The Italian Mafia Boss

The Italian Mafia Boss

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I walked out of the café and towards the restaurant where I would meet my friends. Since I had no car yet I had to walk everywhere. It also didn't help that it was already dark out and that I was walking through a rough neighborhood. I walked past an alley when I heard shouting and the sound of gunshots. All of a sudden I felt somebody holding me and pulling me to the ground which was when I hit my head on the stone sidewalk...
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"Babe, come here." He says sternly "Yes daddy." I say slowly and seductively "Do whatever it is that you have to do to make that fucker talk." He grumbles slapping my ass as I walk towards the door to get the necessities. Once I gather everything I walk over to the despicable man tied to the chair. I get down on my knees and start to kickle his pants. As much as it was killing me to be on my knees for any other man, I needed to do this. "Milan! What the fuck are you doing!" He yells at me. "Trust me." I say He seems to back off but tenses a little when I reach his boxers. I look straight into the mans eyes when I start the process. His eyes grow wide and loud screams fill the room...

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