Besides him and Gloria, the other ten jurors were pretty much a passive group, silent for the most part; it was redeeming quality that left him hopefu... the trial would progress rapidly to a swift conclusion. At the end of each row of jurors, a pair of overweight black housewives sat like unemotional bookends waiting for their instructions. They all had tag with their juror number and their first name on it to make it easier for the judge to address them.The other three females on the jury were. He smiled a self-satisfied grin, which then broadened as he visualised his own expression right now. He must be grinning like the cat that got the cream! He would indeed be her Master. That power had been intoxicating, yet … as he considered the matter, he realised that it carried with it a duty too. If he were to control her utterly then he must equally take all responsibility and care for how he used her. He turned his head to look at the curve of the sleeping girl’s neck, shoulder and arm. Really!Abigail: But doesn’t it feel good? Knowing there’s no class today?Me: It does.Abigail: You’re welcome! And. There’s more.Me: More what?Abigail: It’s all your fault this time!Me: What did I do?Abigail: You got under my skin. Like big time.Me: I did? Really?Abigail: Yes, really, don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.Me: I don’t know.Abigail: You made me think about you, like all the time!Me: More than you think of Jason?Abigail: Yes more!Me: Tell me more!Suddenly she jumped. I felt the tip of his cock pushing against my hole and he told me to take a deep breath, i'd played with my arse before so i knew vaguely what to expect but it was nothing like this. The head of his thick cock entered me with a pop! and i had to ask him to stop for a minute, my legs had gone weak from the sensation and wanted to be able to stand for my first arse fucking. After a few moments to get used to being so full i told him to carry on and he started pushing again, after what felt like.