Their living room had been transformed. It looked like a harem, cushions on the floor, and a table in the middle. Bobbi whispered in my ear as she sq...ueezed my already formed package, “You look quite dashing, yourself. The ladies are gonna love you. At least one of them wants to fuck you in the ass with her favorite strap-on while you are fucking one of the other girls. And they all want to feel your tongue in their cunts. By the time this evening is over, you are gonna smell like pussy and. ”“But again, how can you trust me without knowing any of that?” Evelyn pressed.“In a word, my gut. It’s never steered me wrong. Trust me, I thought about walkin’ away or just takin’ you to Birmingham and lettin’ that be the end of it, but I couldn’t. My gut kept on and kept on, and I knew it wouldn’t be right to do that, even not knowing anything about your past. Of course, if you wanna talk about anything, I’m more than happy to listen.”Evelyn pursed her lips at that. “Maybe in the morning, if. Turning my face, you nibbled on my neck and moaned into my ear. ‘I want you now.’ If it was possible for me to get any harder, then I did just then. I kissed your lips and lifted my body slightly up off yours. Your hands slipped down between us and you fumbled open my belt and tugged the zipper down. I loved the naughty girl look on your face when your hand dipped into my boxers and you grasped my hard shaft tightly. My body instinctively shivered and my eyes closed. I pushed my hips down and. .." , he says. Great , another job, you think to yourself, like you haven't done enough for him recently. But , your ego and your curiosity push you to ask ;" Does that gig have a name ?" Walter Black. A nobody. Works for the Mafia i heard. If your in , which i know you are, then i'll text ya the detail . Oh , and this one his a teamwork, ok? So , see you in an hour. " , he hangs up .Super-Great. A mafia cat. You never can get tired of them. You can never get tired of working for Jonathan.