I moved in behind her, but could not resist feeling her ass. I was going to take my time, and control this, so I moved my hands all over it, kneading ...the globes and caressing her hips. My hands followed them to her waist, getting a surge of adrenaline as I thought how it would feel to use her hips as a lever to drive myself deep into her pussy.My hands left her waist and they reached underneath to find her free breasts. I kneaded them slowly, feeling how heavy they were; how firm, and how tight. They both stopped after stepping over the bodies at the top of the landing, looking at the three dead men in the room, the smoking ruin of a TV, and the array of bullet holes."How..." Charlie started again.Again, I interrupted him to say, "Later. Let's move. NOW!"The both seemed to steel themselves, although Sandy looked a little pale as she stared at the man with the bullet hole in his forehead and his chest. We were just out the door and to the gate when it swung open. A kid who looked to be. ..this for my workout today," he stammered, trying to pull the hem of thesweatshirt down. "She had it sent over to my dorm room this morning." Thesweatshirt slipped off his shoulder, revealing a bright blue shoulderstrap.Jamie scratched his head, trying his best to be supportive of... whateverit was Sam was going through."Well, you certainly look... sporty?"Sam frowned, dropping his arms. "I know... I look insane, don't I?" What? No --" It's just... I've been having these weird dreams lately. It feels like 25 hours a day, 8 days a week. I exaggerate of course, but not as much as I'd like. In fact, I'm on call 24/7 and I know, everyone in the field knows, that a large part of my future at the firm will be based on how many billable hours I can generate. I like litigation for large clients because then it's easier to pad the time sheets with 'legal research' or 'drafting' hours.I've been able to make it a habit of fucking the clients' house counsel so that they don't question my hours.