Her fingers walked through his thighs and poked his boner over his blue jeans. She wanted to feel it get hard. Her fingers traced its outline like her...sharp mind that predicted the outcomes of her cases.Two days back, she had handled Alex’s case like a simple handjob. Mumtaz’s short cute fingers unbuttoned his jeans like how she unraveled the evidence during the hearing. With ease, her palm slid into his brief like how she slithered around opposition lawyer’s arguments.She squeezed his balls. “Stone, you drive. I’ll sit next to the prisoner and make sure nothing unexpected happens,” Morgan said.“Sounds good. I don’t want her mouthing off the entire time to Brenhaven, so I’m going to gag her. Slut, open your mouth.”I considered refusing, but he was menacing me with the gun. I opened my mouth, and the smell of urine assaulted me as he forced wet panties into my mouth. “You liked these so much last night, I figure they’ll give you something to remember.” I nearly gagged on the smell. Plus if her parents thought she might be a lesbian, or even if they thought she had been a lesbian, or at least lived in that relationship, she wasn't now.Cynthia had been sketchy on the condition of Mary after her attack, but she had been told her life was in no danger. I realized that left a lot of room for bad things, but I was glad she was in no danger in that regard. Once we got to Scranton and the airport I realized Cynthia had booked a private jet, what's called a net jet, where you. Uncle’s bungalow became ours. Uncle’s old man had gone out of the world. My mother was sitting on a sofa suckling our daughter. Uncle was on an easy-chair, reading a magazine. I went and sat by my mother. By then mom changed the feeding to her other breast. But at the same time she didn’t care to cover the free one. Her nipple was thick and wet. Her areole was large. Her already bigger breasts had become still bigger with milk inside. Mom looked at me through the corner of her eyes. I tried to.