"All I was told was that a real gentlemen was to visit me," she said, trying to flatter him, and wondering what Monsignor Flavin had forgotten to say...."Oh well, I suppose you'll remember next time. I like to find you on the bed, fastened down, but I suppose I'll have to do it myself," he grumbled.Taking four sets of handcuffs from the dressing table, he quickly clipped her ankles and wrists to the four corners of the brass bedstead, taking care not to touch her flesh at all, so that she was. I rented the largest warehouse prior to the arrival of the goon squad. Yes, I watched as they had arrived, and bought up space.I was sitting in my makeshift office in the warehouse, when a visitor was announced. I was pretty sure what this was going to be. A thinly veiled warning, or a direct threat. Thugs were the same in all the times I had visited, so far.My office door opened. It was not much of an office to tell you the truth. A plain wooden desk, and a swivel chair were the only things. A long, slim, uncut cock came into my booth. I have nothing against uncut cocks, as long as they're clean; and this one was nice and clean. It pointed almost straight up.I pulled the skin back and took the head into my mouth. Slow hard pulls on the head caused his cock to swell and get even harder than it was! In less than a minute he blasted the back of my throat with a huge load of hot, thick, salty cum. I pumped him dry, swallowed every drop, then bolted out of the booth. I wanted to see. “From uisge-beatha in Gaelic!”“Some MAN made that up to justify drinking that stuff!” she teased.“Yes, because it was the only way to tolerate the WOMEN!” I retorted.“You two seem to be in a better mood,” Kara said, snuggling even closer to me, her beautiful breast pressing on my chest.“The sauna always puts our husband in a good mood,” Jessica said. “And it’s helped my headache.”“This is his ‘Fortress of Solitude’,” Kara agreed. “It has been for as long as I’ve known him. Whether it was at.