“Y’all some still some bad bitches, yo,” Nieko admitted.“How old are you two,” Francis inquired.“23,” Nieko replied.“Bout to be 25,”...Doogie said.That was the extent of the small talk. Both sissies were sucking dicks within moments after that exchange. Francis had Doogie’s girthy nine-inches. Jackie was working on Nieko’s thick 10-inch log.Soon both sissies had their legs in the air on the couch next to one another. Nieko was plowing Jackie’s onion booty. Doogie was banging Francis’ globular. Our secret is just that...a dirty little secret.Right now, I'm doing just that, being his dirty little secret. I'm, as always, dressed completely for him. When he arrived he found me in a tight short red dress, barely covered my rear end. It's off-the-shoulder and very cute. If I bent over you could see everything. I wore red seamed nylons and a lacey red garter belt. I always wear a locked chastity tube for him with a pink ribbon in a bow tied tight around the back of it, pushes my tiny little. I know that.’ ‘Not if I can help it, baby,’ he assured her as she stepped into his open arms. ~*~ There wasn’t a trial. Kitteridge had been caught in the act and confessed and the ADA, James Easton, hadn’t pushed for charges against Reid. Easton felt Reid hadn’t used unnecessary force, or so he said. Reid knew he had, and didn’t care. Kitteridge’s jaw would be wired shut for six weeks and he’d be locked up for at least two years. If you asked Reid, Kitteridge should be dead. Too bad they didn’t. I later found out that after Laura left and I retreated to my bedroom for a lengthy session with Cafune, the Whizz had driven back to her office and basically marched into the senior partners office to read him the riot act. Apparently the short version was that if I was not treated as a person rather than a profit centre they were going to lose me as a client and most likely others once the reasons got out, and if my source had it right, she ended with, “so what the fuck are you going to do.