Goody two-shoes, and just give me..what..I.. need. Please Mitch.’ She stepped forward, took his face in her hands, and looked deep into his eyes. �...�Please, Mitch, I’m begging you. Please fuck me!’ Before he could utter another word, she unbuckled his belt, unzipped and tore open his pants, and dropped to her knees. She fished out his stiff cock and engulfed it in one swift, desperate movement. Mitch moaned loudly as the last of his resistance melted away in the heat of Jeanette’s mouth. She. Tell me, sir, if he were to try that with the football coach—let’s say he was watching the team run a complex play—and Mr Winters came up and tried to stick his face into the coach’s, what would have happened?”“Ha. He’d be flat on his rear,” Leeds said, smiling. “I see. Same thing, right?”“Yes, sir. We have so little time for practice; every moment is precious. I couldn’t stop the racers’ heat; they were doing a timed swim and that would have wrecked the morning’s practice schedule. As an. I was sure he had noticed it too. He then asked me to lay back and put my feet in the stirrups. When this black man started examining my cunt, I could not help but start breathing hard and shuddered with excitement when he touched me down there. He asked her if I was fine and I just gasped. Now I could not help the arousal that caused me being touched by a black man. Then he asked if I had fantasies about black men then and I admitted that every day I used to get fantasies about black men. I. . ?Suddenly two women stormed through a back door of the courtroom, both scowling. The slightly older one, a blonde and quite attractive, notwithstanding the loose-fitting business suit, wore her hair in a bun. Alice guessed she was Cassandra Perkins, the wife. The other woman, obviously Sheri Rollins, also beautiful with long flowing black hair but wore a knee -length business dress suite, was talking on a cell phone. The two took their seats."Are you ready to proceed, Counselor?" Ruth.