I wiggled my hips, pressing my butt-cheeks into his groping hands. Fire grew in my pussy, the juices boiling out of me, searing down my thighs.“Fuck...me, Sven,” I groaned. “I'm so hot and wet. I need it. I had to wait outside of the tent, just aching to join you.”“I'd have loved that,” my brother groaned, rubbing his hard cock against my shaved pussy lips.I closed my eyes, pressing my mouth so tight against Zanyia's pussy. The catgirl's sweet musk filled my every breath as I savored my brother's. The following six weeks proved to be brutal litigation for my young opponents, which drove their legal fees well past $60k. We then moved into the expensive phase – the deposition phase.They deposed their own witnesses. What a stupid strategy, and a waste of money.It appears that they had hoped that they would somehow intimidate us with a bunch of former disgruntled employees who had perjured themselves.It didn't. In fact, it was entertaining.Albert, the moron who influenced Pierre looked. If they didn't feel like he would do a good scene or if they got the impression he would treat Cassie (or any performer) roughly, he would lose the job.The two people who walked up to the small restaurant where Judy was going to meet them didn't resemble porn stars. The man had on a pullover that hung loosely across his frame. The woman wore a sundress. Neither knew Jason so they almost walked past him."Uh, excuse me, Ms. Charms?" Jason said. His voice faltered slightly. The girl was even. I tried to calm my mind and asked if he could place one of those on the counter for me. The shop keeper turned and looked at me and said in a very low deep voice that I should come over and pick which bag I wanted. I just stood there looking at him with a blank void spinning through my mind. I was totally confused with what was happening with my body. I could feel my nipples pushing against my top, my legs felt like jelly and my little pussy was starting to tingle and feel a little damp, my.