My leaving chambers for the last time wasn't the joyous occasion it should have been. My colleagues thought that Chrissie was the reasons for my decis...on and request for no party. Instead, I went around my colleagues and took my farewell of each of them. I got handshakes from most against tradition, but it could be argued that I was no longer a barrister so handshakes were permissible. Better than a handshake was the kisses I received from some of our lady barristers and clerks. That was one. She slipped a finger inside her, pushing it deeper and deeper, wanting it deeper still but unable to because of her clothes. She slid her other hand under her first, and extended her fingers, gently pushing through her hair, her fingers eager to reach her clit, further until they brushed against her sensitive button, this time she made sure not to let out a moan, she rubbed her finger around it in tight circles as she pushed a finger as deep as she could into her dripping hole. She brushed a. The closer I got, the louder Jack's moans became, and the more I could hear the delicious slurping sounds of cock sucking I couldn't wait to see my little girl slobbering all over her daddy's horny dick. She moaned hungrily, as if she'd been waiting all weekend to return home for that cock.With the door cracked open, I peeked inside to see my husband and daughter in a 69 position on the bed, she on top of him. Her plump little ass was facing me, showing me her tight neglected asshole. My. He’s no use to me.’ ‘But why not? That makes no sense!’ ‘Oh Nicki. I hate spelling things out.’ And she took a sip of tea. I dropped down into the other armchair deep in thought. Mary just sipped her tea and looked over at me occasionally. What could she mean? Was it because Nigel had disobeyed Mary’s command that she had no further use for him? Was it because it seems that Nigel fancies me, that she doesn’t want him any more? And anyway, what did it mean to have Nigel. I assumed he lived with.