She had told me so much about herself, I had to tell her about what some of my life had been like. "I guess you could say I come from a dysfunctional ...amily. My mother and father are divorced. Both have been in jail or prison. That was my father's fault, not my mother's."Cindy laid her hand on my arm. "I know, my firm represents Romaine Darcy." What has that got to do with it?" He is the drug dealer who testified against your mother." Oh, then I guess I shouldn't say anything more. I will tell. I could feel her juice running out of her pussy, and soaking my hard cock while she was taking as much of Ann’s cock in her mouth as she could. I made her cum twice, and each time she was very loud again. We took a break to switch positions, and now I was laying on my back with her lips wrapped around my cock, sliding up and down, and sucking my balls and the head of my cock, while Ann was pounding her cunt. I knew she liked the feeling of new cock in her pussy, and that turned me on even more.. “Stop!” she yelled back and put my cock back in my underwear and pulled the zipper back up my jeans.“What the hell?” I yelled in disbelief.“You need to follow me quietly” she said as she took my hand and opened the bathroom door.She thought she took me out of the bar unnoticed but apparently a few people did see us leave together.We went out the back door and climbed into her truck where she began to drive away.“Ugh, where are you taking me?” I said puzzled.“To my place” she said “And I don’t. ’ He then asked if she found the walking ‘pleasurable’. She did not say she liked it, but didn’t say she didn’t. She did explain that she had noticed in the past when working out that she would get wet. He then asked her if she remembered what he said about pleasure and pain being a balance. That to enjoy pleasure, it must be contrasted with pain. She did, but wondered where this was going. He asked if she felt her life was out of her control. Her quick response would have been no, that’s.