Ms. Hu apologizes to the Don

The men rolled Jessie into the Don's house and left her in the dark. Her thighs and calves cramped, and she could feel all her weight resting on her knees. Some time later, someone else walked into the room behind her. She could smell his cigar.

"Ms. Hu, do you know who I am?" the Don asked.

"Yes," she answered, trembling.

"I am not your enemy, Ms. Hu. I'm a legitimate businessman with real business interests. Why did you steal from me?"

"I'm sorry, sir," Jessie apologized.

"I know, and yet you did. The way I see it, you have two choices. I can give you to my men, and they can take you on a tour of the harbour. Or, you can become my gangster moll and do for me things that I cannot ask of my pure and sainted wife. Which option do you think you like best, Ms. Hu?"

"Please have mercy, sir. I will do anything," she said.

"I know you will, moll," the Don said. He gave a signal and his men loosed her from the binds, leaving the two of them alone. "Come, show me how sorry you are, Ms. Hu."

Jessie hurriedly stretched out her beautiful body and crawled to the Don. She eagerly wrapped her lips around his cock and apologized with all her skill to the merciful mafia boss.