After making a brief phone callJeanine announced that Mistress Nora would arrive in less than a half hour.Lisa opened the refrigerator and poured hers...lf a glass of wine. Lisa was on her third glass of wine when the doorbell rang 25 minutes later.In strode Nora Wychak clad in a common leather pantsuit type Domme outfit andcarrying a large black bag. At 42 years old and currently a blonde she wasnearly the same height and weight as Lisa but somehow lacked her voluptuousfeatures. Her stern. That was the first time.And speaking of time, it was time I started paying attention again. Not that I was ignoring the direct examination of one of the plaintiffs' experts. I have a kind of autopilot that lets me listen to what's going on, sort of like background music, when the odds are nothing important is going to happen, while thinking of something else ... like sound bites and federal judges ... but if something does happen, my reflexes are quick enough to kick my mind and mouth into gear. That ought to be enough. If that failed to wreck the case then call her as a defence witness and destroy the detective; make the whole thing look like a fit-up.Strange how one piece of evidence, well not even evidence, merely an email promising evidence, can totally change your mood. A quick look at the file showed it was still downloading, so it had to be high-resolution video. The curse of living out here, great air, great scenery but lousy broadband.Anthony downed the rest of his beer and. It thrilled her so much that another spasm jolted her loins and another river of cunt juice bubbled out. The frenzied pony lapped it up greedily."You like that, do you, boy?" Bonny murmured.Buck whinnied, prancing under her, tossing her lithe body around. His flanks heaved between her gripping thighs. The last wave creamed in her cunt and Bonny whimpered with the thrill of it. She leaned forward over the pony's withers, a dreamy smile on her lips.Then she looked down and saw that Buck was.