"I smiled" He's pretty pissed with me, but wait until he sees what I've got to show him."Cathy gulped as she began to get up from the chair. "You dirt... bastard you know I can't let him see those pictures," She hissed as I took the signal she would agree to my deal." Good girl, lets get on with it then." I said suddenly gripping the neck of her T-shirt with both hands ripping it open her fantastic hard tits springing out. "Uh, what the fuck!" I pushed her commandingly to the floor, her domes. "Philip Wells and Anne Conroy dined together at about two that afternoon and during the meal, he raised the question of marriage, suggesting that they should do it pretty soon, he thought. "You mean us, you and me, Mr. Wells, married? Really?" Anne asked, cocking an eyebrow and trying to look serious, feeling her heart beat faster, hands clasped under her chin, cocking a well-practiced eyebrow."Of course. Yes. Who else? Of course. My God, Anne! I'll be admitted to the bar in a year or so, maybe. I got a little concern because Ididn't see the first one leave. Ten minutes later here-appeared."Come with me," was all he said in a neutral tone. The otherofficers followed me in as if they were needed - which I couldn'tunderstand since I had agreed to come here in the first place.The cop with the bushy mustache stood me in front of the Judgewho was busy reading some papers in front of her. I took a guessthat it had to do with me. She was an older lady, maybe in herlate 40's or early 50's.. Her breasts, however, were fully exposed. Though not as big as Layla's, they had a beauty all their own. Where Layla's areolas were pale and large, Tiffany's were dark and only slightly bigger than her nipples, which were presently at attention. The good Father was glad that he was sitting down, as his dick was rising underneath his garment. "Put your hands at your sides," he ordered. His dick jolted upright as Tiffany revealed her young pussy. A well-manicured dark triangle pointed down to.