I figured I had lubed her up enough. I felt Alex’s hard rod moving in her pussy through the thin layer of muscle. Alex moaned. Erin began moving bac... and forth. Alex and I hardly had to move. Her ass muscles were contracting and releasing my dick as she moved back and forth. Erin moaned. I felt her ass muscle contract. I thought she was going to cut my dick off her ass became so tight. She stopped moving, so I tried to move. It took Alex and me a couple of moves to get into a rhythm, but we. She isn’t objecting though, so I must have her horny enough.I turn her to lie on her stomach, tied hands stretched out in front of her. Her legs are open a little, as relaxed as she can get. I slip a toy into her pussy, then start with my fingers. I work my middle finger in her ass as far as it can go, then I rub her insides with a ‘come here’ motion. Her hips lift off the bed, sucking in air.“Aahhhh,” she moans, me feeling around inside her. I tease her relentlessly until she becomes. Her psychiatrist had helped convince her that what she seemed to need to find peace, needed to be meted out by people like her, which meant she had to go through a trial.His notes stared up at him. His plan was a radical departure from the way he normally defended a client. Of course this whole case was a radical departure from the kind of thing he usually dealt with.He knew the truth, for one thing. That was pretty rare, actually. Most clients held things back—hid things—and guilt of the crime. Though I tried out every year I was in high school, because of my weight and lack of flexibility, I could never make the cheer squad there. It is my dream to be a cheerleader at this university. I'll do anything it takes to make and stay on this squad.” “Anything, Jenny?” “Yes, anything.” “Very well. Let's begin. Jenny, do you have a boyfriend?” “No, the boys don't want a fatty like me. I have never had a boyfriend.” “Don't refer to yourself as a fatty, or any other derogatory.