Then suddenly something at the back of the courtroom caught his eye. He moved towards some people standing by the door. Turning around, I saw him talk...ng to a man and a woman. The woman was about my height, with my hair color. She looked like she wanted to be anywhere but where she was. The man had a death grip on her arm and was talking to Hawk quickly. I saw the man whisper something in the woman’s ear and she nodded, then Hawk, moved quickly back up the aisle. He whispered something quickly. He even stops to spank them multiple times, leaving big red handmarks on the outside of the breasts. He kneads them as good as he can an she seems to enjoy this. When Anon is finally done, her breasts are all red with hard twisted nipples and saliva and milk dripping off of her chest. The red handmarks are his artistic impression of a right, something like "Property of Anon!". Anon is extremely happy about his situation and he has all reason too – he just has his dream girl as a fuck slave. One. It’s like a jet engine in my skull.I push the button. The dish sends out sequence of electromagnetic pulses. A billion bionanites in the blonde’s body flare to life.The girl, she stumbles, falls to the ground, catches herself with her arms—it’s a perfect fall and catch. She isn’t injured. An injury wouldn’t have completely queered the deal, but I don’t want her hurt, and nobody else does, either. Well, most nobody else. Some of my market are into that, but I don’t cater to it. Hurting. Kara scooted her chair towards your bed, oddly getting closer to you. "You know you look kind of handsome for someone your age, I could just.."Before she could give him a kiss the door's burst opened as a tall man wearing what could only be described as a bat walked into the room.In response to this, Kara backed away and reverted back to where she was before; nervous that she might have gotten caught and confused on what she just did moments before. He didn't say anything to you, instantly.