Whitman was expecting that report first thing the next day, but right now pictures of the bloody face of Mr. Martinez would do. His eyes still open. I... freaked the shit out of him. Enough to forget Mrs. Martinez’s ass, don’t bet your house on it. He put the picture down. “A criminal prosecutor being shot, that makes sense. But this guy, he specializes in getting sons of bitches out of jail. Who the fuck would want him dead? Fuck me, I need a smoke. Sophia!” He called out to his secretary. The. That hot muscular manly fucking man. Fuck. James and Kara were sitting together on the two seater love seat, and I was sprawled out across the larger 3 seat couch. At one point during the movie a character made a funny one liner, and I looked to James for approval and to see if he was laughing. He wasn't. Instead what I saw was the blanket sprawled across his lap slowly moving up and down, and Karas hand was nowhere to be seen. That was it. That was all I needed. To think of James getting his. .. no. But I'd dearly love for you to hold me and make love to me..." I think I can manage that."Dulcie woke draped half over Peter, with his arms wrapped round her. She felt so safe and content she stretched and wriggled like a cat when it wakes, but without breaking contact. Peter was clearly already awake, because his hands began to move, which made her wriggle some more with pleasure. Lifting her head, she glanced at the clock and jerked up in shock. Had Peter's arms not held her, she would. I'm a stupid horny fat fucking lazy ass pig wallowing in the mud eating fattening chocolate. I'm a pig. He is sitting by his little fire as it starts to get dark. He smokes a cigar. I am rubbing and begin jerking myself off again.He says I see you like rubbing yourself and wallowing, you fucking fat pig. Have you enjoyed yourself today?I start 'oinking' like that fucking fat pig that I am.As he's talking and I am still playing with myself, he burns my pants. I don't even notice that he is.