.. Is anything the matter?”Mrs. Carling held the envelope and the receipt form.“Mr. Washington over there is an attorney. He claims that these pap...rs concern you personally.”Jerome distinctly heard the whispered question, “Ambulance chaser?”, to which Mrs. Carling judiciously shook her head. Shrugging, Westwood signed the receipt and ripped open the envelope. Jerome could see his eyes going wide but then he started to read. After reading through all seven pages he looked up at Jerome.“Mr.. Vincent immediately turned his head. “What the fuck are you looking at you fucking pervert?!” Vincent shouted as he started to get up. I felt my nerves settle as some level of excitement passed over me. I placed my hand on Vincent’s shoulder and pushed him back against the seat. I slowly began to ride his cock again. I made eye contact with the man in the door way. “Are you fucking serious?” Vincent asked startled. “He wants to see a show and I want to get off. Fuck it, let him watch,” I. For you I will try my Naci." I told her as I began a struggle to even get the door to move. Damn but this was difficult.Finally after what seemed to be days, I managed to get the door to the brink. I was so tired I was sure I'd not make it. That's when I felt Naci also helping me to push on the door. It was then I noticed that her power was much higher than I remember it being, before I thought I had lost her."I am here Toman; I told you I wouldn't leave you. I was more than serious when I said. The thought still makes me instantly wet to this day. I have never been a shy girl, and have always enjoyed pushing my limits and trying new things, even when I was younger and more constrained by age. When I was freshly 17, I used to live on a family friendly street with backyards that brushed up against each other and windows that could be peered into with the right angle and lighting. I liked to masturbate with my windows open, getting excited at the thought that one of the neighbours might.