" She had a strong hand, long fingers with the nails buffed and trimmed. It was a man-to-man shake. “Any problems with dizziness? Vertigo?” “No...e.” “Come stand by me, close your eyes and raise your foot. If you feel yourself fall, reach for me.” Tim desperately wanted to put his hands on the woman. There was that independence of movement about her chest. He wondered what she would do if he reached out and accidentally landed a hand on her tit? No, he didn’t have the nerve, but he fell towards. But she was staring forward, ignoring him. So the young boy looked around the majestic courtroom at the dark wood walls and railings. Tilting his head back, he stared up at the high ceiling with massive chandeliers giving off a yellowish light. His eyes moved from one clerk to the next and then landed on the judge's big mahogany desk which sat atop a platform higher than everything else. Jimmy glanced at the woman sitting next to him from Child Welfare Services. Her smooth, brown skin. " Her voice was dull."Gee," he said. "I wonder why?" See!" she said, smiling a little. "You're willing to talk about it. Everybody else just tells me to forget it and move on, like it was just a broken fingernail or something." It's uncomfortable to talk about," said Bob. "They want to put a Band-Aid on the owie, so they can think about something less troublesome." Anyway, I just wanted you to know I trust you. You're the only man I think I can trust right now."Bob groaned. "Thanks a LOT!". Badri moved between my legs, and said, “This isn’t my first-time getting seconds from Hasan, and he has a knack for fucking married women. But you are my first American pussy, and I’ve been his cleanup man many times.”I had never heard of men eating out a just-fucked pussy, and I was amazed as he began sucking Hasan’s cum out of me. It felt so good and was so kinky being sucked that way, and the sounds of his slurping filled the room.Unlike Hasan, Badri is a darker-skinned, Tamil Indian, and I.