He was the one who should be on trial. It was all an accident, he would swear that, swear it on his mother's grave. He never meant it to go as far as ...t did.But it happened so quickly, and so easily. At the time he didn't even realize what was happening. How could they blame him? It could happen to any man.Her name was Faruza. She had been away from home for four months and she was lonely. It was only a week ago, the night after her eighteenth birthday. They were the only ones home; she. ’ And then they realize I am there. I put out my smoke carefully. I am scared of two fifteen-year-old girls. I am twenty-three and homeless and I don’t remember much of the last five weeks, but I remember to be afraid of teenage girls. Especially when you are the only person around and they are out for blood. Not everyone has a soul, says a memory of Cheyenne. In Shambala I was a great judge. I was fair and honest, and that is why they sent me back. This world is in need of justice. ‘Did you. That was that, I thought, and I jump into bed.I was just getting comfortable and dozing off when I felt the bottom of the duvet, by my feet, opening up. It could not have been a moment later a hand crawled up my leg from my toes making the hairs on my legs stand as the hand brushed up my leg. Without warning the slit in my boxers was unravelled and my cock was in her hand. It sprung to life with urgency and anticipation. My heartbeat hastened in response and I felt the wetness of her tongue. You’ll have to be punished for that.”I’m confused and she is still tapping my dick. I can now see the remains of my cum seeping out of my dick’s tip and onto my stomach. I open my mouth to speak as Julie gives a hard whack across my dick with the makeshift cane. I take a sharp intake of breathe and squirm in my bondage. “Not a word from you till I say or you’ll get six of the best, plus your punishment.” Julie’s cheeky smile once more lights up the room. I’m quiet as she starts to strip..