" Mr. H, if I have excited you, then you should be hard right now. I need to know if I do excite a real man. If you let me touch you and it is hard, I...will be glad to put my bra back on," she bargained.Jen wanted proof of her womanly powers. I sensed somehow that it was important to her to feel desired by a man. Why such a pretty girl would need any proof was beyond me. One thing I knew for certain; the proof she sought was in my pants."Jen, this will remain between us and please be very brief.. But first your going to give me that massage you promised all those years ago, when you told me how good you are because its something I have spent many nights laying awake in bed fantasizing about, you kicked off your high heels in clipped your suspender belt and tossed it aside next wen your bra then you slowly slid your panties down deliberately keeping your legs straight as you bent right over pushing them all the way to the floor, you perfect ass parting slightly to reveal a very swollen. Luckily, I had all kinds of time since I had resigned from my job, and besides, it was a labor of hate. I carefully noted the names of the defendants in each of her cases and it was obvious that she only handled women clients. This bitch had a very specific mission, destroy as many men as possible. It got me to thinking that there may be more to this that meets the eye. I had gathered as much information as possible about the men she had victimized and started to track them down. Again, I had. Starting to lecture and cry with her and asked why finally she came to her senses.She admitted she hadn't, and I had pulled her out.He told her to get her ass out of bed and get it over to Diane's house and talk to her. He was calling her now, and she would call him when they were done talking, and he would fly home if Diane felt he needed to.Diane was crying when she got there, and just hugged her, and she just blurted out the whole story again.Diane started laughing toward the end, and told.