Go for a ride.

'Why not?' you think to yourself, 'maybe this guy can help you figure out what's going on.' Besides... the cops are headed your way and you don't want to confront them, quite yet.

With quick and seemingly practiced ease, you slide into the seat of the opened car door. In a split second the car speeds off, leaving the streetlights in the rearview mirror. You see street signs, but still have no clue as to where you're going. "Where are we going tonight?" You ask.

You look at the familiar face, trying to place it with a name, to no avail! "We're going to see Mr. Castalucci!"

The name sounds familiar, yet once again; you have trouble associating names with people. "I thought the two of us were going to party?" you say.

"Don't worry John, we will!" The way he says it sends a chill up your spine. However, you can't seem to ignore the fact that he looks, sounds, and even smells familiar. Even more odd, is the fact that you are finding yourself aroused by this apparent stranger. You can feel the moisture begin to gather between your legs as you study his dark facial features.

You have been so enraptured by the driver that you have ignored the street signs, and now find yourself at the front of a beautiful palatial mansion. Granite and marble statues adorn the grounds, which are well lit from the huge water fountain in the middle of the circular drive. The driver steps out of the car, and hurriedly rushes to your side, to escort you from the vehicle. Taking his arm you allow him to guide you up the steps and into the mansion.

Again, the entire scenery seems very familiar but you push the thoughts aside. You've most likely been here before!

You notice two burly men dressed in fine Italian black suits, standing on either side of the door. Both men kept their hands near their belts, trying to conceal something. "Guns!" Immediately you put some pieces of the puzzle together! "Mr. Castalucci!" The name sounded familiar! He's been on the news... he's the head of the largest Mafia family in the area. But, what are you doing here? Suddenly you remember your bag with the gun inside, it's in the car!

Once inside, you recognize the foyer. A large statue of Saint Christopher sits in the middle of two circular stairways leading to the second floor. The black and white marble tiles on the floor echo the sound of your heels as you are lead to the right. At the top of the stairs is an enormous sized oil painting of a beautiful Italian woman. You are escorted into a large spacious room not far from the painting.

Apparently this is the library you surmise, looking at the mahogany lined walls, filled with books. In front of you there is a large fireplace, burning a warm fire. Off to the left is a large desk with a high back leather chair, turned towards the wall. To your near right is a fully stocked bar, with an assortment of fine liquors. Your escort leads you to the bar and instructs you to fix yourself a drink. He then turns and heads through the doorway, closing the double doors behind him.

You are now in the room by yourself as you stand at the bar. You grab a glass, and your hand, of its own accord, automatically reaches for the Chevas bottle on the top shelf. You pour till your glass is full and sip from the fine crystal as you survey the room. The eerie feeling of déjà vu overwhelms you, then you begin to realize that a woman of your apparent stature, seldom appreciates a fine brandy. You head over to the fireplace, warming your body. You've been here before. You take another sip from the glass, when you hear a booming voice echo through the room!

"Take off your clothes!" it demands.

You turn to your left and watch as the leather chair slowly turns, revealing a handsome, silver-haired gentleman in a gray silk suit, and burgundy tie. He too was sipping from a glass. By what you could tell he was drinking the same thing. This must be Mr. Castalucci! The lines in his face showed age, but the hard chiseled features showed strength.

You remained frozen in your stance by the fireplace, trying to put the jigsaw puzzle together. It wasn't until the man slammed his fist down onto the desk with a thunderous thump, that you broke from your trance.

Again he bellowed, "Take off your clothes!"

This time you could see the fire in his eyes. Fearing what may happen, you placed your glass on the mantle. You shrug the overcoat from your shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Even though you were next to the fireplace, you could feel the damp, cold pockets of air as they passed by. Your skin was on fire as his gaze burned into you. You could feel his anger, his rage! Still fearing for your life you continued stripping, removing your top and then your skirt. You were about to wiggle out of your boots when he commanded you to stop.

"Don't move! Stand there and let me look at you,” He sat in his chair, letting his eyes wander up and down your body, examining you in fine detail. He continued sipping his brandy, not saying a word.

You stand motionless until he instructs you to turn. As you rotate, you stop, allowing him to examine your ass. You can still see him over your shoulder as he continues staring and sipping.

"Now crawl on over here and show me what a good little slut you are!"

You feel as if you've done this a million times. You drop to the floor and crawl across the deep burgundy carpet towards the desk and the man who sits behind it. You make your way to his chair and immediately reach for his trousers. Something deep inside you makes you want to do this, while somewhere else in your twisted mind it disgusts you! You undo the belt and the trousers, and immediately fish for his hardening cock, bringing it out into the open. Your mouth engulfs the member, and begins sucking on the flesh as it hardens.

Your actions seem almost mechanical rather than emotional as his rod becomes rigid. His hands grab your hair and pull your head down onto his medium sized prick, driving his full length into your mouth! "Take that you bitch!" he yells out, venting his anger on you.

You continue bobbing forcefully when you feel his cock twitch. He quickly pulls you from his rod. He continues to pull your hair as he moves behind you and slams his prick into your pussy. Your head is pulled back as he savagely fucks your pussy from behind. "You are such a slut! God-damn-it!" he cries out again!

You drift off as your mind flashes back. You are on a soft, lavish bed with this gentleman as he lovingly tries to fulfill your burning desires. Unfortunately, you don't climax when he does, and he leaves you yearning for more.

You return to the present and feel your pussy moisten as he continues to thrust in and out, and eventually your pussy begins contracting around his member. You begin thrusting back to meet each of his violent pushes, feeling your own orgasm coming soon! Unfortunately, he quickly pulls out, spins you around and unleashes a torrent of cum across your face. His seed criss-crosses your nose and dribbles down your cheeks, as you open up your mouth to collect any remnant spurts he may have to offer.

"Uuungh!" he cries out as he finishes off on your face. "I'm done with you! Get dressed and go! Vinnie will take you home! Come back when you need some more!" Mr. Castalucci pulled up his trousers and left the room.

What did he mean, "When I NEED some more?" You gather your strength as you frustratingly make your way to the fireplace, grab your drink and down it with one swallow! The **** immediately rushes to your brain as you get dizzy and stumble towards the bar. You grab a napkin and clean your face as you pour another glass of brandy! "Damn son of a bitch! Gets his rocks off, but damn if I can!" you mutter to yourself as you gather up your clothes. Again, the scenario seems all too familiar!

You sit in the leather chair, as you get dressed. You nonchalantly scan the desk and find a picture of Mr. Castalucci with a beautiful, young brunette. Immediately you flashback to the boat you were standing on with Mr. Castalucci when the photo was taken!

"Oh my god!" you mumble!

Just then the doors open and Vinnie, the escort walks in. He's carrying a tray. On the tray is a glass of water, a blue pill, and a green pill!