The judge asked her about it. She explained that she is the bartender and was cleaning up an overturned trash can with the help of a customer. The jud...e told the arresting officer, "I see nothing improper here. If anything, she's over-dressed." The accused took off the uniform jacket the officer had covered her with and went back to work.Court Rules... Virtual Clothing in Public No OffenseCHICAGO, October 4, (AP) — A municipal court here has ruled that the wearing of virtual clothing in public. I whisper in your ear, “Grope of the day.” You shrug and tell me to stop. Continuing to massage your breasts I nuzzle your neck. Squealing you tell me to stop as my beard tickles you. “Let’s go upstairs,” I whisper in your ear, and continuing to kiss your neck. “I can’t,” you say, “I have to get these dishes finished.” Still nuzzling your neck my hands travel down your body to your hips and pull you back to me. Giggling you finally give in. Leading you by the hand we head up to our shared bed. She was even having sex with him. As it turned out, that crazy ‘one time’ thing in his basement that afternoon hadn’t been so ‘one time’ after all. He’d fucked her again a few times, including earlier that week. Rachel swallowed as the memory snaked a confusing jolt between her legs. It had actually been one of the rare occasions that his house hadn’t been unoccupied. He had texted her towards the end of the school day to see if she wanted to come over right afterwards. Rachel had been having. I couldn't get my fingers around it! I moved my head and glanced down and damned if it didn't look like ten inches. I sat there with a drink in my right hand and a dick in my left and wondered how I was going to get out of the situation without creating a scene. Then to add to my problems Sam put his left hand on my right leg and started inching it upwards. While Sam's hand crept up Phil was moving my hand up and down on his rigid pole. What I needed was to get out of the booth, but I couldn't.