"Actually, according to statistics, more people confess to crimes they did not commit than those who have legal representation. I have no problem answ...ring your questions, I just want an officer of the court representing me here at the same time," I answered.And so it went, for over an hour, I was questioned, and I answered with I wanted an attorney, and reminded them that they were in violation of my constitutional rights by refusing to allow me representation.I was taken to a holding cell,. Every time he did that, I shuddered.It wasn't long before I was close to cumming and let him know. He then started running his finger inside my ass crack.What he did next caught me totally off guard. He pushed the tip of one of his fingers inside my hole. Slowly, he pushed it further and further in until he was in all the way to his palm. He waited and then began to pull it out, but stopping just short of full extraction.Meanwhile, he kept working his magic with his mouth. I had finally had. Maddie not letting him paint the ceiling and walls of his bedroom black didn't help any, either. But even he was coming around at least a little, though he was careful not to show it.Being in the country, there was plenty of room outside for the kids to explore and play. The house had a huge country kitchen, and even though everything in it was from the fifties, Maddie liked it--even the old fifties style refrigerator!"At least everything is in decent shape and works," she said, as she. The studio must have called me a few hundredtimes, but I didn't care.After about a week of depression, I finally turned my phone on, and Icalled Mark."Mark, it is me. Can you talk?" I heard the kids were screaming in thebackground."Ammm. I am with the kids right now. What's the matter?" Can I see you tonight?" Well, I have an important presentation tomorrow. Can this wait?" I really want to talk to you tonight." Alright, I will stop by after I dropped off the kids. But I can't stayfor too.