I pictured what I wanted to do to myself as I removed the last of my clothes. I stood in front of the mirror in my heels. I watched my reflection as I...ran my left hand over my breasts and nipples, while my right hand traveled across my belly to my mound. I spread my legs a little as my fingers passed over the lips of my pussy.A sound made me stop every movement I was making and I looked up to see her standing in the doorway watching me. It was my new housemate. She had moved in a few days ago. This time D wanted to fuck, so I put on a rubber. This would work to my advantage as well since fucking with a rubber felt great and kept my cock hard, it was nearly impossible for me to cum. My girlfriend's pussy was still sensitive, so she didn't want too much tonguing - I went slow and light on her lips, just tonguing her clit for a short period until she would tell me to stop. Then more light tonguing. D rode my cock for 10 minutes or more, but I wasn't close to cumming. She said she give. B-but, I j-just want to be w-w-with you now. I love what you've d-done to me in here, and I-I just wanted to have y-you do more st-stuff to me, with m-me. I didn't m-mean to hurt your feelings there. I'm s-s-sorry."She stopped her rambling for a few seconds and sniffled hard a couple of times before she remembered to say, "B-blow, please."I quickly dug into my pocket and pulled out the Kleenex and held it to her nose, while she blew into it fairly hard.When she stood straight up, I felt a. "Do you deny that you were there and that Ken Jacobs hit that young man? Let's see that in slow motion." Robin turned to the screen again and the portion of the video where Ken stepped in and leveled the running crook. He was seen to drop the duffle bag he was carrying and step to the side as he swung his arm at the runner.Ken stood up then, he had been largely ignored and had decided that enough was enough. "What do you expect me do Ms. Flowers? You there, the cameraman; would you have stood.