"I plugged my laptop in and as soon as it was ready I started downloadingthe pictures. "Keep quiet, and you'll see." Who did your hair?" It's only a ...ash and set." The makeover?" You are about to see."The computer prompt came up and I selected slide show and got of thechair and told Barbara to sit and then I sat on the bottom of my bedbeside her. She watched in silence for about ten of the pictures."These are terrific, who did them?" The photographic studio in the high street."She went silent. On this particular morning I had taken a little longer than usual in the shower, while I was standing at the sink cleaning my teeth I was feeling extra horny, so when finished and rinsed my mouth out, I put some of Rita’s hand cream my hands and slowly started stroking my cock while looking in the mirror, dreaming about Rita doing that for me. It would be great to feel an attractive, blue rinse, cultured woman roaming her mature soft hands over my body and slowly rubbing my cock. I was starting. Ok, pal. They arrive at the studio about three thirty-five. He gets out and walks throw the door and to the counter. Hello, the woman at the counter says. I’m here for the three thirty tour, I won the ksyt stupid contest. Oh they just left, but you can catch them if you go throw that door and take the first right, and she hands him a tag. He puts it on and goes the throw the door. Throw the doors and take first left he thinks to himself. He takes the left he comes to and walks until he comes to. He had developed some notoriety at my High School when he defended Brian Seslin, the supposed rapist and murderer of Lauren Green, the wife of one of our English Teachers. The case closed without a conviction, and that pissed Mr. Green off, obviously, but that wasn’t why I was here. It wasn’t my place to argue anyone’s guilt or innocence. Mr. Facelli knew that, and well, again, I didn’t have any time to really ask him anything before I found his cock stuffed in my mouth as he drove. Trevor had.