Miranda’s upper body was now clad only in her bra. Chase reached up and unhooked it; which immediately caused Miranda’s arms to go up to hold her ...bra cups to her breasts. Chase eased Miranda’s bra straps off her shoulders. He then reached around her waist, running his hands up underneath her breasts to get ahold of her bra. The young preacher’s wife wouldn’t turn loose.“Either I see them now, or everyone else will see them in the video,” Chase told her.A very reluctant Miranda dropped her arms. Now your hips move, reflex action, an unconscious encouragement to my hand, but I still hesitate. This is a moment not to be taken lightly. I move my hand to the side, over your hip and onto your thigh while my mouth takes over. I kiss the swell of flesh while my hand moves over your thigh, massaging gently, mouth and hand so near your centre of pleasure but refusing your growing desire. I continue to kiss and lick, but my hand is getting closer, I move to your inner thigh, up and down and. Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving (in the U.S., anyway), Mr. B. called Alex Merriweather, my trustee and not so incidentally, my lawyer. Alex called me and wanted to have lunch. It was important, he said.When I got to Alex's club and asked for him, I was directed to a private room. Mr. B. was there. He stood when I came in and crossed to meet me."I'm sorry to have used Mr. Merriweather as a ruse, but I didn't know if you'd meet with me," he said."Of course I'd have met with you. You're my. She waits nerveously knowing her previous d.u.i. and drug possesion will show up on her record. But she also was wondering when our small town hired a black cop. He returns."Mrs. Jones I'll need you to step out of the car." Why?" I need to give you a sobriety test." I'm not drunk!" I'll be the judge of that. Get out now!" She carefully gets out and follows him to the front of his car. He puts her through the paces walking a streight line toe to heel counting out loud. Balanceing on one foot.