Thickening. Beginning to pressfirmly against her jean skirt. Not only that, but her own desire wasskyrocketing. Her vision went hazy. As she looked up...at her beloved shecould only think of one thing. Bending his slutty ass over the couch andfucking him like an animal.She quickly pivoted to one side and turned her back to Jeff. She got upsmoothly, keeping her back to him and making sure he wouldn't see thebulge her raging cum-pipe had produced in her skirt."Alley, is everything OK?" Yeah," she. Cocheta locked eyes with the driver and commanded the man to stop. The car fishtailed to a stop when a spasm of pain shot down the drivers leg causing him to stomp on the brakes. "That's a lesson I won't forget Master," Cocheta muttered as he walked towards the car. He moved the pain to the man's vocal cords to stop his screaming. People made so much noise when they were in pain.Cocheta was Navajo and liked the quiet and solitude of the mountains. His Master was a white man, or more accurately,. ." Let's do this in chambers," Manning cut in before the jurors heard enough to order a mistrial.Allyson clamped her mouth shut before another syllable escaped. Two minutes later, all the participants were seated in Judge Manning's chambers."Your Honor," Quinn began."Just a minute, Mr. Quinn," Manning said. He gestured toward Jonah Attenborough."Your Honor, it is our right to question the credentials of any witness that the defense wishes to classify as an expert," Jonah said. "I'm not certain. Add to that the scent of arousal that was still present in the room...Maggie did the only thing she could at the time. She excused herself, went to the payphones, and called her mom. The conversation was brief, but she noted with happiness that her mother seemed more confident, and Elaine was bubbly.She returned to her room again, this time noticing with shock that Mallory had changed into merely a t-shirt and thin cotton panties. Her pulse quickened again, and she turned to leave."Hey Maggie.".