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either? Well what a surprise that
is.”
    Another short, pensive pause followed.
    “Tony, you got a beautiful woman right in front of you with
next to no clothes on and you haven’t even touched her once, what
are you? Are you gay now? Do I have to chop off your balls or
what?”
    “I’m not gay boss… I was just…”
    “Just what? Just staring at her naked husband? Do me a favour
and slap her on the ass, wake her up a bit. Come on, Tony, nice and
hard.”
    Tony shook his head, clearly displeased with his public
humiliation, but Vincent knew exactly how to get inside his head
and make him angry, and he knew that he would take his frustration
out on Stacey. Holding the back of her neck, Tony pushed Stacey’s
head down so she was bent over with her ass pushing into his
crotch. He lifted his hand and swung his open palm down hard onto
her bare skin, making her whole body jump forwards shortly after
impact. He left his hand in the same spot for a few seconds,
gaining pleasure from her tingling skin, and then he did it again,
much to the amusement of the others, until Vincent eventually gave
the signal to stop.
    “I think she might be ready to face the music,” Vincent
laughed. “Bring her over here, next to her loving husband. I want
to fill her in on a few details I think she may currently be
missing out on. Sit her on his lap.”
    Between them, Tony and Giuseppe dragged Stacey over to her
motionless husband. His head had tipped backwards and was nestled
in a groove on the top of the backrest. His hands were bound behind
his back and his feet were taped to the two front legs of the
chair.
    “Strap her on too,” Vincent ordered.
    Stacey offered no fight as she was lifted into the air and
subsequently lowered onto her husband’s flaccid cock, her hands
bound behind his neck and her feet taped to the two back legs of
the chair.
    “Well would you look at that,” said Vincent, ripping the tape
from Stacey’s mouth. “You two make a great couple.”
    She spat her soaked panties onto the floor and coughed as she
tried to regain a regular breathing pattern.
    “I bet this isn’t the first time you’ve been in this position
is it?” Vincent sniggered, to which Stacey responded by spitting in
his face.
    He inhaled sharply, before wiping the spit from his cheek and
licking it from the back of his hand. He was visibly excited by her
defiance and had to wait a few seconds as he gathered his
composure.
    “As nice as that was,” he continued. “Let’s try and stay on
track here. So, your husband. I’m guessing he gave you the ‘I work
for one of the big law firms’ speech didn’t he? Well, I hope he
did, because that’s exactly what I told him to say. What he
probably didn’t tell you is that when we met he was a very small
fish in a very big pond. In fact, he wasn’t even a fish, he
was whatever fish eat , and he didn’t swim in a pond, he swam in an ocean full of
sharks and whales and fuckin’ stingrays and, well you get the
picture. He was just starting out, trying to make his way as a cop,
but in truth he was just a nobody, going nowhere, painfully slowly.
‘But Vincent, how did he afford to pay for this amazing apartment
in this amazing area and all the wonderful things inside it,’ I
hear you thinking. Well, isn’t that an interesting question? You
see, this is where I come in. I knew through various connections
that he needed cash to pay for his mother’s medical fees and he
sure as hell wasn’t going to get it through a fuckin’ promotion.
Now, let it never be said that Vincent Moriello doesn’t appreciate
how important a strong family bond is. I invited him to my uncle’s
pizzeria and told him straight up that I wanted to give him the
money. I was honest from the outset. I told him what I wanted and
what would happen if he didn’t accept, and I don’t know whether it
was the thought of having to watch his mother die a slow and
painful death, or my generally friendly nature that finally won