Bennett was really my father's friend. More of an associate than a friend, I'd say. He and my father exchanged favors from time to time. My father usu...lly did things that Mr. Bennett wanted done. In return for him doing this, Mr. Bennett helped our family with things we got into that needed either legal help or a certain amount of political influence. If Mr. Bennett had given Art Driscoll my phone number, it must have been approved in advance by my father."Mr. Bennett, the attorney?" I wanted. But he wanted to do it all by himself. So i had to put it back and wait for him to play with my asshole for a bit. I was on a couch prepared to take it. But oh boy. After he started to go balls deep into my asshole and grabbed me by my shoulders, i realized 17cm cock is too big for me. I was always sticking stuff in my ass that is max 15 cm.I was slowly pulling my pelvis far far away. I could not take it. It was hitting the very deep end of my asshole. But he always pushed me back with his arms. I have never hated anyone in my life as much as I hate you right now. And I think you know in the back of your pea sized brain that I could put you down right now and no fucking jury in the country would convict me once they heard what you did to that girl. Now answer my fucking question. It was not rhetorical."I saw the gears turning in his head. He was trying to figure a way out of the situation in which he suddenly found himself. But I think that he was afraid of making himself look worse by. My desire to have sex with her had aroused when once I was helping her to keep some boxes on the ledge. I had climbed up the ladder and she was handing me the boxes. When I looked down, her saree had slid down a bit and I could see her milky white cleavage. I tried not to look at it but I couldn’t help it. She didn’t notice me staring.From then on, I used to grab every opportunity to go to her home and watch her. Sometimes she would lying on the sofa and watching TV wearing a nighty. I.