I followed her inside, still dripping wet, and she pushed the door to behind me. She walked to the othe side of the room looking stunning in a small y...llow bikini for her deliciously ample frame. Turning to face me and in a very forward manner said ''I,ve got to see it for myself .. that is ... unless you don't want to of course'' indicating to my shorts. My face broke slowly into a smile as the penny dropped. I felt the rush of blood through my corpus cavernosum engorging my penis .. my fat. "I would like you to meet Dr. Robert Jackson from Philadelphia and his young assistant Mr. Frank Parker, "said the judge. He poured both men a glass of brandy and all sat down around the table. "So," said the judge, "Tomorrow we shall have a good hanging. I expect everyone to attend. It's a rare thing seeing someone so young strangle at the end of the rope." "That girl is very young, and maybe doesn't deserve such a terrible fate," offered Dr. Jackson. "I understand that she killed a white girl. Finally he turned his attention and gently pushed her right leg apart and sensing his approach she moved her left leg and he lowered his hand touching between her legs tracing his finger over the outline of her pussy. At first it seemed dry but as he worked his finger along the entrance he could feel the wetness and warmth and she rose slightly on his touch letting out a low moan . He continued to play with her and now she pushed herself onto him forcing his fingers to enter her, she was. Why is he so fucking fine? I can’t help but giggle. He leans down and kisses me. The same kind of kiss from last night. “Wow. That’s some kiss ZA.” “What do you mean?” “It’s pretty passionate. And tender at the same time.” He sighs and sits down, looking nervous. “When you were sleeping, I woke up and just looked at you. That’s when it really hit me that you’re slumming it with me Chrissy. I don’t know to deal with that.” “ZA, don’t,” I start to say, but he cuts me off. “Let me finish.” I nod,.