Patient. Always by the book.” Alicia was wrong. I was not “always by the book.” The way I looked at her during the trial, sitting behind her for...hours, contemplating every wave and curl in her flowing black hair, that was not by the book. The way I made sure my pants were unzipped, tucking my court shirt into them as I changed into my robes before court, making sure that happened just as she came in to my chambers with the files, that was not by the book. And the way I noticed her perfume, as. .we went to my car again n headed to nightclub but she said she wasn't in the mood to dance so we went to just abar to ve a drink while talking, we both only had a beer that night but it was good enough to make her open up n break the ice between us, one thing lead to another then i strated talking about how sexy she is n admire the amazing body she had on her with her pirky firm nice tits, she was laughing n blushing mostof the time then out of nowhere i found myself asking her to come over to. Then, I put my the product in my hair, put my little bit of make up on and tied my strappy heels on.I threw a backpack I had over to the side. I pulled a chair, right into the middle of the room. I sat in it and faced the door waiting on him to come home with a book I had in my hand. I timed it so that it was about 10 minutes before he got there. I saw his shadow through the frosted glass door. I had my ankles crossed sitting up straight. Still holding the book in my lap.He opened the door. He. "Yeah, honestly. I have to know if you think she is fuck material or not. That is what we initially were looking for, you know!" I said."We don't know a lot about what she likes in bed, but…" he said."Dammit, Roger, do you want to fuck her or not?" I asked him impatiently.He smiled at me, and then I knew he'd been toying with me. "The question is, my dear, do you want to watch me fuck that pretty young girl? Do you want to see my hard cock slipping in and out of her wet, hungry pussy while you.