“Me and the other wives had snuck up behind the riders and when the one man was looking like he was gonna shoot my husband, the three of us each sho... one of the men.”I continued the story, “Then one of my brothers shot the leader’s horse with a shot gun and my other brother shot and killed the fourth rider. The shot horse keeled over and trapped the leader. We got him loose, and when he told us again that they planned to kill everyone but my brother’s wife, Raylene, the women got kinda. But the sort of angry clients that needed public defenders tended to be open about it. Shouts, threats to the police. Amy had even dealt with clients who directed their anger at her. But Sophie’s anger seemed more a slow burn. Amy stopped for a moment in the doorway, trying to see Sophie as the police had. She was certainly attractive, even features accentuated by striking cheekbones and dark-brown hair that was almost black cut short and curling forward under the ears. Sophie looked about. What I said now would change the direction of not only thenext 48 hours but also potentially cure my writers block and could wellchange me forever. I wasn't sure how long the silence between us lastedbut finally I was the one who broke it."Ok come on in," I said.I stepped to one side and let them into my house. "Thanks Miss, I'm Gavinand this is Mike and Carl," the older man said. Carl nodded, stilllooking nervous. I saw now that Mike had a black gym bag and Carl wascarrying a metal toolbox.I. It didn't take much work on her part.Just as I was getting hard I was jolted back to reality, "Ma'am?" saidthe voice of a strange man."Just a few more seconds, I just found my purse," she shouted upstairsas she continued to massage my cock through my silky white panties. Shestepped over to the mantle and grabbed my wallet before straddling thebench. She shimmied up so my head was nestled right in the crotch of herpants. I could barely do much more than lift my head tied up as I was."How much.