.. she thought, sadly. If only I hadn’t rejected him so harshly. He might still like me enough to try again. The idea of simply picking up the phone...and calling was overwhelmingly tempting, and giving it a little more thought, Judith decided to call him, on Christmas afternoon. Terry would certainly be at his parents’ home tonight, and she felt way too scared to call there.Just then, something caught her eye and she looked up. Carl was sitting transfixed, looking at something on the other side. ‘How much extra time did we put on the meter?’ ‘Let’s see,’ said the driver. ‘Damn near fifteen minutes.’ ‘How much is that?’, asked Ray. ‘Oh, about ten dollars with what I’m sure is going to be a nice generous tip.’ ‘So tell me Mr. Forester,’ asked a smiling Cindy, ‘did you get your money’s worth?’ Ray gently lifted her up beside him and kissed her. ‘Not only yes, but hell yes!’ Ray smiled at her. ‘Our driver here has been most considerate, even if he kept the meter running. Don’t you think he. Pat said nothing. She hitched herself up and sat her bare ass on the table. Her legs were open, and one hand ventured between them. Pat ran a finger up and down her slit. Then she found her clit. Her fingertip circled and rolled over it. Her eyes closed and she moaned softly. A small amount of liquid seeped from her pussy. Pat opened her eyes, looked at me and said she was ready to be fucked. I had started something that felt good and decided to carry it on while I had a chance. "I'll fuck you. I was to tell the State Police they were responsible for the prisoners until he could get a couple of Russian-speaking interrogators in place. I passed the word to Charlie when I hung up and he said he was going to have his own private ten minute talk with the one prisoner. I reminded him about leaving marks and he just gave me an evil smile, telling me he was familiar with protocol when it came to questioning hostile prisoners."Harry, we'll take over from here. Just fax me your statement when.