Her husband has a business in South Africa. We chat a bit while having red wine.After that, I asked her, “Should we start?”. She replied, “No, I...want to relax a bit. Give me a massage.” I nodded.She went inside the bathroom and came out just in a towel. My eyes were just fixed at her boobs. I could see her big cleavage. She lied down on the bed. I started applying oil on her back. I started giving massage on her back. She closed her eyes and started making hiss sound. Her bare back was looking. Michael, please notice me, that I'm too shy to give you any real hint. And that all this stuff means nothing, really. After you figure out that you are Michael, of course.But fortunately, my work is the sort I can do alone, and when I could pull my mind off my weird circumstances, it was a good day to concentrate. A few more such days, and I might finish a draft soon. But believe me, that was not by design.After work, it was supper alone. Again. I guess it's all out now that I'm a lonely woman,. Her trial lasted all of 30 minutes, and she was acquitted of all charges. I wasn't called to give evidence.I was fuming at the complete waste of my time as I made my way out of the court house, dimly aware of a hub-bub of people – mostly journo's and paparazzi rather than people – and saw the slight figure of Jenny Walsh being hurried down the court house steps to a waiting limo, surrounded by what could only be protective muscle.A large woman, easily six foot tall, with a width to match her. Tom told her to suck his cock and his balls, Carmel did what he demanded, as she rubbed her wet and horny pussy, slipping her fingers into her wet pussy her muffled moan sounded loud as her head moved back and forth, Carmel begged again as Tom demanded Carmel get on her feet, as he wanted to fuck her hard, bending over and spreading her legs, Tom slipped his cock deep and grabbed her hips, Carmel trembled with anticipation at what was going to happen, Tom’s thick cock had spread Carmel’s pussy.