The question of how much force could be used to defend oneself was floated by the prosecution, but V-P held a riposte ready in his locker should Black...urn force the issue. We adjourned for lunch, and the legal eagles for rumpty pumpty with their students no doubt, at 1230 hours.V-P came and spoke to me while I ate dinner in my cell ... he must have only managed a quick jump with Charlotte ... and informed me the next prosecution witness would be Jenny Walsh. I crossed my fingers hoping the deal. ”Did you see Rob and I fucking last night?” Amy asked. I gave no reply but felt my cheeks burning with embarrassment. “It was such a turn on doing it with the door open, we hoped you’d see us.” Again I said nothing but felt I was getting more turned on, feeling my pussy starting to dribble juices onto the bench, part of me hoping she didn’t notice but the other that she did. “His cock feels so good Jo, he makes me moan so much and my God, my orgasms are so intense.” Amy’s nipples looked so. She started driving again and the car skid slightly. Woah, gotta be careful, she said a little surprised. The road had many winding turns up the hill to my house. My mother had picked this place because of the seclusion from the rest of the town. Nothing was visible outside the window up the road. She drove slowly up the road. Her phone, that was now resting in the cupholder between our seats, suddenly received a text message that read Cant fuck you tonight, baby. She didnt notice the message. Back in Pennsylvania. But it looks like no one around here needs a dancer.” I fidgeted with the quarter that the bar tender had given me back for change. “Huh.” She looked at me for a second. “Is that so? Well, you could work with me.” She said brightly digging in her oversized purse. “Well, uh, what do you do?” I asked. At this point I was starting to feel better just talking to someone and now here she is asking me to work with her. Was she a waitress, a dancer or something else? Johanna.