<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 22pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Un viejo capítulo</span></span></div><br/><div align="center"><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">It is only a few months after Marlon and Dani first met - and well before their tryst with Tasha - but they have still had more than enough time to explore every kind of sex possible. The greedy bastard can't stop pushing limits and this is the story of how a big one got broken</span></span></em></div><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSKWTedQvBbo_6oZ01RK6NdrJ70RddP8mHNLvrqwAUz49kkG704)</div>I wake up smothered in luxury. Cotton sheets with thread counts that make people go pale lay in a crumpled mess around me. Floor-to-ceiling glass windows ushered in the light of dawn into my room. They're coded to become opaque when needed and every morning, at the appropriate time - like when I finally sit up straight - the house AI toggles the function off and treats me to a view of the world I've conquered.<br/><br/>"Thanks, Rhonda. Tea and shower ready?"<br/><br/>"Yes, princess." The programmers had taught it sarcasm and I couldn't be happier for it.<br/><br/>The mess from the party the night before had vanished indicating that the cleaning service had come and gone. I'd met Rodrigo and his crew back in the early days of my time in the Mafia. They were good people, who'd come to LA in search of a better life. Except his sister had taken that refrain a little too seriously and was found in the bed of Don Julio's only son. Drug lords like him don't often like the heir to their throne falling under the thrall of some skirt and so he'd contacted Joanna Fontana in search of a quick and permanent solution. Luckily, she'd put me on the job and I'd improvised.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://cdn.homedit.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/03/Luxurious-Bathroom-Design.jpg)</div>"Rhonda, remind me to send a bottle of Patrón to Rodey." I climb out of bed and wander into the bathroom, smiling as the tub started filling up upon my entry, the temperature of the water already sown into the system. "Mmmm,<em>fuck</em>that's good," I sigh, leaning back into the white marble. "but that's better." There was no more sound as I started tugging at my cock, eyes falling closed again, conjuring various obscene images from a remarkably full memory.<br/><br/>"Oh God, yes" I groan, my toes curling, spine tensing and chest heaving. The ripples in the tub began to get bigger, more erratic as my strokes increased in rhythm. I run my thumb over the thick, bulging crown, wincing from how sensitive it is, and soon my hips starting to buck, pleasure taking over. I stroke my dick harder, little gasps of both effort and delight now breaking the silence. "That's it..." My voice grows rough as I near my peak. And just as I feel myself approaching the edge, my hand flies off and my eyes snap open, glazed from the thrill of another edging session.<br/><br/>"Alright tin can, what's on the agenda today?"<br/><br/>"Brunch with the Miss Stevenson from the bank," came Rhonda's reply. "Then a sit-down with DJ Morph at Club Che and you're free for the rest of the day to keep jerking off."<br/><br/>"Perfect. Get the car out. The Aston this time. And email Dani. Ask her to come by tonight. Oh and make sure to attach a clip of my bath just now."