"We were in court at 8:15 and we were called into chambers by the bailiff at 8:30 on the dot. I thought we would be in court at least till midday, but...we were in our way to the unmarked police car with a jubilant Ms. Shuster at 10 to 10, whose husband was sent to prison with a sentence of five to ten years for domestic violence with intent to kill and to inflict severe bodily and psychological harm.I went to my office, once back in the shelter, to store and archive the documents before going. First time I saw her long silky straight hairs that went till her waist. I started kissing her long neck and squeezed her boobs simultaneously. Nafeeza now grabbed my penis over my jeans and started stroking it. I moved my one hand on her pussy and stimulated her clit area over her dress.This went on for some time. After crosschecking the corridor, I came and removed her total burka. She was wearing red kurta and black leggings beneath the burka. This was not placed to get completely naked. So. She spun around and a second blast through the door caught her in her exposed side and knocked her to the ground.She screamed.It wasn’t pain that fueled her cry, but terror. Though death could not touch her, oblivion could, and if her attacker chose to step out and blow her head off, what then? The necromancer who had cursed her had explained that she would spend an eternity in a fugue state with no hope of rescue or crossing over to the other side. Damnation at its finest.Lily shrieked and ran. She said they could get still pictures to go with their Term Paper plus they would have the sound for Debbie’s interview. As I started slowly stroking my now very swollen and very sensitive cock Jenny started the camera. She asked Debbie to put one of her hands on me to give a size perspective. Debbie’s hand looked so small on my cock next to mine and it was electric the way it felt. Every time Debbie had touched me it was that way and I could feel myself, reluctantly, falling for her. My God!.