Emilia's attire would vary each day depending on whether it was one of my hearings that she sat in. If she was typing up for a different judge, she'd ...ear formal, smart clothes with closed pumps. But if she was working with me, those dresses and revealing shoes would come out again, and I'd spend most of the day ogling her perfect feet.We grew somewhat closer over the next few weeks, only in a friendly capacity. It was all polite, but mundane talk. She'd tell me how her weekend went or what she. Your head rocks back as you moan out loud, perhaps a bit louder than is safe. You twist your head to the side and bite my thigh trying to stay quiet…I move my fingers in and out of you faster and harder,..my tongue now a blur against your clit as I try and make you scream in your office. You bite harder, sucking, marking my thighs with hickeys as you struggle to control your volume but not wanting to stop me either. You fight to keep your orgasm away for as long as possible knowing you will. “Hang on,” I said and then turned to Brook. “Want to meet my niece and nephews?”“Sure.”“See you in fifteen minutes,” I said to Angie.I saw Mac and Kyle looking out the window as we pulled up. They were worse than Duke. When Brook and I reached the door, I could hear the chaos on the other side of the door. When it opened, I pushed Brook in front of me. Both Mac and Kyle took a step back and looked up at her, not sure who she was.“Tell her what your names are,” I told them.“Hi, I’m Brook,” she. Even though she was unable to physically cry on his shoulder many times, the tears came through the phone as he willingly listened. Ironically, for a long time over the last few years it seemed like she was in more need of support from her life given the divorce then he needed from his disability. He took his accident and disability in stride.He never let it affect him and he moved on and never looked back. He succeeded with his undergraduate, and his career, and now he has returned back to.