She handed her plane ticket stubs to a court assistant to enter into evidence.Jason's "little crack whore girlfriend", as Mr. Schmidt described her, t...estified next. She did a very good job toning down her accent as she described getting a call from her boyfriend Jason Schmidt during Spring Break. Jason had informed her that he had obtained information about a possible assassination plot against Vladim Dukov and coup attempt against the country's southern neighbor. She relayed how she contacted. I might’ve been a little mean to make him feel worse about it, but whatever.”Logan pulled me into him as we lay out on his couch. “You didn’t hit him, did you?” he asked into my ear. “No” I laughed and he hugged me tight.“So do you have homework you need to work on?”“No, just one class tomorrow at noon. Why?”“Well, I don’t have class tomorrow. Will you stay here tonight?”“Of course I will you sodding idiot.” I laughed and kissed him.‘Sodding idiot’ had become one of my pet names for Logan after. As she did this I remained still and allowed her to take the lead. Then her whole body was moving and squirming against mine. “Oh yeah, this is good,” she whispered to me, as if confirming a fact. “Got the idea from someone else?” I asked her. “Yeah, Kusum, but that’s another story for another time. Damn you feel good, oh fuck it’s so nice on my pussy,” she was really getting into it now. She ground harder and varied her pace. I could have done it all night; it was just so good for both of us.. I'm standing like a dummy, I realise, and move to stroke her. But as she feels me move towards her bra-strap, she smoothly rolls her hands around and takes my wrists. With another long kiss, she passes my left arm to her left hand, behind my back, and holds them there – again, gently. Her right hand is freezing and a shudder runs across my skin as it scratches slowly across my back. She pinches open my bra and I twist my left hand free, needing to feel the touch of her torso. She pulls back.