.. because I didn’t know ... when Colonel Robert Ott, USMC (ret), Esq. DJS (Doctor of Juridical Studies) slammed open the door and marched into the ...ffice.This act startled the alphabet soup so much that one young agent was unthinking enough to pull his gun.“That, son, was a serious mistake, I’d like to speak to my client ... alone.”Mr. Quick on the Draw made mistake number two.“We’re busy ... come back tomorrow.”Mr. Ott picked up the phone ... still at the point of a gun and dialed.“Hello, you. "Brittany....come here." She hears her mom calling again."I'm here" She answers as she reaches the end of the hallway and steps out into the living room. Looking around she wonders how this room will look when it is finished. Right now the walls are semi painted and have words written on one section where she'd used the excess paint to mess around when she'd been bored.Standing in the adjoining breakfast area is her mother...Kelly or as those who are closest to her call her Kel. Today her. “Are you sure?” I asked, feeling rather sorry for him. “Yeah, yeah, whatever” he said, breathing heavily on the other end of the phone, “So how was it?” he asked. I didn’t say anything for a few seconds, as I didn’t know whether he was being serious or not. “What do you mean how was it?” I said, “Why do you even want to know?” “I’m just curious” he said, “It kind of turns me on, knowing that you both did stuff together”. “Oh yes?” I said, still wondering on whether he was joking. “Why does it. It seemed as if her whole body was in the hands of a powerful but invisible force. She twisted her whole body to the side with a movement so violent that The woman was afraid the girl would fall from the table.Spasm after spasm brought the slim hips high off the table making it hard for Miss Spencer to maintain her stimulation. The stifled screams, the bird-like noises, the head flung back, skin flushed with bright red patches, the pale skin gleaming with sweat. The sweet and musky aroma that.