"I'll be in my room," she answered.After she left, the grilling started."How long have you known Amanda?" he asked. "After all, they just moved here i...n the past three months." I was Amanda's Math teacher before they moved here, and then I got a teaching job here a couple of months ago." Mr. Richardson, my next question is more of a personal nature. Are you and Amanda having a sexual relationship?" Before I answer that question, are you acting as my attorney?" If you wish," he said."And. I suspect that my betters would like this case to go away! I presented myself at the Kings Cross nick, [Australian for police station] to interview my client on a cool winters morning [August]. I was shown to an interview room trying to look severe and professional, dressed in my most formal pinstripe suit, hair in a French bun and with little make-up on. I was surprised to see my client, she was in a prison paper suit, yet still looked almost regal and her dark lustrous hair was done up like. .. Such a wet pussy!" Yes... Yes, my wet pussy! Fuck my wet pussy and talk dirty... Fuck my wet cunt! Fuck it... FUCK IT!" I screamed out as he began to pound me. "Squeeze my hips... Squeeze me hard!" My head was whipping about, my hair flying around my shoulders and back as he drove me into another climax."Oh, fuck... So wet and sexy!" he said in a low tone. I could feel he was getting close, his cock became even harder! I pulled away and switched to my back. "Fuck my tits!" I looked over at. ." He looked opposite, into the den. Another wall of glass, and again no curtains. “...and you might have been in the den...” He pinched Kara’s bare nipples. “...but with you flashing these, I doubt Paul heard a word I was saying.” Kara brushed her nose against his. “I don’t remember you complaining. What I do remember though, was how anxious you were to get your hands on ‘em, soon as Paul was gone.” “Uh, yeah, but -” The doorbell rang. Kara grabbed Dirk’s arm and looked at his watch. “My.