My mental picture of the bra, panties, tights and tacky supermarket uniform were all crystal clear before Sarah picked them from her closet and the dr...wers of her dresser. I, we, sat and the hair dryer and brush was used on the damp, towel dried hair. I watched through her eyes in the mirror as she did this, and then thinly apply makeup. I was learning the traits of being a female, learning the routine that this girl followed. Each step, each movement etched into my brain. No matter how I tried. “I didn’t think anything like this would happen. I didn’t expect to fall in love ever again. I’m not trying to make excuses, but I’ve been in so much pain ... that may have had something to do with what happened.”“Brenda told us about your wife.” said Linda. “I’m sorry.”She sounded genuinely sorry.“I think that’s one of the reasons I let her come here in the first place. I knew something of what you two must have been feeling. I was having real trouble dealing with my own pain. I felt like I. A. This pow-wow was off-the-record and teetering very close to a violation of judicial conduct & ethics. On Bart’s advice and recommendation, Judge Albritton was calling it a ‘round table’ to avoid any comparison or resemblance to a pretrial conference.The officiant cleared his throat. “Thank you all for coming! I called you here so we could just hash out a few items without the buzzing and humming of third parties. I’d like to have y’all submit some dates of earliest convenience to begin. The blond was now firmly secured in an upside down “Y” shape, its legs stretched out painfully and its cunt fully exposed. There could be no more vulnerable position for a woman. One last thing. I removed the blond’s ball gag. Would I be met with a string of defiant abuse and threats as to what she (or her boyfriend) would do to me? No, she begged. She pleaded for me not to do whatever it was I was going to do. She said that she would do “anything” if I stopped and let her go. This one.