He's the man to see when you need to get your hair done."Jerry stands and extends his hand to Jorge. "Nice to meet you, Jorge." Nice to meet you too, ...erry."Jorge turns to Allen. "I hate to rush things, but did you still want to score a bag? I'm running so late." Yeah, I'm completely out. If you have an extra one, Jerry would mind scoring a lid." You're in luck, Jerry. I have a couple extras. Let's go out to my van."The three men go out to Jorge's van to check out the weed. Jerry and Allen. His eyes got big as he looked at them. In the pictures, a blonde girl was having sex with three black guys. "These are very nice pictures but I don't recognize the girl, if your looking for her I can't help you," he said.I smiled and said, "No I'm not looking for her, these were in my husbands computer, and they make him hot. The thing is, that if these pictures were of me doing what she's doing, I thought he would like that even better. Maybe you could help me work something like that out,. I responded to him. But still acting as if I was sleeping.He slowly lowered his hand to my chest and started to press them from my shirt. I was enjoying it a lot. Mean while he did not stop kissing me on my lips. He them removed the buttons of my shirt and started to like them. He did it for almost 5 minutes and then he slowly moved downwards from my chest.By this time I was unable to control myself and thought of waking up and support him but due to fear I was unable to do it. He then slowly. "By your leave, Parslow; I have other patients to see, but I shall return in an hour when I've finished my examinations. That will leave the two of you to discuss things in peace."I thought, 'I have nothing to discuss', and I certainly was not looking forward to being in the company of a dying man for an hour, but I smiled and nodded.As soon as the door closed behind Armityge, Parslow started talking, and he told me a tale that was shocking, disturbing, and, I must also say, quite.