Time was kind of getting away from me by then anyway, and I had already started feeling a little hungry too.I remember mentioning to someone that I co...ld stand to eat a little something, and one of the woman started bringing us all bowls of some kind of soup with honey butter slathered cornbread. I ate three helping's, and then pigged out even more on these dynamite brownies another woman had brought over for our dessert.There was a lot of laughing going on, and I'm pretty sure I saw people. A Spanish looking lady with cute boobs wrapped in an orange see through boob tube style bikini top with a pair of flower pattern hotpants type bottoms on. She only around 5ft but what a sexy figure. She certainly looks after herself.The other lady from china possibly?. Great figure again and a peach of an assWell between hopping from the steam room to the sauna I was in the steam alone with the Spanish lady.I had already cut the net out my shorts as it was restricting my cock from hanging out. Harland sighed and relaxed. “How long have I got?”Emma shrugged her shoulders. “That depends on you and how much help you receive. Most doctors would say six months, but anything could happen in that time. You could even go into remission.”He shook his head. “The chances of that are way against this old man.”Emma frowned. “You don’t look all that old to me.”He looked up into her eyes and smiled. “Thank you, but we both know I’m old enough to be your father.”“Be that as it may,” she said, “But. This must be the court room.She looked about her but there didn't seem to be any people in the room. This seemed odd, since she had expected the court to be run by people who could, perhaps, be persuaded or bribed to help her; it felt a little frightening.Suddenly a mechanical voice said, "State versus Martha Templeton. The charge is running a brothel known as the House of Joy, and forcing girls to work there unwillingly. How do you plead, Guilty or Not Guilty?" Yes, I ran the brothel; no the.