It was Connie Wilson, the thirteen-year-old daughter of Circuit Court Judge George Wilson. I had had the "pleasure" of meeting Connie during my last y...ar at high school. Even as an incoming freshman she was the "bitch from hell" and I was a defacto poor guy from the other side of the tracks. Connie was the type of young woman who wore her father's "judgeship" on her arm, and to boot, this family was one of the richest and most powerful families in town.I stood and pretended to be looking at a. “It adds up to twenty-eight names but many more fucks, as you can see. I think forty in all.” She looked very proud as she sat back.Bella had tried to do something similar after she got home and was a bit chagrinned at how much she had opened her legs, especially for recent virgins. She hadn’t shared that with Gil, her live-in boyfriend although she thought he’d be fascinated, just as he had been that last day when she took on a lot of cock while he watched. They’d talked about that experience. I decided not to think too much and moved my hand up so I had her bare breast in my palm. Gently I knead her breasts before taking her nipple between my thumb and finger and pinching it. Her lips were parted and her tongue was running furiously over her lips. I adjusted myself so I was sleeping on my side facing her. With my other hand, I undid the knot holding her salwar up and slid my hand in. She spread her legs, giving me unrestricted access to her cunt. I slid my fingers into her cunt and. Of course the first time I came back to our penthouse suite and caught him with a hooker and wearing a diaper, my fairy tale slammed to the ground with a loud bang. It wasn't long after that I was told everything we were, had been a lie. No depressed wife, three kids at home and no desire to leave her.And then came the glorious offer to retire to my penthouse suite for as long as I liked. I would get a raise every three months, just like his best employees, if I performed my duties well. If I.