“Happy birthday, sexy,” he smiled.“Thanks, daddy,” cooed Brooke. “How are you?”“Much better now!”“I’m getting off early so I can p...ck you up today too.”“Oh wow! I’m excited.”“Me too! Take my cock out!”Brooke fumbled with Breaker’s toffee colored belt. She unbuckled it and then his true blue Bonobos dress pants. She pulled his 8-inch rod through slit in his boxers. She kissed the pinkish head went down on him.“Oh, baby gurl! That shit feels amazing,” Breaker announced. “Suck daddy’s big White. By this time I wasn’t bothered about being seen in my mac. It wasn’t a posh place, and mainly full of blokes, though on the odd occasion when a girl came in with a bloke or blokes, I loved being seen by Her as I ogled the skimpy-dressed barmaids like a real perv (which is what I am).I was often one of a group of 3 or 4 pervs standing at the corner of the bar where you could see the barmaids all the time. Over my mac-wanking career I’d occasionally seen other pervs, even back in the go-go pub. I was called to the stand about nine-thirty. The courtroom was not packed. You think about the trials you see in the movies or on TV and the place is packed. I could see about ten people of all ages directly behind the defendants. I figured them for the family. I bet there weren't ten other people in the seating area and of those, at least five were probably reporters.I was sworn in and asked to take a seat. The DA asked for me to describe in detail what happened that day in the plaza. I did. “Shall we move to where the rest of your family await you, in the warmth of the drawing room?”He held out his open leather-gloved hand, indicating along the hall towards the innards of the house. It was not a request.The jeweller led the way to the drawing room, lit by a couple of dim lamps plus the warm flicker of a fire, keeping at bay the autumn chill outside. In the room, Frau Schmidt stood with her back to the fire, her arms wrapped around her youngest daughter, of middle school age. Both.