I planned to be the first one there, however The Judge won that honor. “Been here long?” I asked him?“Just got here,” he replied avoiding my e...es. The Judge was wearing his sailing outfit. It was his blue blazer and white ascot. I would have laughed any other time, but it seemed to be right outfit for the silly ass bullshit interview. Next came Alison, she was still ten minutes early for the interview’s scheduled time. Finally the TV crew arrived with Louise in tow. So much for the mystery of. James couldn't think of a quick reply to that and instead remained silent."How did you know I was here? Who else knows? Who else is out there? Who are you working with?"Markow's years of experience as a police officer kicked in and he started using tried and tested interrogation techniques — firing questions so quickly at James that he didn't have time to think up convincing lies. He asked the same questions in slightly different ways and picked holes in James' replies, seizing on every mistake. ."I suddenly thought, I had to get myself a drink, and get settled, sitting down, before we really could talk. "I see you've got yourself a glass of wine, do you want anything else?" No thank you." she said in a small voice, slightly rasping. Odd, I thought. Then I realised that her throat was dry and rough from too much crying. Good."Well, I'll get myself something." I left her and went to the bar.I returned with a glass of red wine and sat down opposite her. She looked at me expectantly. I. Finally he let me up as I had his cum running out of my mouth and down my chin. He joked that that was how he liked his women to look. I was not amused and asked him if that was good enough. He giggled a weird giggle and told me it was time for him to taste me now. He laid me back on the lawn chair and spread my legs. When he climbed on top of me I was sure he was going to try to slip his cock into my pussy, the same pussy that was betraying me by getting wet. He did not fuck me, yet. I did not.