." she said. "Are, are you sure? We never really talked..." Of course, you're my girlfriend, and it's so hot to see you covered in cum. You are a slut...just like me, aren't you?"Her hips writhed against my finger, trying to push me deeper and deeper inside her."Oh, God, yes... I'm your little slut, Miss Reese..." And what do sluts have to do?" I asked."They... they... need..." The words came out in every breath, barely forming. "Ask... beg... to... cum..." And are you ready to beg?" I. She’s not going to let that escape. Aya can’t shake the smile as she succumbs to dreamy, sultry thoughts. Within seconds, she feels warm, not from the heat of the city, but from a swell within. Her hand slips from below her chin and drifts down her night shirt. It slides beneath the hem and finds the thin, damp material of her panties covering her tender mound. She caresses herself with the tips of two fingers, defining a line along the silk. Shifting the popsicle stick to the other side of her. As I turned to leave the courtroom, I saw Harrington sitting on the last row near the door. He watched me walking down the aisle making sure that I knew that he was watching me. About two rows before I reached his seat he stood up. By the time I reached his row of seats he was standing in the aisle. He walked ahead holding the door for me as I left. ‘Thank you.’ ‘You are welcome. I heard you talking to the judge are you an attorney?’ ‘No. Guardian Ad Litem is a citizen volunteer who watches. “God, yes, wank it,” Mrs Spencer breathed. She focussed her attention on my hand, expression rapt. “Go on, Sammy,” she urged. “Harder. Go on, show me.”Despite the anxiety and embarrassment, I began to get into the action. It felt good to stroke my length and, after a minute of caressing my shaft, I started to work harder at it.“Yes,” Mrs Spencer breathed, eyes flashing fire when she grinned at me. “That’s it. Feels good, doesn’t it, Sammy?”I nodded. “Yes,” I managed to gurgle.“It’s making me.