’ I replied lifting my arm stumps toward him. Brett grabbed some tissue, wiped my pussy and slipped my thong back on, he then lifted me up and carri...d to one of the sofa’s in the changing room. He grabbed a bottle of water and held it for me to drink from. When I’d finished he sat next to me. He reached into one of the nearby drawers and pulled out a bottle of massage oil. ‘Conveniently placed!’ I said sarcastically.‘Isn’t it just.’ He replied with a smile. He then squirted some oil onto both. I didn't know what to say. But I was really horny and didn't care. I tried to put some spark into the conversation by asking him if he was horny. He said yes and wanted to fuck somebody really bad. He said that he was going to come and pick me up. I agreed and put on some clothes making sure I didn't have any draws on. Five minutes later I saw a greyish kinda white care appear outside. I was him! Damn was he cute. He had a mustach and blond hair. The first thing. "Bailey smiled. "No more questions, you honor," he said.Round one, Bailey thought. It was a draw.* *The next person to take the stand was Julie Chadwick, a 40-year oldwoman who was also a psychiatrist. She was there as a defense witness."Good afternoon, Miss Chadwick," Robinson began. "Could you tell us alittle bit about the lifestyle that Mary Anne and Angela are living?" Certainly," she said. "It's a fetish, a dominant-submissiverelationship. He views her as perfection. She views him as a. I know you thought I'd do that first, but you were so perfect I had to be inside you. I couldn't wait." It was a shock, but so right. In the middle of an orgasm like that ... my love ..." I was unable to continue as his hot lips, and tongue descended on me, licking and sucking in a way I knew so well and craved so often. Somehow his hands were everywhere, stroking my breasts, plunging one, then two, and sometimes three fingers into me as he feasted, and I came for him, again.Returning to me, he.