We sat at a picnic table and had a pleasant conversation about our hobbies, goals, and generally getting to know each other. You leaned towards me and...before I knew what was happening your hand was on the back of my head and you were kissing me. You’re actually a really good kisser. You picked me up and sat me on the table, opened my legs and pushed my bikini bottoms aside and slid a finger inside me. We were kissing deeply as your finger pumped in and out of me. You stopped for a brief moment. .Frank's cock, big and fat..."Uhhh, uhhhhh...uhhhhhhh, yesssssssss...Oh Fuck!" Sue slid down and felt her whole body go limp. "Shit, that was nice, but not great like being pounded by a young stud urgently driving into me with one goal, to empty his balls into my tight pussy." She thought. Realizing the water was cooling off, she reluctantly pulled herself out of the tub and dried off.She tightened the belt on her robe and went out to the kitchen to get some water and as she passed the stairs. " A deep voice growled near my ear. "There ain't nothin' you can do about it. Now you can either take it the hard way or the easy way. It's up to you. Fight us, and it'll hurt, guaranteed. Relax, and we'll go easy on you at first, and it might not be so bad. It's your call."Well shit. What was that old saying; 'If rape is inevitable, relax and enjoy it'? Christ, I didn't want to be raped! I'm strictly hetero, and I certainly didn't want to be raped in the ass, but I certainly didn't have much. Until now I’ve stayed with Hugo in the spectator pews in the times we’ve been in court, but today Irving tells me to sit at counsel’s table with him. I’m pleasantly surprised, Irving doesn’t often have associates as co-counsel.Things move quickly. The purpose of pre-trial is simply to verify that there’s enough evidence for an indictment, and the defense doesn’t usually put up much of a fight; the idea is to save the big guns, assuming you have any, for the real trial when it matters.First the.