Cindy turned back around to face her. "Why the fuck are you limping? You weren't limping yesterday." I ... um..." Cindy stammered."Did the old man hit...you?" Betty asked, suddenly showing real concern. "Did that son of a bitch beat you?" No!" Cindy answered, stunned. "He's ... he's really sweet!" Oh, don't go defending the old perv! He's been leering at my tits for the last three fucking weeks. And he's always trying to touch me! Gives me the willies! I told the asshole that if he touched me one. . doing things that, ..."She turned around to face me with a look that told me that she was still Mom and in charge. "Really? I can't even peek?" Well," she relented, "maybe just a peek." She smiled and then slipped out of bed and padded softly to the bathroom. She was holding her breasts, to cover them, absurdly, but the sight of her gorgeous tushy and she bounced along was enough to energize my cock again. I forgot to close my eyes, so I watched full view and detailed in my mind her sexy. When he could not take anymore he suddenly said I have nice legs. This was going somewhere! Bending my head I looked down at my exposed crotch and smiled. I did not cover myself. I kept smiling. My smile would have meant that he could take liberties with me. If it was another girl unaware of what she was exposing she would feel shy and immediately cover herself. My smile and the continued exposure gave him courage. I smiled more saying other guys also said the same thing. Then he countered by. The door shut with an ominous clunk behind her. Two men immediately seized her and brought her before the Judge, a rotund bewigged man sat behind an enormous desk. The Judge did not read the form, but merely asked her if she had read the completed form, she managed a small nod of assent; He turned the form over and asked her to sign as to the veracity of the form: With a terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach she signed the form and then started to explain her mitigation, but the Judge.