A Pet for the Mafia Dons

Grady i

e he has been shag*ing for a few months now. She is doing a very good job, he thin

s as she sucks him hard, his thick member

ge hand clamped on her head, hold

ts that his brother has laid across the s

to mark his submissives, spankin

she continues happily. As he empties his load into her willing m

dulgently as she scrambles to her

ng the weekend, Master.

e Heath Douglas, who is unaware that his beaut

be he

his powerful shoul

lashes coyl

ould come too

s been his submissive for the past few months. And yes, of cour

with his brother Finn St Just. The brothers have a hab

ble to, Finn had growled in his dour fa

ts something more than a submissive who gets o

ensively, scratching his powerfully muscled chest. And Fin

small part of him, wants

nd his brother of course;

a cynical smil

would have to agree to be shar

b

code betw

kid and Finn, older than him by a year, sat across the

arge hips, her lovely face, creased in fat but still the kindest face ever, scowling at him. Th

ds and order was restored. His two-year-o

itment, as it t

the rough fighter on the streets, the leader; Finn his follower, protecti

charm, Finn St Just was the

tastes in women

to an unusual

ives. One woman at a time

Liam decla

ted, his golde

ives adored; nay

t, they bawled when the

ld have thought of the stuff her sons got up to in bed

Douglas is still looking at him, her heavil

her in the eyes a

to check

crossed to the bathroom door and shut it behind him firmly.

asks in her

gri

uld suspect her of being a sixty-year-old grand

s' he says an

ding roses to Arpita Gandhi! The woman was

ower and is not concerned about the w

ore, he tells hi

heir shared sub of the moment, Helen Douglas, a senator's secretary's wife, being escorted off the grounds. She had

is brother in

o..

lds up

ls," he winks at his br