My ladies were getting screwed, why shouldn’t I? Su Lin would be a hell of an improvement over my right fist. ‘OK,’ I said, ‘I’ll be right b...ck.’ I went out to the desk and checked in. Then I went back to the bar and told Su Lin the room number. She nodded. ‘OK, honey, I’ll be right up. I want to tell Bob where I’ll be in case another regular wants me.’ It was obvious that she still didn’t trust me. The part about letting Bob the bellman know where she would be true, but it was for her. The rift closed behind them with a satisfying clunk. Jason saw a second set of massive reinforced metal doors that slid on railings below. There was a loud satisfying deep boom as the metal doors shut. They landed beside the shuttle in a cavernous hanger surrounded by tens of thousands of fighters and gunships stored on racks one above the other. A transport, floating a yard above the ground came towards them at breakneck speed. Driving the transport was a monstrous creature with legs like tree. I told her that I don’t think she will need these for the rest of the weekend. We headed to the car. Once we sat down we started necking like teenagers, are hands all over each other. We finally tasted what we had been lusting after for too long. Her hands sliding down to my crotch, she grasped my shaft through my pants. Her eyes bulged, I think she thought I was exaggerating. Looking pleased she released my cock from its confines and started to stroke it, up and down. At this point I. This is nothing more than a defense ploy to delay the trial or to cast doubt on the witness' testimony. He's pulled this crap over every single thing and I'm sick of it."Manning let out a deep sigh. He believed he had done everything in his power to ensure the defense got a fair trial. Wyatt Quinn was asking for something beyond the pale."She's correct, Mr. Quinn," Manning said after a moment of reflection. "You can't ask the prosecutors to do your job for you. I happen to know that Mr..