.. ? Don't ever tell me. Now, will you make this afternoon's list or should I?" You're doing well. Continue. However, Sunday afternoon at 4, my former... girl friend is playing violin in a string quartet and Christina asked me two weeks ago to show up. She was afraid no one would come during the break. I said I would." I'm struggling with this former girl friend thing, Charles. Okay. First, you're going to Subway and get our salads. Then, we eat. Then, we make love. I go back to my room and pick. My angry cock threatened to tear a hole in my pants. By the time the song ended, I’m pretty sure I was drooling. I made sure to give her plenty of applause and a whole-hearted wolf whistle. Tracy blushed, “I hope that wasn’t too bad. This is scarier than it looks. I had to down a couple glasses of eggnog before I could talk myself into this.” “Trust me, you’ve got nothing to be nervous about. I’ve never been so—I mean, you look…” I trailed off, my brain apparently robbed of sufficient oxygen to. I had a little involuntary pleasure thrill when he rubbed my swollen pussy lips but I was frightened, I didn't want to be aroused, I didn't want to be under his control, but I wanted to know what he meant."What do you mean?" I asked realising that my pussy was swelling and throbbing in response to his stimulus."Just you wait and see" he said "I'm sure your Momma will come to rescue you then we really will see some fun." I waited terrified and then a lot later I heard him go out, then come back. The look on her face is serious and gives no hint of fear or hesitation.For some reason he notices her hands. At present they are tightly gripping a Cross pen as if at any moment she will lunge across the table and jab it into his neck. They are petite, devoid of jewelry and have a french manicured look to them.After what must have seemed like hours to all of the other participants in the room, Sean begins to speak. First he alerts the court reporter that what he is about to say is to be "off.