I must admit I was quite surprised at just how much gunk came out. I felt kilos lighter. I decided not to eat lunch so as not to undo the clean out. L...nch was a large glass of water. I arrived at Tony and Tracy’s home at 7pm as arranged. I was dressed in a shirt and jeans. I guess I looked a bit daggy but I didn’t really have what you might call “sexy clothes”. I rang the doorbell and Tony opened the door. He was wearing a mesh top and leather pants. We shook hands and he led me inside. I. I was massaging her neck and back and had full view of her melons, she was without bra and her top was exposing everything , I knew if Pallavi would turn she would certainly notice the ugly bulge, after few minutes I asked Pallavi has your leg pain reduced , she said no I am feeling relaxed with pain is there, I asked shall I massage them also she said Its already late I don’t want to trouble you further ,I said no problem Pallavi it is anyway holidays for next 4 days and there Is very little. Tom had sent sketch artists to visit the cabby and the nightclub and should have a composite by morning. With luck he would have the woman, and the answers he craved, by the end of the day.Halfway to his apartment, Tom decided that he couldn't face the night without some liquid fortification. Reversing his direction, he went to the corner bar. The bar, Zelda's Tavern, catered to the working class and, typical of such places, its interior was plain, but clean. The bar was well stocked, but the. Me. In unison. Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. His semen streamed into me, announcing his climax – warm, succulent, and surfeited. “I love you, Emily,” he whispered minutes later, lying at my side. I nudged his hip with mine. “This will be a pretty good memory.” “One of my favorites,” he said. “Do you think the neighbors saw us?” “Luckily, the legend of the memory star protects us. If they did see us, they’ll forget it by tomorrow.” I glanced up at Paul’s memory star. It twinkled like electric. “Maybe.