When Colonel Robert Ott, USMC (ret), Esq. DJS (Doctor of Juridical Studies) slammed open the door and marched into the office.This act startled the al...habet 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 old goat fucker,”“Of course. Or anyone.”“I have. Both.”“Oh. Okay.” And then, very softly. “I’m kind of… both, Ronnie.”I managed to keep my eyebrows level and just nodded. Not something you could really tell, but I’d wondered a little. Again, just intuition.“Must be hard.” I cracked a smile, chuckling a little. “Didn’t mean it like that.”Erica giggled softly, nodding. “Didn’t think so. And yeah, it is hard. Didn’t mean it like that, either.”“You out? I mean, at home?”She met my question with a shrug. “My mom. Sort of. My. " She handedme what looked like a handful of pills and a glass of white wine. I feltmore like a Russian boiler maker, but couldn't say so. The wine and thepills would have to do.I heard voices from the living room down the hall, but couldn't make itall out. There was something about a family in a car accident and papersand cover stories and such. I sat and sipped, fussing to make sure mycrossed legs were covered. Anon, momma came in with a woman who sat downacross from me and opened a. He worked her quickly now, no more slow grinds, but now hot and hard sex as her body took all of his size. He felt a hard tremor, as she orgasmed for the first time, her body shivering as she hugged the pillow even tighter. Her lily white ass now pink from his hand prints, pink on the bottom of the cheeks from slapping against his hard hips. His cock swollen and pushing into her tiny white pussy, looking like it shouldn’t fit but over and over he felt the pressure of her body squeeze his cock.