She bent herself forward, resting her hands on her knees as she leaned in closer to the crack of the door, getting a much better view as she continued...to watch, completely enthralled by the sights and the sounds coming from the dining room.She then found herself lowering herself down onto the floor as she watched.The fabric of her silk gown now touched the carpet beneath her as her knees touched the carpet, and her thighs spread.Her hand began to move subconsciously down between her thighs. She. And I love cantaloupe. I tried to bury my tongue in her pussy as deep as I could grinding my chin against her clit. She responded to my probing and pressure with more of her own. Her hips started moving back and forth as if she was fucking my tongue or even my whole face. I would take short breaths between times she was totally wrapped around my face. She was so wet my face probably looked like a glazed doughnut. I feel her starting to cum and redouble my efforts. Concentrating now on. I write an email letter to the attorney, cc'ed to both Ganda and the second attorney. In it I tell Pudge that there is ample evidence of incompetent counsel on his part and that he is either to file the summary forthwith or withdraw from the case in favor of the second attorney. There is a bunch of back and forth after that letter, but the upshot is that Pudge files the summary within seven days of my demand. We pay Pudge off and never hear from him again.The court secretary tells Ganda she no. " "Thanks, Coach." I said, trying to look him in the eyes but my eyes again drifted down to the monster between his legs. "Oh, shit!" I thought to myself as I saw his hand sliding soap up and down his long, thick shaft. I looked back in his eyes, hoping he hadn't noticed. He smiled at me, but didn't say anything. I became nervous and quickly finished my shower before heading to the scales to weigh myself before getting dressed. I wanted to just run out of there, but I didn't want my.