There was something about this man even though he was much older than me, something that drew me to him like a magnet perhaps it was his kindness or h...s gentle trustworthy demeanour but there was just something incredibly sexual about him. As I lay there my fingers crept down between my legs to sooth the yearning for a man’s touch and I finally drifted off. Peter was also tortured by the thought that in the next room asleep could be the answer to his dreams, just on the other side of the wall. I smiled wickedly at myself, my pussy growing wetter and more charged by the second. No one at the club had paid much attention to the shiny piece of jewelry. They didn't know what it was. Turning a bit drunkenly, I shoved off from the glossy tiled counter top and shuttled into one of the empty toilet stalls. Giggling uncontrollably, I reached for the door and latched it securely. Then I spread my stiletto boot clad feet, and my hands reached for the hem of my dress. I moaned and bit my lip as. I was so confused, this was no torture that I expected. I thought Id be screaming in pain but instead I might scream with pleasure and ecstasy. I was being jerked off my a man in front of 3 men and a woman, and I was loving it. I began to moan, and my breathing got more and more labored and I started to sweat and grind against the chair straps. ?Oh god, oh god, mmmmmmmm?no?no, yes, god yes sir, more, more, harder please god jerk me off harder?squeeze my hard cock harder sir. Keep playing with. He felt the importance of Perenna's every word and he was really anxious."Then, according to you," he said, "those letters accusing Madame Fauville and Gaston Sauverand were placed there with the sole object of ruining both of them?" Yes, Monsieur le Prefet." And, as they were placed there before the crime, the plot must have been schemed before the murder?" Yes, Monsieur le Prefet, before the murder. From the moment that we admit the innocence of Mme. Fauville and Gaston Sauverand, we are.