Corleone, 65, rules Chicago. Months
of bloodshed between rival families are over, and no one challenges the
rule of the Corleone anymore...
gambling, pawn shops and whorehouses all pay their “taxes” to the
family in exchange for protection. The
influence of the Corleone gradually spreads into the State itself.
Police chiefs, judges and tax inspectors are appointed on the
family’s recommendation. Important
political posts, including high-ranking officials, and even the Governor
himself, establish mutually satisfactory relationships with the family.
Election campaigners receive donations beyond their wildest
dreams, and the influence of the mafia spreads into all areas of public
now Don Vito has everything he wants.
Except an American wife. And
he would like one. Blonde,
well-built, and with blue eyes.
21, is Judge Galway’s youngest daughter.
She’s been chosen by “Il Commendatore” to fill the vacant
post of Vito Corleone’s American Wife.
Liz is disgusted at the idea of marrying a Corleone, but she has
little choice. If she does
not agree to the marriage, "Il Commendatore" will report her
to the police, presenting false evidence that will result in her father’s
immediate arrest and subsequent execution in the electric chair...
on the table, honey. Let
them have a good look at you!
wedding night turned to be a nightmare for the young bride...
up? Why ain’t you
screaming, eh? It
doesn’t hurt or what? Eh?
Not enough dick for you?
Too proud to shout out, or what? Must be pride I
guess... you’ll end up begging to eat my shit, kid, you’ll
girl chose the wrong guy to save her from her old husband...
was a bad move... She was sent to 'The House'
the unfaithful wife...
begs her husband...
please... just give me time. I’ll learn, I promise.
I’ll do whatever you want. Just get me out of here, take
me with you...
it's too late. Il Commendatore
has married again.
Hi honey... oh,
I like blue-eyed blondes! ...I’m sure we’re gonna be good
my big toe, slave, and show me how you suck! This
is as close as you get to a cock from now on... you’re through
blew it, honey. it’s
just rubber for you. You
won’t be seeing real cock again in your whole miserable life...