Then another thought crossed my mind. If there was noone in the court room to transcribe the proceedings, what was to stopOfficer Mercer, who appeared...to be acting as bailiff, and the Judge fromfining Randy and pocketing the take? I knew there were such "speedtraps" scattered across the country."Is something wrong, son?" the Judge asked, and I suddenly realized hewas asking the question of me."Huh?" I replied, embarrassed. "Oh, I was just wondering -" Where the court reporter was," he finished. Our fingers franticly fumbled with the buttons of each other’s clothes while our lips were pressed together hungrily. I had always imagined love making to be a beautifully tender activity. This was anything but that. The sounds of our moans and heavy breathing filled the room as our clothing tumbled all around us. My hair got yanked as Jack hastily lifted my slip up over my head, but that did nothing to dampen the lust that raged inside me. I ran my hands up under his t-shirt, so eager was I to. I put my arms around her and my hands slid down the silk robe over her tight body."Do you want to go to the bedroom?" I asked.She nodded and led the way.Glen was sitting tied up in an armchair. The room was lit by candles. The king-sized bed, where I'd fucked Glen several times, was dressed in new satin sheets. Massive Attack was playing on the stereo. Glen was in nothing but boxer shorts. Cathy started to say something to her husband, but I placed a hand to her lips. Pretending he wasn't even. I want the truckers to see you play for me, pleaded Charlie. Wanting to please and pleasure him I played harder, rubbing more intently. I closed my eyes as my mind got lost in his arousal lightly moaning with pleasure. I did not think he could hear me but I knew his arousal drew me into him. His satisfaction was and always is mine. The stop and go traffic allowed me to play for him longer and more eagerly. My fingers slid in and out slow and seductively. I pulled my fingers out of my drenched.