Taking notes seemed to help her by giving her an excuse to look down and not suffer the pain of the interviewee or reveal her pain to the woman.The in...terviews having ended, the three of us entered a small conference room and discussed what we'd learned. We created a triage of sorts. We combined the files I studied with the subjects just interviewed and decided plans of attack. Not being a prosecutor anymore but knowing several, I wondered who might be receptive to our involvement in building. “Be the way, I think you are wearing too much clothing. Would you mind taking it off?”“Not at all” She had responded and stated loosening the straps of her dress. As it fell to the floor, it revealed a nice hourglass shaped figure, of a nice set of tits, properly a D-cup or more, a slim waist and full hips, with an ass to match. Peter had told them to strip the underwear of each other, as he sat on the couch and watched. When there down to their birthday suits, they had gotten to their knees. She even had to admit, since her ongoing experiment with being honest with herself had not ended, that she was sometimes a little jealous of them. She had wondered what it would be like to dance up there, at least just for her friends. She would never just do it, of course, but she had, sometimes, hoped someone would... tell her to do it, make her do it.Ariel’s pulse started to race. A secret fantasy of pole-dancing in Miss Alt’s club, with just her friends around - or, maybe a couple of. Slowly slowly he reached my mound. He removed my wet panty and started licking my swollen cunt. He was good at it. Probably an expert . His tongue was wonderful at reaching my most intimate areas of pussy, which had remained inaccessible to the outside world. And I soon reached another orgasm with heavy shaking of my body. But the guy was not done. He slowly put his hard cock into my pussy, and it entered like a knife slicing butter. In a second he was entirely inside me.The Muslim guy was.