" But your honor, I AM a sheik," replied bin Laden."You may claim it all you want, but this court finds your claim lacking," replied the Ovid Judge."D... you Osama bin Mohammad bin Laden wish each of the charges read to you?" asked the Wiz."Yes, I do, your honor. I want each and every charge read to me in its full form," bin Laden replied. Standing erect and defiant.I sighed. How am I going to celebrate the Shabbat, let alone pick up Lori at the airport?"Your honor," I said to the Chief Judge.. The old man that was standing beside the entrance held the door open for us and stared lewdly at the girl’s legs. “That poor knee of yours again, uh?” he asked. “No, the hardware works fine,” she answered as I brushed past him. As we entered the lift, I felt something strange. She suddenly got limp, and her arms dropped. Her body started to feel heavier than before. I looked anxiously at her face. Her right eye was glazed, gazing through me at some point far away from this world. I stiffened. " She's being punished, so she isn't allowed to wear clothes." So, you are into kinky stuff after all!" the woman asked and raised an eyebrow."Didn't you hear about those new rules? You know, that Alternate Discipline Plan of the government?" Hmm, no," the woman said. "But I'm not that interested in the government and their laws. You know that!" Yeah, I know. Well, to keep it short. They now punish high school kids by taking away their clothes. And she's being punished, so that's why she's. Nair took advantage of their vulnerability and finally succeeded in directing the situation to her advantage. Rahul too didn’t mind experimenting with what she had suggested.Soon, Mrs. Nair succeeded in comforting Borah too. She had got him on the bed and had pulled down his pants to relieve him. Though initially reluctant, yet his cock was already hard and throbbing when she started stroking it in her palm. And finally he gave up his resistance and laid back and started enjoying.Mrs. Nair too.