It’s my uniform, making me look a perv and dirty old man, as well as allowing me to get my hand through my pockets and onto my knob, essential for a...compulsive masturbator who has to rub when he sees girls show. Initially I used it to get my pleasure watching a girl at work I was obsessed with – a bosomy blonde goddess who never acknowledged my existence, even walking past Her in the corridor (and falling over my feet ogling Her lovely big tits). If only She knew how often She made me cum in my. I actually began working for the King clandestinely to familiarize myself with his needs and to demonstrate my capabilities within a month after the trial.Bess avoided me during the trial--though her presence couldn't be ignored. The only time we spoke after she stopped by my office she whispered in my ear early during the trial, "I know you want me, but stop staring." I became the high school kid again--ostracized by my best friend.Attacking Marielle on the stand--although her pathetic. I was then allowed to sit down once again and was still pleading to be allowed to have my panties back when Ken returned and sat down again.There was a few moments when I thought that having my panties for a trophy would be enough for them all, but I was wrong. Again my legs were the target as both Paul and Ollie stroked them and then started slowly to prise them apart again which I tried to resist without any success. By now I think I was resigned to the fact that I wasn’t going to be able. After a minute or so, TC leaned backwards to the back of his chair. Oh, wait. His chair had no back and he fell flat to the ground, making a stomping sound. Thump! He stood up and sat again, a bit dizzy and ready to make his verdict, even though his sad expression said it all. “She is indeed a virgin!” he admitted, unable to grasp it. “But how is this possible?” “Well, she is!” boasted Thomas and then added, “Which simply means that we’ve won. Now get your mangy butt out of my restaurant!”.