You get in that courtroom and the first thing that happens to you is you remember what it felt like to have a gun in your face. After that, you start ...hinking a little less and feeling a little more, and while that might be okay for a defense attorney, it's no good for you." But..." End of discussion," I said again. "I'm sorry." Again Sandra wanted to continue the argument but I put a stop to that. "I talked with Gary about yesterday. He'd heard about what happened, but not that you were do.... Part 2.“I knew you’d be back!” Gary said as he greeted me. “Of course, you did say the job was mine!” I laughed. “You still on for that party tomorrow night?” He asked. “You bet, looking forward to it,” I replied.“Good, but its fifteen now, still ok?”“I told you last night, I can handle twenty,” I said, wondering if I really could handle even ten. It was a fantasy. A fantasy I was anxious to experience.I walked to the bar. The young barmaid from yesterday was again serving, the one who had. Helga placed her still attractive nylon covered legs on the arms of the principal’s chair and he could see that the center of her panties just inside her girdle was stained with the circle of wetness that betrayed her need for sex. Candy looked up at the supervisor’s naked thighs spread open and watched with dismay as he leaned forward to do his duty and eat her hairy snatch like it was his mid-morning snack.Her face was slapping into the principal’s stiffness and his tender sacs in a rhythm. “Get on your knees.”Daphne blinked at the wardrobe mirror opposite, his intentions suddenly becoming apparent. She dropped down onto all fours and he moved behind her, pushing her legs apart. His fingers slicked between her legs for half a minute before he grasped her hips and pushed inside her.“Jesus – Daph – you’re so – fucking - tight.” It sounded like it hurt him to say it.He sucked in a long breath and pushed again, slowly easing more of his cock inside her. It felt huge. Insistent. Daphne.