He then asks her who the person is she’d least like to sleep with in the world. The answer is Mr Hobbs, her best friend's father who she’s known s...nce she was a girl. Although not harmful, he was fat, old, not attractive, unstylish and used to eye rape her in an unsubtle way. He registers her level of disgust on the computer and smiles.He gives her an open command to see how the ego will interpret it. “You will find a reason to visit Mr Hobbs this weekend and 1) Find an acceptable reason to. This time when we stopped the noise from the gate indicated it was much more substantial and I guessed we had arrived at a prison. A second gate told me we were somewhere secure. My stretcher was unloaded from the truck and was pulled inside where more voices spoke. Someone then told me that a judge was on his way and I would be in court in 2 hours. He told me he was my defence and that I should not go into court with a hard cock. Still gagged I could not tell him this was a mistake or about. It was just that during the week, he was spending the time we used to with the girlfriend. He told me that it more than made up for it. I was a teenager once. I fully understood that.When Friday came around I was quite happy. Work was quiet the last few days but it was still hard to keep up with homework during my breaks and quiet times. Friday is the one-day that I don't need to worry about homework. I have all weekend to worry about that.When I arrived home Melanie met me at the door with a. The situation reminded of the days before her wedding, her time in Sydney as a young professional lawyer, meant parties, drinking and lots of fucking young bucks in cheap hotel rooms just like this one. In those days she had a routine which always worked, always made her cum and always made her feel like a slut, which she loved .Although not a young buck the man standing in front of her had the same lustful look and she had a lust to get fucked. Pushing him back against the wall she knelt in.