“My apologies, sir Camorra, but your offer left me but a little stunned. Muffled grunts from a corner indicated a whore and her customer at work, while further along, the sounds of a noisy tavern drifted through the fog. Anal porn The crackle of the fire, and the warmth of the tea and whisky, were enough for Benjamin to begin to fall asleep. The streets were deserted, the gas lamps just barely illuminating the wet cobbles. Quickly sliding a hand down the covers to his crotch, he found that there was no sign of last night’s release. Now, it was too late; the boy had met his friends, and his chance was gone. The muscles under his clothes were taut, lean, and utterly appealing. He was vaguely aware of a hiss of satisfaction escaping Camorra as he sat back and drew a fingertip over his lips, catching the last drops of Benjamin’s efforts. He dismissed them one by one as they jostled past, until the last one stumbled and almost fell onto the table.
