My helmet was placed just over my crotch, hiding the bulge in my jeans, and she slid her hand on to my crotch through the face-opening of my helmet.�...Horny ... but a smart bitch, “ I thought to myself on her ingenuity.With her palm resting on my lump, she began to press it through my jeans; and tried to squeeze it through my jeans. I responded by rubbing my finger tips harder against her slit, which I could feel through her thin cotton panties, and was rewarded by the feel of her panties. “You like the idea of being my sex slave?” Jordan arched his eyebrow. Melissa only nodded sheepishly, watching her hand swirl around her crotch. Her cheeks were bright red. “Hmmm.” Jordan seemed to be pondering that. “Do you do these things to your mom?” she wondered. “Only when jacking off isn’t enough. You know once I had an erection for a whole hour?” Melissa crossed her legs, trapping her hand in between them. “Could you stop it?” she asked a little bit crossly. She felt control of her hand. How do I know this? Because MY lawyer was required to read it out loud to YOU in a face-to-face meeting with you when YOUR lawyer was present. After what Nesta tried to pull a few years ago, I can never be too careful.“Are you going to tell me that you don’t remember? Because that portion of the meeting was recorded on video, with your foreknowledge and signed, notarized consent before we started the meeting. Additionally, a copy of the recording, verified by legal witnesses, including an. There were several other girls and women sitting in the waiting room, ranging from Japanese to Caucasian.After a short while she was invited by a Japanese woman into one of the rooms down the hallway, she saw a hallway on her right with a thick black curtain and some paintings on the wall she could not make out what they were.Once inside the room, Betty was greeted by a Japanese woman and some Japanese men, in the back of the room there was a table about no more but a mere few inches above the.