At the second consultation she really became bitchy about small detail, but I swallowed my pride and kept a straight face, being the professional I am... supposed to be. Then we drove to East London for the trial. We went in my BMW X5, but the whole way she told me about her Pajero being better with this and that, I let her be, because I needed her sharp mind in court. We stayed in a quest house in Beacon Bay and had adjoining rooms. The first night I invited her for a drink after dinner and after. " Well, you have to see Ch..." Again, I had started my response without paying much attention to what he had said. When it sank in, I stopped in mid-sentence and looked at him."What?"He was good looking, I guessed in his late twenties, and everything about him said 'man', but in a very gentle way."You heard what I said," he replied. He spoke with a foreign accent which I couldn't quite place. I could tell from his face that he meant what he had said. Not like some boys who occasionally. Nice and salty. My cock bobbed and strained painfully at the leash, my stream, now hardly a stream at all, coming out in a dribbling loop.I grasped him properly, guiding the warm lemon-coloured liquid into the trough. He was still pissing like a horse by the time I’d finished. I squeezed his cock tight to stop his flow for a moment and got down on my knees and turned him towards me. I slipped it into my mouth and allowed him to start again. I drank from him, coughing and spluttering when it. Right on cue Molly's voice could be heard escaping the bedroom in a long moan. Nadia brightened."Oh! They are having sex again!" Yes," groaned Ruth."You must tell me what it all meant then," insisted Nadia.Ruth started to feel his chest tighten, but then he reminded himself that she wasn't making fun of him, and she didn't find talking about things sexual disturbing or embarrassing. He marveled that she was so well adjusted, and that gave him the courage to try to be the same way."Okay," he.