It's a motel in the Park Hill area."What?" I said, now completely confused. "Why would she be there? We live in Taylorsville." She rented the room jus... before nine last night," Etchevarry continued. "She was alone when she checked in according to the front desk clerk."I had no way to process this information. I was beginning to lose my ability to concentrate. Diane was dead. That much I understood. But why? And why was she in a motel? None of this made any sense.We arrived at a building with a. He was the one who summed up the comedic career of Tommy Michaels whose career in show business effectively came to an end on a Friday in November in Dallas, Texas. The dirty-mouthed comic walked on stage two weeks after that horrific day in ’63 and when he did it was the first time he had appeared before a nightclub crowd since that tragic event. Since the innocence of America was taken away by an assassin’s bullet. The comic took the stage wearing a sweat-stained dark blue silk shirt that. Once we enter the bedroom, we immediately ditch the clothes. I head to the bathroom for a quick flush and prelube, I always bring my butt stuff when I go to Fred’s. When I enter the bedroom, Tim is laying on the bed with his head slightly hanging off the bed. Fred directs me to straddle Tim with my ass on the edge of the bed. Tim immediately begins sucking on my cock while Fred positions himself to fuck my ass. Fred lubes up his cock and uses his fingers to push more lube into my ass. Then I. "Now Edie. You've messed up your makeup. Susan, make sure he gets cleaned up." Yes Mistress," responded Susan as she curtsied in place, staring at her feet the whole time."Clarisse, now that you have your panties back, why don't you put them on?" said Lady Howard.Clarisse looked over at her Mistress in horror. She really couldn't believe what she had heard. To be forced to wear a pair of panties that had been in a sissy maid's mouth and God knows where else. A small tear formed in the corner of.