We’d probably propose either a contract law professor or retired judge. We or the other party could nominate anyone, and so long as both parties agr...ee, that individual would conduct binding arbitration.”“Binding? As in it can’t be appealed?”“Can’t is a strong word, but the grounds for such an appeal are severely limited. As I’ve told you many times, strange things happen in courtrooms, and it’s not just juries. I know at least one judge in Chicago who would have given Littleton all of his. “So soon,” giggles Fiona. “No you may not cum Megan,” murmurs Caitlin. “We are entertaining guest, and we cannot let the show end so soon.” Megan whimpers as she feels her pussy being teased more, Becky’s expert tongue sliding apart her wet pussy – Megan’s hand grasp at her breasts, squeezing them to stop herself cumming so soon. Becky’s lips nibble around Megan’s erect, swollen clit and she sucks on it softly to tease the girl more; the pleasure around her dripping wet pussy rapidly. “Where?” I asked looking into my glass again.There was a pause as he realised what I had agreed to,“Where ever you feel most comfortable,” he replied.“My place then… Friday evening about 9 pm… I livejust…”“I know where you live,” he said.I looked at my watch, my lunch time was over and I gotup. We left together without saying much and partedwith few words. I am not sure who was more surprised bythe outcome of events, he or I. All. She was over 30 now, although not much over. Maybe she was getting to old for this.Her ruminations were cut short as she spied a gas station/restaurant silhouetted against the giant bloody red setting sun. The Kickstand. Her growling stomach reminded her that she hadn't eaten a meal since that morning. She pulled her bike, a Corley Ultra Glide Classic, into the dusty parking lot. A rusted out pickup truck and rusty garbage bin shared the lot with her, along with a dozen or so low slung forms of.