The girl sending a message is called Nicole, and she is one of my wife best friends and also a little horny Gothic. I wonder what's she's up to tonigh.... Sadly, she isn't looking for a night wit me, it's just a picture of her having a drink at a bar with another girl. Thank God it's Friday, she wrote. I send a smiley face back and continue to play some games. A little later she sends another message, about how she decided to go out on this night. I tell her to be safe and we joke about missing. He looked surprised, too. Everyone was seated and he had the D.A., who was named Mark James, come forward. Dad came forward unbidden. The D.A. looked unhappy. The judge said, “Fred, what are you doing here?”“Good morning, Your Honor. I’m here to defend the to be accused murderers. I have eye witnesses here ready to give testimony. I would appreciate being heard at the appropriate time.”James said, “Your Honor, the purpose of this hearing is to determine if enough evidence exists for. She just looked at me; she’d resigned herself to the idea that I would be picked up - and she wouldn’t be going. For her, it was a given. What she didn’t understand was that it was one of the things I loved about her. Her sisters didn’t know it, but behind closed doors, Jean and I had an ‘alternate’ relationship. We’d met online, both of us looking to fulfill certain fantasies. I wasn’t particularly hard, but I WAS in charge, and I would spank her or otherwise punish her as necessary to keep. When I knocked the door Ramya opened the door and wow. She is in a see through nightee. I can clearly see her handy tits and hard nipples. I can sense the hungriness in her eyes. Her black panty is clearly visible. It seemed that she is in a very horny state. She led me to the drawing room and asked me to spend some time with her. She sat next to me and her voice became husky. I put my arms around her shoulders and told her that my boss is the luckiest guy in the world. Then I slowly started.