Carol said, "I know some of the waitresses. I'm going to ask one of them if I could serve that table." Carol walked over to the bar and approached one...of the waitresses. I could see her talking and nodding at the table. The waitress handed Carol a tray and smiled. Carol looked over at me and winked. She unsnapped a few of the buttons on her shirt and the top button of her jeans, creating a clear view of her lower tummy. As I said earlier, she looked fuckable. I felt a pleasurable tightness in. I got right down on top of him and resumed rubbing my pussy on his hard dick. "Uhh baby," he groaned as he squeezed my tits. "Get that shirt off, babe." He pulled my sweater and shirt off and in the same motion pulled his face to my breasts and began a full sexual attack on them. Holy fuck, he licked and pinched and bit me until I couldn't take it any longer. I reached down and positioned him before pushing my full weight down hard on his dick. "Oh fuck," he exclaimed as his hands and head fell. Judge Castille stifled a look of surprise but he nodded. The reality of Desmond Huntley's life had settled on Alberto Castille and Judge Lisa Valasik. He was a bad man but he wasn't the monster that he had been painted to be. Even my wife had reluctantly agreed that Mr. Huntley's portrayal by her Task Force compatriots had been skewed. I knew it still bothered her that Huntley was going to get away. A part of her still believed everything that Paul Scarborough and his cadre of corrupt policemen. It scared her to think about how badly she wanted him; craved him. There was no denying the fact that having sex with Lunn was always mind-blowing, but was it healthy that he made her feel like this?She sighed and inhaled deeply for a few times before entering Lunn’s quarters. When she arrived in his office, she was surprised that he wasn’t behind his desk. He was always such an early bird and lying in was just not his thing. Her eyes fell on the container with the lollipop and was instantly.