My head ending up close to his neck, inches away from his earlobe. I wanted to flick my tongue out at it, lick around the rim and let it dive inside. ... wanted to taste something of him. His hand firmed on the side of my breast, cupping it, steadying me. His touch sent shivers down my spine. My nipples ached. I felt a jolt of pleasure clutch at my sex. I swear, if I had clenched my thighs at that moment in time, I would have climaxed.I pushed my hand off his chest allowing me to move. First, she removed my t-shirt along with my vest. She started kissing my nipples. Afterwards, she was kissing randomly all over my torso. Next, she stood up and started unbuckling my belt. Then she undid my jeans button and started pulling out my jeans. I raised my hips to let her take out my jeans. Now I was in my brief only while she was clad in the red lingerie. She again began kissing me while her hand was playing with my phallus over my brief. Slowly she lowered herself till she reached my. .. well... I would love to have seen that! Perhaps, in time, I would!"On your knees Justine!" How Lucy loved saying that! Submissively, with melting eyes, Justine went down on all fours. Lucy picked up a bottle of lube, and knelt behind her."You know what we're going to do, don't you Justine?" Yes Mistress Lucy... you are going to fist-fuck my bum." I'm going to make your lovely arse gape for my fist!" She exulted, breasts heaving with excitement.She lubricated Justine's arse and her own hands. I was saving her, but I was told to be quiet, so I was.The court was led through the case against me by the prosecutor, a tall, arrogant man in the silly costume that barristers wear in British courts. He interviewed the pathologist who talked about the knife and blood patterns. He called a forensics expert who told the court my fingerprints were the only ones on the knife, but of course, they were because I did most of the cooking. And, anyway, I had never said I hadn’t stabbed her so what was.