I hadn't forgotten my dare but I wasn't going to rush it. Pete slid down my straps and began really fondling and kissing my boobs. Out if the corner o... my eye I could see a bloke watching but that just made it sexier. Rather than just being passive I started to gently rub Pete's cock thru his jeans. He pushed against my hand, moving back and forth. His hands moved down and I felt one between my legs, slowly moving upward. At this point I suppose I should have completed my bites mission but I. Like most concerned parents, Daphne had worried about him a great deal, and also explored every sort of intervention she could think of.The problem wasn’t money -- Kyle was generous, and she explained it to her husband as a wealthy relative who wanted to remain anonymous -- which was basically true. Peter could get by comfortably without working a day of his life. But Daphne hadn’t told him that. The world is full of people with trust funds who are nonetheless totally lost and miserable.Of. Also, it was a Friday; I didn't think that the judge would want the town to have to dish out the dough to pay for an extra john to run the jail. Boy, was I wrong.The deputy led me in. When asked if I was guilty or not I said, "I plead guilty, with special circumstances." That got the judges attention and he asked me to explain. I told him the story of Richard Marks up to that point. When I told him about the fire, he had me show him my wrists. I thought that the judge believed my story, it was. ” I started walking away confused. How in the world? He grabbed my arm. “Wait Jane, please. I thought….” I stopped, turning back to him. “I thought that you were better than that,” he said, annoyed. “What do you mean ‘better than that’? Better than being your whore?” I responded angrily, trying to keep my voice down since we were on a public street. “No, I mean, we just talked about this. How sex isn’t dirty or wrong. How women should be able to sleep with anyone they want without people.