I reached for a bed sheet, and, much to my shock, my step-daughter Amanda said, "You might as well leave it. I've already seen everything anyhow."What...could I do? I just laid there, leaning against the headboard. But I'll tell you, my dick shriveled up quicker than anything I'd ever seen. Jessica just stood there awkwardly, not even trying to cover her naked body up.Amanda looked at her, looked at me, and said, "Someone care to explain? I mean, I get the idea, just by seeing what was going on.. I'm so sorry about this, Lisa. I wish I could help you."A tear rolled down her cheek. She replied in desperation. "You absolutely can help me. Help me talk to him. I don't care about this attorney/client privilege bullshit. I care about keeping my husband. We both did a bad thing and I know mine was far worse than his was and I want to make up for it with all my heart. Please help me, Mr. Strickland. I don't know what else to do other than promise you I will agree to all terms immediately after. He could clearly see that her boob was hanging out of the dress. “Keep you hands in front of you and step out of the vehicle, ma'am," he again ordered. His partner had left my side of the car, without my license or registration and was making his way around the car with his flashlight adding to the illumination of my half naked wife. "But I need to cover,,," my wife quietly began to protest. "Ma'am, out of the car, NOW. Step up here to the front and put your hands on the hood of the car.. "What sort of things didyou have in mind?"He leaned in toward me, and I mirrored him. He rested his hand on mythigh, and slid it ever so slightly up my leg, which sent a shiver ofdelight through my body. "Do you want to get out of here? I'd love toshow you." I thought you'd never ask." My place? We can catch an Uber and be there in less than 10." Mmm, yes please."Alex settled up, and the Uber came just as we were leaving the bar. Thewhole ride to his place, he had his hand on my inner thigh and.