Some of her clients had been guilty, she’d known it, but it was her job to make sure she got them off. The stress of dealing with the underbelly of ...ife had taken its toll on Brenna. But, now she was home. Now she could start again. Make things right. Her mother had died three years before on Valentines’ Day, but Brenna had been in the middle of a huge murder trial and hadn’t come home for the burial. She’d sent a cheque for the upkeep of the house every month to Daniel Killian, their closest. With him never speakinga word Melise recognized the signs why he might have developed a fetish.The mind was complex. Capable of many things. If hindered or blocked itwill find a way to free itself. Him being grown up with rules andregulations to make him into a perfect heir his mind was plenty ofopportunities robbed.A fetish like the one she was chasing now down was for all purposes a wayto break the mold. To have something for only himself. And now Melisewould rob him of it. To alter him and. It was warm and wet and a feeling that I had never felt before.My cock was as hard as it was in the morning. Except there was one difference. Erica was stroking it faster and faster, and I was fingering her more vigorously, and her other hand was on top on my hand, and we came at the same time as I shot my first load in front of a girl that night.As we collapsed on the grass, Erica smiled and said, "I guess you're growing up fast."That summer was a great experience with lots of time to get. She looked somewhat slutty, so completely out of character for her. Her customer probably had made that request, and the customer is always right. The door to room twelve was unlocked when Jessica arrived and I found out later that George had a long tem contract for that room.Her customer arrived not long after. Then, at 3:oo George arrived but stayed in his car.I had seen enough and went back to work undetected. It was time to cut the Gordian knot, and tonight would be the time I decided. And.