He holds her more tightly against him as his thrusts become harder and quicker. He reverentially kisses her chest, panting against her overheated skin... "Matthew, I love you," she moans incoherently, unable to keep her emotions to herself; scrunching her eyes closed and tilting her head right back against the pillow, trying to control the sensations of a powerful orgasm. Groaning loudly at her words, Matthew runs his lips and the tip of his tongue up the length of her throat and recaptures her. We sat at the bar as we listened to the band. Joan and I got up to dance a few times and there were a few guys looking at her. I think it was because we were among some of the older people in the bar and the way Joan was dressed. After her second visit to the toilets she came back to the bar with a piece of paper in her hand, which she immediately put in her clutch purse. I questioned her about it and she told me she would tell me later because she just wanted to enjoy our time out. I bent over her, stared directly into her beautiful, fear filled eyes and took out the sock. "Please sir don't hurt me!" I heard her beg. The sound of another person being at my mercy was strangly attractive, especially when it's a woman's, and this beautiful girl was absolutly no exception. "Please mister don't hurt me!" she said tears welling in her eyes. "I will do whatever you ask, but just please don't hurt me!" now fully sobbing said the girl. "What's your name?" The little girl. Sharon would sit with the Deputy Head of Mission on one side of the court. He, himself would sit on the other side and present the prosecution case first. Then the defence would make any submission they wished in rebuttal. The judge would then decide if witnesses were needed, and they would be called; neither the prosecution nor the defence had any say in this. The judge might also ask for clarification of anything he felt to be unclear. Finally the judge would give a ruling, and that would be.