I swallowed hard several times after staring at Godfather Nick for a few moments. It seemed he was determined to go through with whatever he had planned for me.
I lowered my gaze again, only to find myself staring back at his front.
Godfather Nick was down to just his boxers, but the bulge there was so prominent. It was a good thing his boxers were fitted today; last night, they were loose, and it looked like someone was pitching a tent between his thighs.
"What exactly are you thinking, Godfather?" My throat felt tight just asking the question. Goodness, he always has these wild ideas. He's so playful. I had an inkling of what he wanted, but I worried I was just being dirty-minded.
"Hmm... and what are you thinking, baby, while my big, unripe banana is right in front of you?" Godfathe
