.. ?” Müller prompted.“Ein bier, bitte!” Brad replied with a grin.“But that’s just ordering a single beer,” Müller protested. “You are...’t even specifying a brand.”“And in Germany, does it really matter? You have something like two-thirds of the world’s operating breweries, and almost all of their beers are good. Besides,” he added, “this way I might well get a beer I’ve never heard of that I would like better than one I might have ordered.”By this time they were at the curb. There was a. "Perhaps you can return when the trial is over," I offered.She shook her head."They are clear from the outset," she said. "If you're in, you're in. Once you leave, you're gone for good. I probably should have thought it out a little better. I mean, what am I going to do after the trial ends? I'm not really interested in a general practice. I couldn't draft a will or a deed if you put a gun to my head. The only part of the law that interests me is defending against the death penalty."I know you. We were both surprised to see each other and quickly found out that we are neighbours. We chat for about 10 minutes and he drove off. Now Brad is a very sophisticated man, maybe about 58-60. Since I now know that he is the one living in that posh house next to me I figured his family must by happy and so my boring life continues. Finally, the long awaited Easter weekend arrived of which I had no work from Friday to Tuesday. Yea baby 4 days home is golden. On Friday after I did my laundry I. I was no pumping my cock furiously, and I leaned in to lick her little pink butthole. "No touching or that will be $200 instead of $100," she reminded me. Just hearing her voice and seeing her face as she turned back to say that while my head was inches from her holes set me off. I began shooting cum everywhere, and this time even got a little on the back of her legs. She cleaned us up and got dressed. We'll just do the $100 this time, she said, since I hadn't really touched. It had now been.