Second, is court-ordered. In other words, I could not listen to you and simply say ‘this person is crazy’ and commit you to a mental health hospit...l. I would have to go to court and convince a judge that you were a clear danger to yourself or others, that you could not function in normal daily life, and that you needed long term professional care. I would have to call witnesses and then another health professional, not a therapist, but a psychiatrist with a medical doctorate would have to. You reach for me again, but I gently take your hands in mine and return them to being flat on our bed as I push you back. You let yourself fall and permit me to unbuckle your belt and then unbutton and unzip your pants. First the left, then the right shoe is removed, then your socks. Last of all, I pull your pants off by the cuff, leaving you there in your blue boxers, wonderfully splayed out, your olive skin standing in magnificent contrast with the stark whiteness of our bed.You are smiling. He hasn't touched me in weeks, I think he's screwing his secretary,” and with that, she gave me a very erotic kiss with plenty of tongue. Even with all the people and cameras around I was really getting into this acting thing, and started to return her kiss and slid one hand up to her breasts and kneaded them thoroughly. Then she reached down and grabbed my package through my pants. She broke off the kiss, pulled her head back and whooped, “Holy shit, what the hell have you got in there, a can. Do I care? Yes. For all the wrong reasons.I arch my back a little bit and the splashing stops. I hold my breath. Chances are he can see how wet I am and the sun must be lighting up my little golden cunt like a lamp. So I roll over onto my back, straighten one leg out to the side a little and do a niiiice stretch.With my eyes closed and my pussy throbbing, I smile to myself wondering what he's thinking with my snatch on display like it is.Water is dripping on me. I open my eyes surprised to find.