the issues this other man had created just simply those go away quietly. That man was big man in the history books, he was indeed one Alphonse Capone known to live in Chicago, Illinois in the 1930’s by the way. And all of us know that Mr. Capone was bigger powerful person than Kronis LaDrainia Sr. will ever will be.” Pam said.“As Teddy is far richer than Kronis and ALL of his many worldwide colleagues all put together.. Apparently the men who wielded the pickaxes were still known as 'hewers', and paid more than most of the other underground workers.To one side of the room, there was a stack of beautiful fossil trees and leaves, their form if not their structure preserved for the last 350 million years in the hard black anthracite that had formed from the plentiful tropical vegetation of the Carboniferous Period. Our guide said that the best examples were sold to collectors or given to museums, but that we were. I’m in another room. I can hear voices. Distant voices. There are so many voices all night, but few of them can be made out. All is dark, but I am not alone.I am on top of a man. My naked breasts are splayed against his skin. My nipples are hard. His hands are on my shoulders. His lips are touching the soft folds of my pussy. My lips surround his hard cock.All is dark. The blindfold is unforgiving, but I know that his cock is very long. He puts his hands on my temples, encouraging me to go.