He could not remember anything after that. He could not remember going upstairs, letting himself into the apartment or getting undressed and going to...bed.He remembered the taxi ride. Chantelle, a little tipsy, had drawn herself under his arm and had snuggled into his side. He had liked Chantelle and was sorry she was leaving. He had dated her a few times but nothing came of it and he was surprised when she announced to everyone that she was leaving. Sometimes he had thoughts of her when he. She felt so degraded by them but in retrospect she was happy to receive their nastiness because she was so young and inexperienced that her disrespected flesh was better suited to their insolence than the finely dressed office ladies or even the motherly housewives with their drooping cheeks. In a way, she felt like she was helping them avoid the embarrassment of poor treatment in a public place by taking the unwanted attentions away from the more venerable women.Lately, she had been pestered. Lana’s legs were smooth and clean shaven just like her pussy. She lightly moaned when I started licking her. “Mmm, now work the lips more before you push your tongue inside.” I didn’t know it then but that was just the beginning of Lana directing me. “Now work my clit with your finger.“I did as I was told, eating her pussy just the way she wanted. Luckily for me, she was building to an orgasm and was unable to direct me further. Lana was producing a lot of juice that getting all over my face.. Now it would be her turn to give evidence.She was pulled to her feet as the three judges took their place, and the prosecutor moved in front of them.He started speaking, though Ingrid could still not understand what was being said.She waited, as the man continued to speak, and then watched in horror as the first judge, the one nearest to her, put his hands beneath the bench and pulled out a black hood, pulling it over his head.Ingrid didn’t need to know what was being said to understand the.