Of course, the entire trial had been a revolving door of pussy for me right from day one.I had started things off with a bang (pun intended) with my f...llow juror Gloria. She was a well-used still attractive female with a great ass and a submissive attitude that filled me with lots of motivation. I had more than one pair of her dirty undies in my desk drawer in the court arranged hotel. We had stopped using the condoms the first week much to my contained sense of joy of freely experiencing the. She barely ate any dinner. She asked if I thought she should greet them at the door in the nude, realized she couldn’t strip if she was already nude, and finally decided she wanted me to greet them at the door and get them settled in with a beer before she made her grand appearance.When I think back on it, the whole scene was ridiculous. Here I was shaking hands and welcoming five guys who were coming here to watch my wife put on a strip show and then fuck her in our bed.But that is how it. Praise God, she had not woken up a minute earlier.Disgruntled, but too tired to stay awake, Mia rolled over onto her left side and snuggled up to me. What I wanted was to lie down beside her and envelop her small body in my protective arms, to whisper into her hair reassurances I didn't believe in, shelter her from any danger this world--or this house--might present her. But knowing what sat on its haunches in my room twelve feet away, knowing that any moment that animal could decide to come. It was alovely face, a lived-in face with a peaches and cream type complexionwith dark hair, a nice contrast. She was younger than me, I’m 51, andI’d guess she was in her forties. She was a bit taller too, but not toomuch more than my five foot eight, and seemed well built. I was, Ithought, circumspect in my inspection as the church location seemed toeschew lewd thoughts.When I shivered again, a look of concern crossed her face, and sheinsisted I come in to dry off. She told me to just leave my.