A year ago I had a partner and a daughter who was in love with a great young man, and look at me now! Karen's dead and I didn't even get to keep her a...hes. Deirdre left me, left us, and she won't even call anymore. I keep thinking I may as well call for the check and leave." Umh, Maureen, it's really cold out here. Shouldn't you go in, have some supper? You want me to help you?" Would you mind, Joey? God, I must sound so pathetic, but I need somebody to talk to. Plus, I can't cook to save my. Fitzsimmons cleared her throat."Actually, that's something to discuss."Henry looked at her with surprise and a little amusement. "I pride myself as having an excellent memory." Colonel, do you happen to know this woman?" She showed him a photograph, a Polaroid snapshot, taken a long time ago and with a pink hue due to age.Henry looked at the photograph. It showed a young Asian woman with a friendly smile on her face and laughing eyes. He squinted his eyes. The photograph was not a good one, but. "Oh wow, that's amazing. Now, I have you down for a waxing today and amassage? Is that right? Vicki's had to step out for a moment, but I cando your waxing." She smiles at me, not waiting for an answer beforelocking the salon door and turning over the "back in 15 minutes" sign.Shayna leads me into one of the treatment rooms, where a massage tabledominates next to a trolley of various beauty products, a simple chairand a japanese style screen. "So how was it?" she asks, turning to lookat me. I knew everything was good when I felt both his hands on the back of my head working on getting a proper face-fucking motion going. It was wonderful, his cock was filling my mouth with its girth and then sliding deep into my throat. I worked desperately to suppress my gag reflex. I failed several time, but it only seemed to encourage Freddy to fuck my throat as deeply as he could and as rapidly as he could. My mouth was getting sore from being stretched around his massive cock. I’m not sure.