Tuesday and Wednesday were hectic. On Thursday, I received a call from the attorney handling the appeal of Joe Kipler’s forged will asking me to app...ar in civil court the following week. The case was moving quickly.That evening, Rory actually cooked dinner. It was a rare event and, even though it was simple roast chicken, she’d put effort into it, cooking roasted potatoes and spinach as the side dishes.The aroma that greeted me was mouth-watering. Rory was full of smiles. She ordered me to sit. Mental therapists charge shit loads of money per hour in this city. Two hours of my time was a bargain for Tim and I did something better than validate parking at the end of a session. In truth? Giving Tim an attentive audience and the time to get all this crap out of his system once a month probably did more for him than my letting him put two loads of cum into me.But cum, not psychology, is my business. I was determined to get a good tip and glancing at the clock I knew I had to act. While. “Hello boys” she said, they both lean toward her and somehow, at the same time (maybe they had planned it), they both whispered in her ear “, fancy getting spit roasted Susan?”. ‘whoosh’ her panties were getting damp! “DO I !” she relied. “It has to be in the two-way mirror room though” she demanded. Again, in stereo came the reply, “where else!”. ‘whoosh’ damper still, along with a rush of adrenaline causing her to tremble with anticipation. She put her hands between their legs and squeezed. One time during the rugby finals I fucked a guy in there during the second half. Then carried on as if nothing happened with his scent all over me and his cum between my legs.He had a cute grin and I was his the moment he looked at me. He spoke with a booming growling tome that made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. When I looked down at his groin I could see his dick straining against the fabric of his jeans. It was the perfect size and I’d been going through a dry spell so I just had.