He slowly backs off and looks deep into my eyes. I feel I am drowning in his gaze.“Thank you. You are a great kisser,” he says. “Ready for more ...ests?”I blush and nod my agreement. He then moves down and sits on a stool between my parted thighs. My clit is poking out of its hood. I feel his finger rub it and a wave of pleasure washes through my body. He pulls and tugs at it sending my hips bucking at his every move. He then examines my labia by massaging those sensitive lips between his. Enormous estates, homes all over the world, yachts, private aircraft ... money money money! More every minute.David Austin was a piker ... David Anderson walked in higher realms.The State sent a Forensics Expert. He had a warrant. My attorneys made calls from the hospital phone, checked his identification and called the state crime lab ... they did not use the number on the Expert's calling card. He was legitimate.He took our fingerprints ... there was some possibility that Grace might have. She was so soft and smooth and sexy. I took my hand and gently stroked her right leg. There was no resistance and as I moved up, she parted her legs. I discovered she was not wearing panties and she was dripping wet.She leaned back on the desk and spread wider giving me better access. I put one finger in and used my thumb to rub her clit. She took my other hand and put my fingers in her mouth, sucking and nibbling. As I rubbed her clit harder her moans became more intense and louder and she. She felt warm stickiness on her face and realized he had masturbated on her. She giggled. That meant she still turned him on. That meant he would probably let her sniff his farts. ‘Am I your girlfriend again?’ she asked dreamily. His laughter was a short, contemptuous bark. ‘Amanda, I’m amazing,’ he said. ‘You said it yourself. Do you think I’m going to have a fart-sniffer for a girlfriend?’ Oh God. He was right, and she was suddenly scared that Mark would never share his farts with her again,.