”“Judge Rangarajan,” greeted the dark figure after crossing the threshold. “It’s a pleasure–““Don’t use my name!” interrupted the ...nnoyed Judge. “You don’t know who I am, got it?”The dark figure nodded.Crossing the room to the mini-bar, the Judge poured himself a glass of champagne. “Would you like a drink?” he asked his guest.“No. Thank you.”The Judge sat on the edge of the bed. “Then I suppose we should get right to it,” he announced, taking a sip. Let’s have a look.”The dark figured parted. And squeeze the flesh between your fingers. I begin to slowly push my finger in and pull it out. With the thumb on my other hand I find and massage your clit in small, slow circles. I add a second finger to the one already inside your sex. I pick up the tempo, and begin to make faster, rougher circles on your clitoris. Your cum begins to flow out of your pussy. ‘I want your cock inside of me’, you almost yell to me. I stand up just long enough to slide my underwear to the floor. Then I keel. That night she had told me she was going to spend it at the library to research a paper. I thought she did not see me as she was too busy playing tonsil hockey with her date.I stopped calling, but it took more than two weeks for Jennifer to notice and to call me. I got an angry phone call one evening. She went on an angry rant accusing me of dumping her and going out with other women.After she started to wind down; I quietly asked if I would be allowed to say something. I heard a gasp, and a. I asked Susan to take a break and took the space next to the Angela, and just in time, as he drove up to my window, with Angela gathering his order at the next window, a few meters down, 'Good evening Mr Morgan, how are you this evening', I peered into the darkness, the small light fitting we had installed to illuminate the cabin interiors was out, so I needed my eyes to adjust, so I was in no hurry to move him on, friendliness and chat was the byword for this guy, 'That you Mariel', he asked.