I was one of those sleazy lawyers who rejoiced in acquitting murderers, thieves, mob bosses, and any other scumbags whose cases fell into my lap. I ha... my pick of the litter when it came to women. Early in my career as my reputation began to skyrocket, I took one girl home from the bar and she stayed in my bed for the following five years. She was my red haired goddess, my Sabrina. Yeah, I knew she was extremely high maintenance, but she was great in the sack. So, where did it all go wrong? I. She stood on top of the benches and flipped her hair, then took off her shirt and shorts. This girl looked like a fucking model. She had curves in all of the right places and her boobs were popping out of her black and pink polka-dot, push up bra. Mm. Sexy as hell. I began to grow in my pants, I wanted to do so many naughty things with that girl. Her bather bottoms clung to her white flesh. Her cleavage made my cock pulse. I snapped out of it and remembered the task at hand, I needed to spank. ’ I shivered. Could I cum like that? Was that what makes a girl cum? To feel a cock that deep?”“Then Ian stirred. He crawled behind me. He was looking at my pussy wrapped around Sammy’s cock.“‘Lean forward,” he said, pushing on my back. “I did as I was told and showed him my ass. Then Ian did something he’d never done before. He leaned forward slowly. I felt his breath on my bum. I felt his chin touch my butt cheeks. Then I felt his tongue on my asshole! I jolted forward. He’d never done that. .. I knew you'd come back to me; you always did... but I was afraid that Jamey'd find out and there'd be a terrible fight.Why, Cal? Why did you have to take your life?By the time Susan reached home her cheeks were wet with tears. It wasn't uncommon, not since his death, but now the distances were less than when they still lived on Jamey's estate; hence, her tears didn't have the opportunity to reach their fullest capacity.Susan parked the car, climbed the stairs and was surprised to find their.