Her vagina lips were now opened to show her moist pink interior and her puckered anus seemingly winked out at us. When she had received all dozen stro...es, Ahmed placed the cane in his left hand and gently assisted the slave girl to stand again in front of the chair. After letting her regain her composure for a moment, he then led her down to the front of the stage to present herself to the wildly cheering audience. Her black panties had dropped down to her ankles, and so hobbled her movement. A pair of tight white denim jeans,which seemed to be almost superimposed on my now thin, sculptured legswent down to my shins. A belt with a cartoonishly thick black buckleand wide, sparkly, silver loop kept the outfit classy and contained.Past my naked ankles, toes of a visually assaulting blue glimmered uponpetite feet. I wiggled the toes and bold, blue veins appeared on thesefeet imprisoned within 4-inch tan sandals with pure golden straps. Withmy sight still blurry, I reached up to my head. " You didn't have to kill them." Isabeau said faintly."No, I didn't." I agreed. "I suppose I could have let them go; let them collect their money and escape to some other country. But what about the damage they caused, the lives they destroyed or ruined? Every single one was, at the very least, indirectly responsible for the deaths of some of our people. Each and every one was a traitor." I didn't mean let them go. But you could have brought them to trial. Let the law decide what to do with. "The parole office had no inkling that a judge would allow Mr. Lemons to post bail," she confessed. "We also doubted that he would have the resources to make bail if offered. We were under the impression that Mr. Lemon could be picked up at the county jail at any time. We have a procedure that we have to follow. The paperwork didn't arrive at our office until after Mr. Lemons was gone. We have checked out his last address and it is vacant. We have issued a warrant for his arrest and an APB.".