“Hi, you must be Mark.” He held out his hand, so I shook it. We introduced ourselves – Mark Sherman and Jay La Plante. I’m five ten, 165 pound...s, brown hair, so average-looking I may as well be invisible. Jay is a couple of inches shorter, 145 pounds, black hair, and another of us invisibles. He was a music major concentrating in theory and composition. I figured that, as a math major, we would have little in common. I turned out to be wrong for a lot of reasons. Jay’s father was a clinical. “I am fluent in Vietnamese and French,” I blurted out for the only reason to let him know I was not some kid but an intelligent young lady.Sean laughed and was about to reply but his cell phone chimed alerting him to a text message. He read the message and stood up and held out his hand.“The jury is back,” he told me. I took his hand and he helped me to my feet. Was a very gentlemanly thing to do and I was impressed.Sean was right, the client was found guilty. The judge set a sentencing. We make debbie dress up in a school uniform, tight blouse to show of her tits, short skirt and knee high socks, no knickers and all but her hair up into pig tails, I like to grab her pig tales and face fuck her making her take my cock as deep as she can sucking and licking down it over and over, laura then takes are little whore and pushes her face deep into her cunt making her push her tongue deep inside, while laura rides debbie face I go answer the door to let some of the guys in theres five. That was exciting. That was addicting. I shook my head, these thoughts were dangerous, as I already had a tough time controlling my already impulsive behavior. This cocky tough guy act mixed with the overwhelming sexual desire I felt, like when I saw Liz on all fours, was definitely dangerous.“Fuck me, where are you when I need you Dr. Freud" I said to myself, making myself chuckle and pushing these annoying self-critical thoughts out of my head.When I got home, I had a quick shower and a meal.