Heather just kept sucking on me bring me to a wonderful morning bliss. I kept trying to hold off, the pleasure of Heather lips and tongue around the s...aft and head of my penis was very blissful. Then I started to cum, and I mean cum, I was shooting for the stars. I must have shot at least ten times. Heather just kept gulping down my juices. Nothing escaped her lips. I collapsed on the bed exhausted and content. I started to go soft in her mouth. Heather made sure I was clean. She then came up. “Meeting in Chambers, Your Honor?”“Certainly. State and Plaintiff will meet me in chambers in fifteen minutes.”Fifteen minutes later, there was a huge sigh and the sound of flushing issuing from the chamber in the Chambers. Her Honor emerged disrobed, shed her wig and seated herself behind a rather homey old desk.The Bathurst Courthouse (circa 1880) faces Russell Street and is Neo-Classical with an octagonal Renaissance dome. It was designed by colonial architect James Barnet and is superbly. My breath would quicken in anticipation for what you would do next, but I would make sure to keep doing what you asked of me, trying desperately to keep my mind on doing the dishes. You would then take your foot, and gently but abruptly kick my foot to the side so that my legs were spread enough that I could feel my pussy lips spreading open. My legs would tremble slightly as your hand slides under my dress and I feel two of your fingers plunge deeply into my wet pussy, the force of it lifting. The anticipation was killing me, but not as much as what was to come. I imagined her sucking cock and wondered if she would actually go through with it. She’d had opportunities in the past with other friends of ours when I wasn’t around, but she couldn’t seem to bring herself to do it, specifically because I wasn’t there. I wondered if the next text I was going to get was from her that it had gone too far and that she was done. Part of me was ok with that scenario while a much larger part of me.