They couldn’t even get the band’s name right. And if you think I’m gonna get ‘butt naked’ for a crowd of grungy pervs… It’s fucking insa...e! Let’s just cut our losses and call it a day here and now.’ ‘I dunno, Pebbles,’ cautioned Judy. ‘Come on, Crystal. What’s the gig worth? How fucked are we if we don’t do it?’ ‘Our funds aren’t in the best state,’ Crystal admitted. ‘Fuck, Crystal,’ I exclaimed. ‘Are you serious? We made a mess of things in Detroit and look at the shit that got thrown at us. Demanding that the name and title of Captain Ernest Sheridan be used. Again, the appeals court has bowed to these outrageous demands. And so, after months of legal maneuvering and haggling, what has been called the trial of the century begins.”The scene changed from the famous FN logo, to the interior of the supreme Fleet Court room.The piercing sound of the yeoman’s whistle broke the silence of the conference room.“SILENCE IN THE COURT ROOM. ALL THOSE IN ATTENDANCE ARE CALLED TO ORDER. ALL. I watched my pussy, as I always do, spray hot cum into the air between my spread legs. Then another eruption and I closed my eyes as I stifled what I knew would otherwise be a loud, ear-piercing scream of fulfillment.I finally collapsed back against the chair, my legs trembling greatly with the most awesome orgasm of my life. My chest heaved with harsh gasps and an overpowering buzz filled my ears while I sat unmoving. I lost track of time and don't recall how long I sat in the chair, with my. I then led him to his living room, where there is a large ottoman, which I pushed him down on. WIth him on his back, I walked around the ottoman, and standing above his head, slowly rubbed my cock on his lips, until they opened, and took me in. My Cock? Roughly the girth and length of a standard longneck beer bottle... Not the thickness of the neck, but the lower bottle.His hand came up and started stroking my shaft. I could tell he had done some oral before, so I let him explore. I ran my.