” My body tingled at the thought, my lust driven to new heights, my sexual frustration building. “But other times, I just like to have them inside...me. I enjoy knowing they want to fuck me, being so close, being inside me in fact, but still not getting the stimulation they want and crave.” She gyrated her hips, just a little, sending a sliver of pleasure through my body that only made me ache for more. “And sometimes, I like to tease them.” Another gyration, another tantalising moment of. Witt asked me a few questions about the girls that had gotten raped before me. Then he turned the questioning over to Representative Foreman of North Dakota, an older man with large glasses."Ms. Black, you said you were drinking the night this gentleman allegedly raped you?" Yes sir, I had a beer and it tasted funny. I must have passed out because..." So how do we know you didn't just get drunk and decide to uhhh ... go home with this young man and then regret it in the morning?"Forcing myself. She seemed a bit harassed and busy, but gave me a pleasant smile as she looked me over and then deftly measured me for my uniform. She produced from her store cupboard a maid’s uniform for me to try on, and I rather shyly took off my jeans and sweater. I felt a little uncomfortable with the eyes of the two women watching me as I stood for a few seconds in just my simple white bra and panties, and so I quickly slipped into the maid’s uniform. Miss Deacon knew her job, as it was a good fit but. . "No, I don't think it would do any good for you to come here tonight. We think we have an idea of where they are. We may have this thing put to bed by the time you get here. Tell you what. Try to get a night's sleep. You sound exhausted. If we don't have this closed out by the morning, we'll have one of Paul's planes pick you up in the morning."Pause... "I'm sorry, Callie. I'm just not thinking right. Of course you should be here. Hang on. Let me see how soon Paul can get a plane there. I'm.