" Sanders replied.When the door was closed, he continued, "The only thing you had to prove your allegation of adultery was the video evidence. It's ta...nted now; without it you have nothing. We both know it contradicts Gloria's testimony." BUT..." Lilly began.Sanders cut her off, "No buts. If you don't settle now and we go back into court, you're looking at both perjury and evidence tampering charges. Before you try to argue with me, think about this: the judge, whom you've seemed to have pissed. He let out a soft moan, staying in her for a while to enjoy the warm sensation that surrounded him tightly. He slowly began to move in and out of her. Every time he pulled himself to the tip, she'd let out a long moan. He watched her as he began to pick up the pace. “Oh Drake!” she called out. “Tsk tsk young lady. You must call me by my last name,” he teased with a smirk as he began circling her clit. She let out a deep moan. “Your last name is too long,” she giggled, “sir.” He grinned at her. The September air in Chicago was muggy and something she wasn’t prepared for. After driving for seventeen hours and only stopping for coffee and a washroom, she looked like a mess. Her tranquil eyes took in the buildings that lined the winding streets in Wicker Park, as she made her way toward the steps of the apartment complex. Making changes came easily to her and when several pieces of her abstract artwork had been sold to several galleries curators, she was able to break out of Seattle and. We passed the down ramp and then the up ramp. We crossed the wide open space between the ramps and the car. Nothing bad happened. No other cars drove up onto that level, a guard didn’t come running, and a gang of frat boys didn’t find us, knock Matthew out, and fuck me blind. But I enjoyed the fear of thinking about it. The thrill of being caught, exposed. I could feel my thighs getting slick wet from my pussy.“This is much better than a bad scary movie,” I said. He laughed. I smiled. The car.