” What a wacko. Little pervert. Well, after about 15 minutes, it was enough. Anal sex was okay, but my pussy likes cocks better than my asshole does... Then i yelled out, “California Rule of Professional Conduct 3-120.”Mike yelled back, “What the hell are you talking about. Those are my rules of conduct. I'm the lawyer here.”I shot back, “Like i said Rule 3-120. Lawyers can't have sexual relations with their clients. My parents are lawyers and i learned that from them.”Mike kept fucking me and. I don't regret their deaths for a minute. I don't regret these either." I gave a head shake toward the two dead bad guys.She said, "What about a trial and due process?"I said, "You identified them. Did they rape your friend?" She nodded. "Then, that was the trial and they were shot. There was nothing to appeal. They were guilty and you knew it and they knew it. So do the rest of them. The only question remaining is what to do with the rest of them."They could hear me speak and they were. I did and I just seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of semen that I couldn't ever deplete no matter how hard I tried. And I tried hard.I had a stash of naked pictures and a couple of Playboys which added fuel to my lustful fire and spent all my days in school dreaming about all the girls I knew, imagining them naked and legs spread wide to receive my eager cock.I was interested in anything female (well, human and over eleven or so in age, anyway) and I had heard some talk about the woman. Well, first was Pey wanting to listen. But then Beca and last week Desi. It was such an intimate time with them, even though I edited the recording and uploaded it to my YouTube channel. Especially, Desi’s since we’d recorded it in bed. My subscriptions had jumped up by fifty percent. She made sure it was obvious we’d spent the night together.There was a soft knock on my door as I set the music on my stand. That was odd. If they thought I was recording, Mom, Dad, and Pey had all perfected the.