imprisoned because of your crimes, besides I do not have the item and I hear your time was spent in luxury.”
The hulking figure frowned. “Ah, I understand.” He put his hands in his pockets. “Should I speak to your son or perhaps Don Diaz?”
“You will die first.”
He chuckled, and stepped closer to the attractive matron who was stunning many years ago. A beauty is what she remained but he was not affected by her charm, prison walls broke the spell, although he found his penis had begun to harden in a sign of betrayal. “No Sophie my love. You will not harm me because you understand the risks. Besides, I thought you were reasonable. But, I see only men can understand the necessity of honor in business. What is a handshake, a signature on a promissory note if no one intends to pay, tell me love?”
Sophie scowled at his slight. “Do not threaten or offend me Yosef. I am averse to blackmail.”
“You speak with such conviction, but fear is in your eyes .” A bold hand gripped her ass. “A man who has spent many years locked-up begins to wonder whether he was double-crossed. You never wrote or visited, why is that Sophie?”
“I could not risk the polizei making a connection.”
“Yes, that is what I thought.” He squeezed her tush to bring her against his hardness. “There is a time we were cordial.”
“Cordial Yosef?”
“Far more than friends.”
“Yosef!” she replied sharply to his boldness.
But Yosef observed she did not try to escape. “Tonight we dispense with the games.” His mouth covered hers before she could speak. He held her arms to her sides to invade her mouth with his tongue. With little effort he pinned Sophie to the settee, smiling when she wet his mouth with deceitful lips. He experienced a furious tremor and his dick sprung up like a Jack-in-the-Box.
He leaned away. A reminder of the past was a simple sentence. “I brokered the deal for your husband and he received the merchandise at half price. I only intervened because you asked. But, you failed to honor the side bargain and now I want payment and interest in the form of flesh.”
“ Carlo has paid you.”
“Feh!” Yosef growled. “The agreement we had did not concern cash. You were aware of my dilemma. Yet, in lieu of honoring a promise you sentenced me to jail.”
“I could not allow you to keep the painting. Carlo would have noticed it was missing. I could not risk his anger,” she answered sliding up on the striped cushions.
Yosef grinned. “I suspected as much.” His eyes bore through her skull. “I need what you promised. A debt is a debt.” His nostrils flared. “Your treachery has consequences Sophie.”
“Yosef, leave my home!”
He bent low. “I want you Sophie,” he said while sliding his hand between her thighs. His fingers found the edge of her panties and he tore them in a haste to consummate. “You and I are the same. Carlo is dead and you need a strong man to take his place. A sexy woman needs sex. Unless she no longer likes to fuck.”
She slapped his arrogant cheek. “Vaffanculo!”
He grinned and kissed her down. Initially she struggled but then she relaxed. She tugged at his shirt, popping the buttons. He grunt when she massaged his chest, running soft hands up his neck and through his hair and his yarmulke hit the armrest.
“You still want me to leave?” he asked as he spread her legs and hiked her dress.
The answer was a fevered sucking of his lower lip and then pulling on his tongue.
Yosef recalled their clandestine meeting in Naples at a hotel. She had the painting as promised and an expensive bottle of champagne. She said they must celebrate, Carlo had received the armaments. Yosef had legal problems with the government of both Israel and America. He had arranged to bribe an influential official to have the charges disappear by paying with an heirloom, a part of the man’s heritage considered priceless due to sentiment. Sophie said she could locate the piece and
The hulking figure frowned. “Ah, I understand.” He put his hands in his pockets. “Should I speak to your son or perhaps Don Diaz?”
“You will die first.”
He chuckled, and stepped closer to the attractive matron who was stunning many years ago. A beauty is what she remained but he was not affected by her charm, prison walls broke the spell, although he found his penis had begun to harden in a sign of betrayal. “No Sophie my love. You will not harm me because you understand the risks. Besides, I thought you were reasonable. But, I see only men can understand the necessity of honor in business. What is a handshake, a signature on a promissory note if no one intends to pay, tell me love?”
Sophie scowled at his slight. “Do not threaten or offend me Yosef. I am averse to blackmail.”
“You speak with such conviction, but fear is in your eyes .” A bold hand gripped her ass. “A man who has spent many years locked-up begins to wonder whether he was double-crossed. You never wrote or visited, why is that Sophie?”
“I could not risk the polizei making a connection.”
“Yes, that is what I thought.” He squeezed her tush to bring her against his hardness. “There is a time we were cordial.”
“Cordial Yosef?”
“Far more than friends.”
“Yosef!” she replied sharply to his boldness.
But Yosef observed she did not try to escape. “Tonight we dispense with the games.” His mouth covered hers before she could speak. He held her arms to her sides to invade her mouth with his tongue. With little effort he pinned Sophie to the settee, smiling when she wet his mouth with deceitful lips. He experienced a furious tremor and his dick sprung up like a Jack-in-the-Box.
He leaned away. A reminder of the past was a simple sentence. “I brokered the deal for your husband and he received the merchandise at half price. I only intervened because you asked. But, you failed to honor the side bargain and now I want payment and interest in the form of flesh.”
“ Carlo has paid you.”
“Feh!” Yosef growled. “The agreement we had did not concern cash. You were aware of my dilemma. Yet, in lieu of honoring a promise you sentenced me to jail.”
“I could not allow you to keep the painting. Carlo would have noticed it was missing. I could not risk his anger,” she answered sliding up on the striped cushions.
Yosef grinned. “I suspected as much.” His eyes bore through her skull. “I need what you promised. A debt is a debt.” His nostrils flared. “Your treachery has consequences Sophie.”
“Yosef, leave my home!”
He bent low. “I want you Sophie,” he said while sliding his hand between her thighs. His fingers found the edge of her panties and he tore them in a haste to consummate. “You and I are the same. Carlo is dead and you need a strong man to take his place. A sexy woman needs sex. Unless she no longer likes to fuck.”
She slapped his arrogant cheek. “Vaffanculo!”
He grinned and kissed her down. Initially she struggled but then she relaxed. She tugged at his shirt, popping the buttons. He grunt when she massaged his chest, running soft hands up his neck and through his hair and his yarmulke hit the armrest.
“You still want me to leave?” he asked as he spread her legs and hiked her dress.
The answer was a fevered sucking of his lower lip and then pulling on his tongue.
Yosef recalled their clandestine meeting in Naples at a hotel. She had the painting as promised and an expensive bottle of champagne. She said they must celebrate, Carlo had received the armaments. Yosef had legal problems with the government of both Israel and America. He had arranged to bribe an influential official to have the charges disappear by paying with an heirloom, a part of the man’s heritage considered priceless due to sentiment. Sophie said she could locate the piece and
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