A large piston going in and out of my well lubed mouth, his breathing was quick as he held on to my head and fucked my throat, his full balls slapping...against my chin. I felt an overwhelming need to have him shoot his seed all over my face. For most guys in my past, I generally swallowed or stroked it till it exploded over my hand and body. For him, my master and object of devotion, I needed to be baptized with his very essence. I begged him to please shoot his hot cum all over my face. No. Can’t do nothing. Oh, he gives ‘em flu shots, like that. Meds.”“What kind of meds?”Shrug, “Who knows?”One more thing for me to overlook in my tightrope relationship with Harold. Short of rounding up all the whores and forcing them into some probably ineffective structured setting there wasn’t much I could do. And anyway, he’d have a new batch within a week.“Why’d you call me?”“Insurance. Think I could get insurance on my whores?”“Health insurance?”“I guess. The kind that pays me when they can’t. ” I was not in a hurry as I had a good half an hour before they started serving, but if you did not get there soon enough the chances of sitting with some unsavory characters was greatly increased.I started through my doorway even though she was still standing in it so I had to take her elbow and gently start moving her into the hall so that I could close the door. “Alan, now Cheryl if there is nothing more, I must be on my way.” She was really looking puzzled now. She seemed to be standing her. She liked it and resolved to look into the artist herself.The next song started, same artist and same album. It was called Boadicea. Enya, whoever she was, didn't sing, she hummed. It was a very intense song. Sherri felt a shiver run down her spine, it was so sad, such sorrow, and such hope for the future. Sherri felt it penetrate her, and touch her very soul. She imagined someone humming thinking of a lost loved one, or something along those lines.Robert spoke "Haunting isn't it?" Yes, such.