I am sure that this Friday afternoon crowd had one thing in mind, grab coffee, finish up at the office and get home for the weekend. I was here becau...se I had nowhere else to go!“Well?” the icy cold voice of the server standing in front of me said. I looked down from the display board at the skinny blond girl behind the counter and felt a chill again, not from the cold draft scooting along the tile floor, but from the cold stare of the server.I blushed when I looked about and saw others. .. laying claim to them.Smack! The first one always makes me jump a little. You pause to let the sensation and its effects sink in. When you spanked me, my pussy ground against your leg I was straddling, adding to my pleasure.Smack! Smack! Smack! You alternate ass cheeks this time and increase your intensity. I gasp a little as the stinging starts. You tighten your grip on my waist but rub my ass to relieve some of the initial stinging. You want this spanking to last a while.Your cock grows. The textures were complex though like they were a single point in a huge continuum of emotions. It wasn't as simple as a big 'I am happy' sign. I had tried to explain this to D and Gwen, but neither really got it. Jane seemed to understand to a degree, mainly due to her telepathy allowing her similar senses, but even then it sounded different for her, maybe every empath or telepath perceived it differently. I guess in some way telepathy must be harder, I could sense when people were eyeing me. The court went through it’s procedure and the court asked the defense to start it’s case. The first witness he called was a lady by the name of Shirley Jenkins. She was sworn in and sat in the witness box.For the next ten minutes or so, Ms. Jenkins proceeded to tell the court what a good man the defendant was. After all, he was her son so who would expect any less. She told a tale of a young boy who got mixed up with the wrong crowd at a young age. But according to Ms. Jenkins he had turned his.