Shit! What was I going to do?Max was my boss, Area Sales Manager for the corporation that owned the sporting goods store I managed in Ohio. He was a b...g guy, a body builder type, and an ex-wrestler. He had made the arrangements for this Wisconsin sales meeting, which is why I was in a king size bed with him. He had picked me to room with him. Earlier, he'd paid for my dinner, filet mignon and an incredible French red wine, a vintage Bordeaux, and later, drinks at the bar. Single malt. I raised up on my knees and our faces met, tongues slipping past each other into open mouths, slurping loudly in the quiet night. Delroy caught up behind me, reinserting himself into me and vigorously thrusting, filling the air with the clap of my ample ass against his groin, drowning out our wet kiss. He gripped my hips at each side, occasionally letting go of one side to slap my cheek, leaving a delicious burn after each impact. “I love this juicy ass, mon! ‘Tis perfection!” Delroy exalted. "And was he ever, but I did my best not to think about THAT. I was enjoying his anticipation now, and that made it a little easier to keep myself in check. The jar had no label, but I put on a thin rubber glove and smeared it all over Ted's legs, butt, tummy, chest, and underarms - even over his beard. Well, the label had said it was super-gentle and suitable for a man's beard; it should be at the price! Then I had him do the same for my legs and underarms, even though I really didn't really. "In all likelihood. In our time death from measles would be highly unlikely, but I don't know what the chances are in this time. Complications could include pneumonia or even encephalitis, probably linked to the fever." What can we do? How can this be treated?" I'm afraid once they have it that's it. There is no treatment. We can immunise people to try and protect them from catching it, but there's no treatment as such." Start that immediately. The old cliché applies - women and children first,.