Yeah, I wanted to see it. And more.She gently drew the sheet down, the dim light in the room revealing the head. There’s the head of six beautiful i...nches of Dil. She kept pulling. It IS beautiful. I hope she didn’t see me lick my lips reflexively.“It’s fascinating,” I sighed.“Tasty, too,” she slurred. “Mmmm. Watch!”And right there in front of me she bent over and sucked about an inch and a half into her mouth.I felt my pussy twinge.He moved. She released him. “Let ‘im get back to sleep good.”He. ”“I have a $2 million life insurance policy,” I chuckled. “It’s the old adage. If you owe the bank $100,000, they own you. If you owe them $100,000,000, you own them!”“You’re playing a dangerous game!”“I don’t have a choice, do I? They’re going to keep coming at me. If I show weakness or I waver, they’ll put on even more pressure. Pushing back is the only option. Tell me I’m wrong.”“You aren’t,” she sighed. “But be careful, Steve. Scuderi is very dangerous!”“So am I,” I said flatly.“And that. Ben was his boss, and if a passenger complained to him about Bryson, Bryson would rather die than face an angry Mr Bejamin. Terri saw the apprehension on Bryson's face and tried to put him at ease. "Relax Bryson, I'm one of Mr. Benjamin's special friends. Mr Art's special friends too." Bryson thought he knew what that meant. "Did Mr. Benjamin come to visit you last night?" he asked, tentatively. "Yes, they did." Terri said, and winked seductively. Bryson almost fell on the floor. He knew what. "I have spanked that bottom so many times," sister Rita had said to sister Margaret about Janice. When Janice found out,through one of her friends, that the nuns at St.Vincents had devised a programme to deal with women who were miscreant in their behaviour and who would submit themselves to the nuns and their methods of correction,Janice decided to give it a try ,even if it was for a laugh.Janice always thought that nuns were bit funny,a bit weird and a bit perverted when it came to slapping.