He was breathing heavy in my ear and he relaxed his grip on my arms but warned me not to try anything. I heard the rustle of a zipper and the jingle o... pants being dropped to the ground. I secretly craved for him to be mean so I started slowly inching away; slowly enough that he had time to grab me by the back of my hair and yank me painfully back to him. He held the blade of the knife against my right breast, and put just enough pressure on it to draw a thin line of blood. The sting of the cut. ’ Holy crap! My emotions had been settling down since our rough fuck, and now he pushed that memory right up into the front of my brain. I still don’t like him, but all of a sudden I was feeling that tingling down below. This is definitely not what I need right now. But I couldn’t help myself: I walked up to him and asked, ‘When?’ ‘Eleven o’clock, same place.’ An hour from now. Crap! I knew better, knew better! than to do this, but as I sat at the table with our friends, I kept sneaking peeks. .. kwrzz kwrzz.”I’d been interested in the law — the criminal justice system — ever since I could remember. Back when I was 10 or so, I would cut school and take the bus down to the courthouse when Daddy was testifying in a case.In New York, while I was at John Jay, several of us attended trials that looked interesting. All of us were in, or would be in, law enforcement. And some days, many days, the courtroom drama beat anything on Broadway. Even off-off-off-Broadway.UMKC, and its law school,. Of course, once I was deep inside her rear facing channel, she made no effort to influence the outcome because it was far better than she expected from a pair of female Elves with far too much respect for her high-born personage.I dirtied her brown eye, and then I worried her dripping wet cunt with my eager shaft of enlightenment. I knew she desperately wanted to show me that she was experienced and ready to perform any degraded act with an air of complicity that belied her lofty position.Then.