“Who is the guy?” Finch asked, “The guy tracking her that has her now.”Henderson said, “I suspect this is the man called Charles Utah. Not h...s real name, of course, but little is know about who he really is. Associate of your father’s from years back. Utah’s in the center of all this. Not really sure what he’s playing at, but you can bet that he’s got something up his sleeve. Crafty one, that man. Not so crafty as our man Bridgewater, but damned smart.”“Do you think he’ll kill her?” Lauren. I was surprised beyond belief as he is extremely HOTT and she is really not that much to look at. ( She must work her hedad and hips like priceless ). But, the fact that she was holding a fine man as him in her marital possession really had my mind blown. "Were looking at porno's honey", she explained and I let him know why. He is aware that I am a gay male, but any dude that has yet to be introduced might be a bit weary of ANY guy looking at porn with his wife when he is not there to oversee. In the locker room, I could hear the sound of running water in the showers. I went to my locker, took off my clothes, grabbed my towel and soap, and entered the showers. To my relief and concern, Jim was there, all lathered up, facing me, with a firm, but not hard, cock. He looked at me nervously, then turned away. I faced the wall, and began lathering up. Not paying too much attention, immersed in my own thoughts, I turned off my shower, to find myself alone. Grabbing my towel, I walked to my. "It's no big deal, Marla..." she mumbled. Marla tilted her head and put a paw to her muzzle. She nodded slowly and went around the bar, sitting on one of the stools in front of Catherine. "Ooh... This one's serious, isn't it..." Catherine looked up at Marla from under her brow, not saying anything, then resumed cleaning. Marla only smirked and stood. "Ok." She perked out, and stood, walking back behind the bar to help Catherine clean.The little bell above the entry door rang out, signaling an.