. aaaaaaaa it hurtssssssthat landed on your clit you sorry assand you forgot to count this onehere we go we begin again from number 1aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...aaa nooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaa I’ can breath?.. aaaaaaaa it hurtssssssplease mmmmaster ppppleease let me bbbreathyour sorry traaaamp, I’mmmmm sorry I messssed upWham, on your butt Ahhhhhhhhh ahhhh oooooooo aaaaaaaaaaaathankkkkk you master that was number 1 on my buttooooooo it huuuurts I want to cummmmslammmm aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. You never talked about this to me at all. If I knew anything I would have to accuse myself and move it to a different county for trial. I say, I do believe you have departed ten minutes ago. Theoretically, a judge being able to witness to this would make the case a whole lot stronger. Marshall says, I know you are tempted to throw the book at them, but dont give them a loophole to get out of this scot free. Judge Thurgood chuckles, Its just too tempting, I would love to put these people in jail. I was about to tell him to fuck Greg for all he was worth when Greg took the words right out of my mouth, moaning "Ooooh, that feels so good, please, fuck my ass. I want to feel you cum." Jack snapped into action, pressing Greg's hips against the bed as he thrust hard. Something about feeling a man below him gave Jack permission to pound him more furiously than he had ever taken me, and the bed shook with the force of Jacks thrusts. Greg began biting his lip, and I could tell he was taking far. I became increasingly aware that we were in a parking lot where anyone could stroll by and see our passionate play. I breathlessly muttered that we had to stop. His disappointment turned to excitement a moment later when I started the car and sped away to a remote spot nearby. Once there, assured that we were alone at last, we lowered our pants allowing one another better access (it was too cold to get naked unfortunately). His cock was hard and throbbing and begging to be played with. .