Then I heard him. Well, I heard his laugh. A deep chuckle, but slightly muffled. When the bald little man in front of me stepped to the side and waved...me past, I could see him sitting behind a dark wood table, his face in his hands. His laugh had quieted, but his shoulders were still shaking. Looking around the room, I was sure that my jeans and layered t-shirts were way too under-dressed for this. While his left hand fell into his lap, his right hand moved back through his hair, messing it up. ?”The girl turned her face to her mother. It was a grimacing mask. Her breath was rough and she was grunting.“Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes! I’m fucking cumming you bitch. I’m fucking….Yes! Yes! Yessssssss! Fuuuuuuuuck!”And Diane felt the spray on her hand. One, two, three squirts. Her daughter was a squirter like she was. Debbie pushed her mother’s hand away and lay panting on the bed, her eyes closed. Diane turned off the vibrator and looked at it. It was. I reckon my face just turned the same color as yours. The next ain’t any easier. I’m gonna tell you ‘bout one of our first times playin’ that way. The very first time was all ‘bout learnin’ how to do it and making sure we were really willin’. We were past that, but it was still new. Everything had to line up just right for us to try.I hope you can see past your embarrassment and understand. I hope you can begin to understand how hard it is when someone mocks and shames you ‘bout something this. ”“Why certainly your honor,” he replied, with a wink.Okay I figured I’ll get a chance to think while my counselor stepped out, right? Wrong.“Please continue Mr. Mann.” Insisted the Judge.Hey now, no lawyer and you think I'm going to speak. Hell no.“Your honor I know my rights and I want my lawyer here when I speak,” I replied.Looking sternly over her gold wire Ben Franklin specs the judge addressed me coldly. “Oh really, you know your rights sir, step into that back room and wait until your.