I'm not, dear," she admitted wearily, hugging her daughter to her."What's wrong? Where's Dad?" He's gone, Dory. He's left. We had a big fight and he l...eft." Why, Mom? Why?" He's been seeing another woman. He's been cheating on me. I told him he had to choose. He ... he didn't choose me," she said, breaking down in tears."Oh, Mom. I'm so sorry. Why would he do that? You love each other. I know that for sure." I thought so too, but I was wrong. This other woman ... she's younger, sexier. I can't. "Where are we going?" she asked, fumbling with all of the gear."Your sergeant will explain it in a moment," he said impatiently, his tone telling her that there was no time for questions. "Get outfitted and loaded up." What about armor?" she asked."No time for it," he told her, turning and grabbing another set of equipment for the man behind her.She carried her equipment over to where a tough looking sergeant was standing with about twenty other people. There was a mix of men and women, a few. I was particularly drawn tothe Salon de Coiffure - Renee Garnier. A simple classic shop windowopening, with no shame, to reveal a bank of stainless steel torpedoshaped salon dryers. Dryers which faced the window with no pretense ofbeing anything but what they were - an instrument to make womenbeautiful. Behind the dryers I could see several stations, each with anelegant salon chair in front of a combination wash station and cosmeticvanity with Hollywood make up lights around each mirror. I knew. He stood up lowered his pants dropping out a very large hard black cock rubbing it over my window saying come on white boy you know what you want. Looking around more I realized lots of BBC seemingly just for me? I cracked my window asked what they had in mind, the stud rubbing his fine black meat on my window tried to slide his through. All that made it through was the big head which I licked and lightly nibbled on. He grounded told the others to back off that this cock sucker was all.