I hop into the shower and lather myself with shower gel. My fingers linger on my breasts and quim. As I think about what will follow, I shiver sligh...ly.I dry off and put on my makeup and dab a touch of perfume behind my ears and on my thighs. I select a black bra and black lace panties that I think she will like. Black stockings and a short black skirt, I think. A pink blouse and silver hoop earrings finish off my ensemble. I brush my hair and apply some deep red lipstick, just in time. The temptation can’t be resisted any longer. I lower myself on you, lips meeting your stomach as I slowly kiss my way down. Already your body is moving, hips bucking against my chest as I move lower. Your moans begin as I reach the little patch of pubic hair, kissing it and running my tongue over it. Finally, I move lower, spotting the first sign of you already soaking lips, the little clit. I can’t resist the urge to quickly flick my tongue over it, extracting a gasp from you. Finally, she climaxed. She wailed with delight. She buried her face in the couch between my thighs as her body shuddered.She turned to Betty when it was over. Her eyes were wild with lust. It was the same look she'd given me right before caving in to fucking me at work."Take off your skirt," she said in a husky voice.Betty smiled and unzipped her skirt. It fell to the floor."Come to bed with me," Rita said.She led the way down the hall with Betty's hand in her own. I quickly got up and. The magistrate was now himself seized with terror at the decision he had to make. He sat for a minute to gather his thoughts then summoned the Sheriff to help him make a decision. Why, oh why, did the Earl of Canonsford have to go off trying to ingratiate himself by fighting at the King's side on the continent. Could they recall the Judge, probably not within 48 hours and in any case his report to the King would most likely lose the magistrate his job and quite likely his liberty, for he knew.