"Everythingyou might say is in the deposition anyway. It's possible they mightask some clarifying questions but it's unlikely. The facts are prettys...mple and aren't in dispute."That made sense to me. I'd already told Bill everything and he hadskilfully drafted my arguments in writing far better than I could saythem in words under potentially hostile questioning in the heat of theTribunal room. We took our seats.There followed nearly two hours of depositions and legal arguments,most of which. She was staring at her hands, white with the force she exerted to hold the drawer closed. She turned to Tom, still lying in bed right next to her and tried to compose herself. Normally Tom would lie there and watch her getting dressed before going to have his shower, but this morning was not normal. Perhaps no future morning will ever be again. ‘You’d better get ready Tom. Go have your shower.’ Tom looked up at his wife and smiled with a slightly quizzical look on his face before he heaved. I could see their cocks were hard again.I said, "Another way to please a girl is to lick her pussy. Tom, you try."Billy said, "I'm not going to lick her pussy."He got out of the pool and went inside. Tom was doing a good job of licking. I told him to stick his tongue inside of me. His tongue hit a particular spot, and I felt like I got shocked."Yes, that's it. Don't stop."He must have liked doing it because he kept on after I had stiffened up. I started to breathe heavily, and I pushed my. She rubs my clit through my thong with her whip and I shiver against it, a hard smack across my pussy sets it on fire and I gasp in response. She reaches up and pulls my shirt the rest of the way off my face, undoing my bra and pulling it up over my arms to rest around my wrists. She leans up and bites my nipple hard, pinching the other one with her free hand and pushing her whip against my pussy. I moan, and she tells me I’m a whore and that I don’t deserve to be fucked by her. I’m dripping.