The corded counterpoint of her high heel boots erupted from a black portal and stomped the sixth gauntlet, sending it reeling. Now with a clear shot, ...ereza immediately began firing at Olvey. Dozens of rounds ripped out of the chambers of her guns, firing from both her hands and feet as she jumped and twisted about. They pelted the protective field around him, weakening it mildly with each wave of ballistics.Not content to rely on his mystical fists, Olvey chanted periodically and fired a. I reached and barely turned it on with my left hand, while holding it with my right. After it was on, my left hand returned to feeling my soft skin and taking turns from one nipple to pinching and pulling. At first, I just rubbed the vibe on the outside, barely grazing my clit from time to time. I found a nice rhythmic motion from my clit to my opening. I thrust it in a few times, covering it in my wetness. It was very tight, which is amazing to me really. How can a tiny vibe feel tight and yet. Maybe I was weaker, or I was justtoo anxious, but the door felt very heavy. I pulled it open nonethelessand stepped inside.Sitting behind a large wooden desk was a gray haired women. The officewasn't fancy. A portable wall unit air conditioner blasted a cold draftfrom it's perch high on the wall behind her desk. The chairs were vinyland looked well worn. But the computer on the desk look new, with a largemonitor featuring large text to be easy on her aged eyes.I sat in the right hand chair. I had to spend an hour with Joeyevery week. I begged them to let me off, I told them my suspicions of Joey,and they said if I wanted to be retried as an adult for my complicity in hiscrime they'd arrange it.I laid on the waterworks - honestly, sort of imitating Joey, and I'm notsure why - and the visitors' manager agreed to drop it to every two weeksfor good behavior.I'm so not looking forward to next week.=*=I knew Joey had sort of turned fag in the can, but I had no idea how far itwould go. A.