Most clients held things back—hid things—and guilt of the crime committed was only one of the things they usually tried to hide. They pretended to... be innocent, and it often handicapped him, because most people don't lie well and juries are suspicious to begin with.But this time he knew every intimate detail of his client's life. He knew what had led to her actions. She was an open book and her credibility was undoubted in a way that made her different from any client he'd had to date. Even the. She had been friends with the young hotshot writer from across the pond for years, but he had never done anything like this before. Of course, though, their relationship had never been ordinary. From sexual innuendos to conversations to full-on camera shows for each other, there had always been an element of the erotic in their friendship. It had been taken to another level when his books had finally taken off, and at last, he could travel to meet her. Ever since then, whenever he had cause to. Kenny put his arm around her and tugged her close. "You like sugar baby?" "No...I don't do that," Cassie said. Kenny picked up a thin razor and started to draw some of the cocaine towards the edge of the table. He lined it up real neat and put the coke in two lines. He bent down, held one nostril, and snorted a line. "Hector, get this bitch some vodka." When Kenny gave Zoe a nod she dove on the coke line, snorting it down fast before falling back on the coach, breathing heavy in a splendor.. Her mouth came open in a silent scream.As I continued to suckle and nibble at her chest my hand crept down and opened the button on her jeans. Unwilling to wait for them to come completely off I pushed my hand in and over her panties. They weren't just wet they were soaked. I played with her clit through the material. Feeling it swollen and jutting forward just begging to be caressed. She began to moan more loudly as I did so. Encouraging me to go further. Her fingers digging into the skin of.