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MAFIA DON TRACKS DOWN CAPO WHO SKIMMED

... gone, Lorenzo roared and took a swipe at the top of his desk, sending papers, pens, pictures, and files crashing all over the office floor in his anger.

Within a week, Angelo Rosati had been located. Matteo had tracked him down to Ragusa.... a small town on the southern tip of Sicily, then used some local connections to determine that Rosati was working as a car salesman at a Fiat dealership just outside of town.

When Matteo went to Lorenzo’s strip club to give him the news, he could see him standing by one of the stages in a darkened corner near the back of the club. It was mid-afternoon, so the bulk of the lunch crowd had already left, and only five customers remained.... all of them sitting in the darkest corners of the club.... and each one with a bobbing head between their legs, or smooth, naked ass cheeks and floppy tits bouncing up and down on their laps.

As Matteo approached the darkened stage where he could see Lorenzo standing, he noticed that he was rocking his hips back and forth.... obviously fucking someone on-stage. As he got closer, he could see that it was Isabella.... a single mother who worked at Lorenzo’s club during the afternoons, while her daughter was in school.... on all fours, rocking her hips back into every one of Lorenzo’s forward thrusts. She was one of the more attractive strippers, and had a great body.... with possibly the best set of tits in the entire club.

As Matteo stood and waited, he watched Isabella’s boobs swing back ...

... and forth beneath her.... smashing into each other with every jab of Lorenzo’s boner.... as he grabbed her hips and pounded his thick hard-on into her cunt from behind.

Lorenzo saw Matteo waiting, and gave him a “just a minute” signal with his hand, as he picked up the pace.... then slammed his hips forward, and blasted a huge load of cum into Isabella’s pussy.

“Oh, fuck, Izzy.... eh.... eh.... shit, yeah.... ah.... aaaaaaaahhhhhh.... yeeeaahhhhhhh.... uhn.... uhn.... niiiiiiiiiiiiice.... uhn.... my God, that’s incredible.... hmmmmmmm....”

As soon as Lorenzo finished cumming, Isabella spun around, and.... still on her hands and knees.... sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth to clean it off, while Lorenzo stood there with his hands on his hips.

As he caught his breath, Lorenzo looked over at Matteo and nodded, “OK, Matty.... what’ve you got?”

“We found him boss.... Rosati’s in Ragusa....”

While Isabella continued using her mouth and tongue to clean off his glistening penis, Lorenzo exclaimed, “He’s in fucking Sicily?? What the hell is he doing there?”

Matteo grinned and responded, “He’s a car salesman.”

As Isabella finished what she was doing, then tucked his penis back into his pants and zipped him up, Lorenzo said to Matteo, "OK.... have the jet fueled and ready to go in an hour.... let’s go pay Angie a visit.”

Then he glanced back at Isabella.... still on all fours.... and said, “Nice job, Izzy.” Then he laughed, winked at Matteo, and added, ...