The bailiff motioned for me to follow the judge into chambers. I felt a bit self-conscious since everyone we had passed on the way into the courthouse...gawked at me carrying my MP5/10 over my shoulder as I strode purposefully into the courthouse. I still had my Glock out as I walked in front of the judge guarding him and accompanying him into the courtroom.“On behalf of myself, my wife, and all the other federal judges the Marshals protect, I want to thank you. You undoubtedly saved at least. She slowly came over and turned off the shower. Then she helped me up and took me to bed. As I stood there stark nude with my mother only wearing a bathrobe, I again felt squirmy. I slowly felt her hands behind my neck as she craned it towards her mouth. She kissed me. This time long and a bafflingly passionate one. Her other hand searched my inner thighs and touched my coochie. I started only for a split second as she engulfed me into another kiss while her left hand found my clitoris (I. On one hip a holster held a short, single-thonged whip, which dangled half-way down her thigh. She looked superb!On all fours beside her was a mature, large, naked woman with close-cropped dark brown hair framing her attractive, round featured face. Her large breasts - 40-inchers, I remembered from aunty's little black book notes - hung pendulously. Around her neck was a collar attached to a leather leash which aunty held in her right hand."There she is, Neha," said Aunty Puja, in almost a. She lifted her chin defiantly and stared."I told James you might not approve," Patrick said with a sigh of resignation. "I understand your little girl isn't well, but James insisted that we ask anyway," he shrugged."You know about my Annie?" Mrs. McPherson snapped waspishly. Patrick nodded and let his gaze fall away. She studied James for a moment, her features pinched with uneasy stress."You must be the boy who took up for her last week," she said stepping closer and putting her fingers under.