The bailiff banged his staff."All stand to attention! The Common Serjeant of London is in court!"When the Serjeant and the justices were seated, he no...ded to those present."Be seated. Will the parties make their pleas now!"Barstow cleared his throat and rose again."For the Crown, John Barstow, Esq. Milord, I bring charge against the woman known as Lady Crewes, formerly Mrs. Marsden-Smith, née Bywater. The charge is murder by poison."The Serjeant nodded to Sir Archibald who also rose."Milord,. She looked at him studiously as he was casually reading the Daily Mail. In her estimation he might be in his late forties and appeared to be a city type, maybe a banker. His black blazer and what appeared to be a university tie indicated that he was educated and in a senior position.While she was looking at him in an effort to build up the coruage to ask to read one of his newspapers she suddenly became aware that he was looking over the top of the paper at her too. This made her smile and. "You..." Kerrie said in a whisper, "...you're right." "Go on," Mark goaded. "You're right, sir, I...I am exclusive with that." She felt tears burning in her eyes but also a rush of excitement between her legs. She was angry, she'd never been so humiliated before, what the fuck was he doing and why was it working? "Be a little more direct, honey," Mark said, touching her bare shoulder. "I...I take it up the ass," she muttered. "Exclusively," Mark prompted. "I take it up the ass, exclusively,". I replied, really? Yes, really daredevil boy. She then stripped me bare, applied lube to her hands and slowly and carefully partly my ass while she slid her middle finger up to my prostate. As soon as she found it, my eyes widened, GOT IT! she exclaimed loudly! i said, how do you know? i can see it in your face and feel the way you are wiggling on my finger. It felt fucking amazing, i was wiggling, i was starting to thrust my hips to meet every bit of her finger and i was moaning loudly.She.