And when I look at it objectively, as I haven’t been able to until now, I agree with them. That jackass Peterson told me I was responsible for putti...g the asshole back on the street, and I was so upset I bought into it. I still can’t completely absolve myself; I damn well have to get more critical about my judgments.But really I didn’t do it, Peterson did, the fuckhead. Nobody forced him to piss his case away. I didn’t do anything spectacular, like Cochrane did with O.J. or Darrow with Leopold. I did. He rubbed his fingers over my pussy, making me squirm. I felt the tip of his cock against my pussy. I pushed back,wanting him inside of me, "Fuck me now" I said, "please, fuck me!" I felt him push himself slowly inside me. There was no pain this time, just pleasure as his hard cock slipped all the way inside of me. I could feel his balls pressing against me. He pulled out just as slowly and teased me with a slow fuck for a while."Oh god yes" I said, "That feels so good." His hands were. “How do you want it mistress?” “Hard. Rough. Now.” Her hands slapped against my chest. She pulled my nipples and slapped my tits. “You like that?” I couldn’t do anything but moan in ecstasy. I wanted it hard, fast and rough. I wanted to play dirty. Her hips were grinding against mine in a quick rhythm and she kept slapping my tits. She pushed me back from the water’s edge so she had room. She slipped one of her legs under and over and began pumping her hips. Our cunts clashed together as. “I met Owen and ... well, he’s funding my whole college education – tuition, books, expenses, and a generous living stipend.”Barbara looked shocked, “He does this routinely?”“There’s no quid pro quo,” Dave told her. “He liked you, figured out with a few questions that you were a struggling grad student, and set about remedying the situation. He considers it something nice to do for someone.”“My grant is for a hundred thousand dollars – double what I asked for. That was a huge surprise.”Dave.