"Help! Somebody? Anyone!" he yelled as panic set in."Silence!" roared a voice followed by a wooden mallet hitting a woodensurface."Theodore Emerson ...mith, you have been brought before this court to betried, judged and sentenced for racist and anti-gay slurs of the vilestnature. How do you plead?" Wha...what the fuck?" he screamed in true fear.A vicious slap to the side of the head left his ears ringing."How do you plead?" the deep voice demanded."What is this? Some kind of kangaroo court?". After telling them a tale of woe about being thrown out of my own home, Sheila managed to get him to concede that I could sleep on the sofa for the one night but I would have to leave next morning. She actually gave me about five pounds in loose change from her 'mad money' tin and directed me to the job centre but I already knew where that was.Interviews with staff and form filling took up most of that day but no sign of a job interview even for menial work and benefits would take weeks to come. As I slowly took his underwear off, his little cock popped into view. Fully erect, it was about three inches long, and stuck straight into the air. It was rock hard, and his groin was covered with light blond peach fuzz. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, and I gasped involuntarily when I saw it. Having tossed his underwear to the floor, I took my right hand and gently began stroking his cock, while my left hand started playing with his balls. He moaned a little louder, and I. I recall she went topless that afternoon. Claire was twenty, also involved in art and a student at nearby UCSB, she had met Elle at a lecture recently and they hit it off. and my small I mean small - 5’0” tops and 90 lbs. soaking wet. Super short dyed blonde hair, big brown eyes and a distinctive nose, which really made her interesting, in a cute way of course. We walk in together, Elle is getting things set up inside the adjoining art studio and she welcomes us. We’re offered a glass of wine.