I slowed down a mite and leaned into her, set the pelvic metronome to a few seconds in and a few seconds out, giving her a nice, slow, steady Eddie rh...thm. Deep dish style.The tiny whore was coming around fast and I could see a "good morning to you smile" on that rocking little face. Her hands came up and grabbed my head. She yanked me down for a steamy tongue fuck and hot damn if our morning breath didn't mingle and purify and somehow she tasted just right."Remember last night, slut? Remember. Doing my eyeswas harder, but I managed. Light blue on the edge of my eyelids, mauveover that with rose highlights just under my eyebrows. The black eyelinerwent on easily as soon as I put my elbow on the vanity to steady my hand.Under my eyes I used a black pencil dipped in baby oil, "to make it go oneasier" mom said, and then a touch of mascara. On my cheeks went a touchof peach blusher, and except for my lipstick, mom said I was done with mymakeup. Looking in the mirror when she said I was. He was so sick. The limo ride eventually ended in front of a cheap motel several miles away from Times Square. I remembered this motel because I once lived in it for several months when I first arrived in New York. The motel had quite a reputation for attracting losers like myself and was for lack of better words- a whore house. Men would bring their whores to this motel. It was cheap and no one cared around here. Paul and John personally hand-picked this motel. Justin would be our whore. I got an idea about tasting her breast milk. This idea came to my mind because of her. But i have got no guts to execute the plan. I decided to go for it in any case, i have some evidence of seeing raj in case the plan flops. I went in and asked her that i want to talk to her personally, she came nearby asked what is it ….? I told her that a staff at the office got hit on his eyes just now, and is eyes has become reddish. The doc suggested pouring few drops of breast milk on his eyes, would.