C'monslut, don't be shy..."He put his leather-clad cock against my face. So much so, that thebulge was sitting clearly on my lips."Mmmm, yes slut, you...are going to make a good cocksucker. Time for thenext step, my lovely little whore."As he finished his sentence, he reached down and took off his thong,exposing his ever-growing member. It was HUGE! He made me smell itfirst, putting it directly in my face and smacking it a few times."Good whore. Almost ready to taste me?"I just whimpered."Answer. George Allardyce is your man. You might not remember George, bit before your time. George took the hump when the Department moved out of Somerset House. He started up a little gallery in Chester. I think he still does valuations for some of the esoteric stuff. He's quite brilliant but a prickly old sod. If George doesn't it then it doesn't exist."We chatted for a couple of minutes more about mutual acquaintances and I thanked Ted and hung up. I got the number for the Allardyce Gallery in. After, as they lay together, she asked what had been so important that he had to go home. He explained about mending fences with Jennifer and their renewed friendship. Anne pretended to be happy but she was immediately very worried about Jennifer being back in his life; Anne was not into sharing. She was confident she could overcome Jennifer.After going to dinner together, Dave took her back to her dorm and said he would see her the next day. As soon as he got back to his room he called Jana. Got to get some clothes on.” I replied.I went to the bedroom, got dressed and went back to the door.As I opened it, he asked me again, “Are you Albert Franks?”I nodded. “How can I help you, Sir?”“Julio Garza would like to speak with you if you would come with me to the Chuck Wagon.“He would like to thank you in person for your assistance last night.”Irene came out of the bedroom just then, “Do you mean, ‘THE Julio Garza”?“Yes mam.” he said.I slipped on my shoes and we went with him. I wasn’t.