She was lying on her back on the beautiful Woodstock created massage table an instant later. Joe marveled at the movement of her long soft body as it ...ettled. She was usually more modest. He was tempted to lick her large, firm yet soft breasts and lovely pink nipples instead of massaging her face. Or crawl between her slightly open thighs and nibble at the pussy lips hinted at below the blonde curly hair. He was instantly hard and horny. He shifted his concentration to his fingers on her face. "I expected you to be beating on my chambers door when I arrived this morning. When you weren't, I thought it would only be a matter of time." I was visiting with my client this morning," I said. "I do that twice a week, Your Honor. I feel it is imperative that Mr. Huntley be kept abreast of the happenings on the case." Of course, Mr. Wallace," Judge Castille said. "I apologize for my tone. Now, I understand that you have something for the court's consideration."I glanced at Jane for a moment. Tim’s attitude to sharing his toys was well known to his family; and well, that philosophy naturally extended in adulthood to his own girlfriends and other people’s spouses, too. Again, without making any direct reference to Roger’s better half, Tim had directed Roger to refine his research, which should lead him to realise that Tim’s lifestyle, while far from exemplary in the past, had always distinctly and particularly excluded married or otherwise women attached to a relationship, from those. Quatch was setting up as Willow stood behind him, cum running down her thighs. Lillian walked in, dressed in a pleated, black skirt, short, and a black half-shirt that left her flat belly bared. Her nipples were poking hard at her shirt. Clutched in her hand was a bag of dice, a players handbook, and her character sheet. Lillian was a goth girl that used to work at Hot Topic, and I was surprised to learn, loved to play D&D."This is Lillian," I introduced, "the new player I was talking about.".