All Chapters of Voluptuous Fetish: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"And what would be your fetish, lawyer?", but what the fuck question was that? And how the fuck could I get away from the answer so easily? If the subject had not deviated to a totally different aspect, I would have ended up confessing that my fetishes included extreme domination, euphoria, and naughtiness. Because I was too sincere and gossip beyond the account. And all my professionalism would be thrown down the drain if I had had more time on that subject.”But, thank God, Pablo started coughing and my attention was directed to his terrible state of health. Since the day before on our first date, I noticed that he really looked bad. The next day, he looked a little better, but the fact that he was constantly sick worried me. I knew the inmates died a lot in prison. I couldn't wait for it to happen to sue the place for mistreatment and negligence. Many inmates deserved that, but defending my client would become difficult if death was hovering over their shoulders.So I did the best

Damn it was Joana Jones, but she really kept her word to take me to the doctor. I couldn't go in the same car as her. I went inside an armored car and heavily closed by the police, but still with two big and armed men in the back seats with me, and my hands handcuffed, I have never felt so free.I couldn't see the outside very well, and I even avoided stretching my neck, so that the police wouldn't notice and make any jokes. That day, none of them were in a good mood, not even me.It was dawn. I hadn't even slept. Joana got that authorization from the judge in a matter of hours, and there we were exploring the city in search of a confidential hospital that did not refuse to attend to a prisoner.The cops ripped me out of the car without being too careful, so I ended up hitting my head when I forgot to keep it down until I left, too moved by the cold winds of that morning to be able to notice anything else.There were no cars in the parking lot where we stopped, so that could only say

The next day, I didn’t pay any visits to Pablo.That appointment had taken at least four hours from my early hours, so I had to postpone some appointments and sleep in the morning until early afternoon. My luck is that my sisters were too busy to stay at home, because the uproar they provoked when they were together was the real apocalypse.Twice I was woken up while trying to rest the lost hours, but the screams of the twins and my older sister screaming back always left me in a state of alert.Finally, when they finally disappeared to fulfill their routine tasks, I was able to rest. But the sleep didn't last long. I had trouble sleeping that not even the strongest tranquilizer could handle. For some time I kept consulting a psychiatrist and using the natural remedies he prescribed me, but they didn't do much good.When I slept, my dreams were the worst possible. I remembered that damn day twelve years ago, when I went down the stairs following in Jessy's footsteps and we found our f

I waited for Joana’s visit in the morning, but she didn’t come.On the one hand, I was happy about it. It meant that she would at least have that part of the day free to sleep, if she didn't have something important to do in her office. On the other hand, I got depressed. I was getting addicted in the presence of that woman. I barely knew her, and I had the feeling that we had been trying to free myself for years, and that it was only a matter of time before she could.During those first hours of dawn, I had a headache and a huge amount of tiredness, but I still did the whole inhalation process with the grumpy nurse in the prison and took my medicines for vitamin control. I didn't feel much difference in my body, but at least my lungs seemed cleaner. Breathing like a normal person has never looked so good. Joana was already making all the difference in my life."What about that stupid little smile? "Questioned Afonso, poking me with a spoon. I laughed. "Damn, PS, after two years of me

I was so angry about what happened in prison that I ended up passing by the house after my lunch break just to take a shower, and immediately went to Dennis' house.It wasn't as if a judge didn't have more to do with his life besides receiving his ex-girlfriend for an uncommitment sex session, but that was his day off, so I didn't waste time with warning messages.I arrived at his house and he answered the door calmly, wearing ordinary clothes and with slightly disheveled hair. We ended up having lunch together, because I interrupted him in the middle of the meal, and I could even think Dennis was an incomparable man, but his taste for food was questionable. I hated the fried zucchini, but I ended up eating everything, because I wanted to be with him anyway.Dennis didn't want to ask me why he was there. In general, I think he always understood that my unexpected arrivals only occurred when I was at a point of stress that not all the pretense in the world made me less sour. He so litt