I looked again at the mother’s letter. Hotel Nueva York. That explained it. Not the fanciest place in town, despite its name, but an OK mid-range ho...el. Good tourist trade, from what the manager, himself a recent Cornell School of Hotel Administration graduate, had told me when I’d chatted with him at one of our annual travel fairs.Monsieur M owned this hotel, among others.That explained the referral from the ambassador, but not why. Tootsie had said it was urgent. Ambassador or not, it was. The door to the office had hardly closed before both Shirley Short from HR and the head of IT came in. The IT guy said, "I don't know what you said or did but there has been a mass deletion of files and folders last night and most of the morning." Maybe I put the fear of God in them," I said laughingly. "I still want you to pick up those computers on the list and check all of them."Shirley said, "So far your tactics have worked. I went to get coffee at the cafeteria this morning and she was. My aunt Tillie had set up a mini family reunion of relatives of my Mom in nearby Arlington so we drove there to join them. There must have been fifty people there some I hadn,t seen in years, others Never before, even some had travelled from parts of Canada on my grandmother Maiseys side. Rick and Christina then met Grandma Maisey Christadoulou, their only living great grand parent as Grandpa Pete died in 1972! There must have been enough food barbecued by Tillie,s third husband Lloyd to feed. Without letting him slip from her mouth she eased herself to her knees and worked her head from side to side while allowing her mouth to fill with saliva, forming a tight seal around her prize she began to bob up and down his shaft. She balanced herself with one hand and with her other began massaging her husbands chest and stomach. As she did so she could feel him rubbing and massaging her hips and down to her thighs. There was an obvious look of enjoyment on Don's face and she allowed herself.