She looked into my eyes, "Baby I need you to fuck my pussy" she said in a pleading voice "Get on the bed and show me it." I let her go fro... my arms and she laid back on the bed on her back. Legs spread she reach down and ran a finger up and down her shaved slit, rubbing her clit and slowly fingering her hole letting me see all that I had been missing. I watched with anticipation not wanting to rush this moment I had been waiting so long for. She took her finger out of her. "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury," he began, his rich voice easily understood even by the reporters in the farthest reaches of the courtroom. "At the beginning of this case the esteemed prosecutor stood in front of you and told you this case wasn't about justice. That is about the only portion of his opening argument I agree with. It's not about justice. If there were any justice in the world, my client would be home with his family and not sitting here on trial for his life." This case is. Well, despite my fantasies, and maybe hers as well, nothing sexual happened between us that night. I really wanted to see her again so after a tender embrace and kiss goodnight at her door asked if she would like to join me the next weekend at one of my favorite resorts. She accepted the invitation and so as not to make her uncomfortable, said that I would book a room for each of us. Naturally I was hoping this might change once we arrived and the sexual tension we both seemed to be feeling. ” I guess the restaurant doctor doesn’t send bills.Ms. J swallowed the last of the cappuccino and licked the foam from her upper lip. I’m sure she has to shave it, the one part of her body she couldn’t keep natural and covered.“My writing is my life and my way to stay away from them. I can’t let your …” she struggled for a word, then went with the vernacular. “your fuckup fuck me up!”She continued instructing, “I don’t want people thinking I have anything to do with you. Don’t be seen coming up.