" Did Mr Ramsden say why he had moved it?" He said he put it out of harm's way – out of the snowstorm." Thank you, Sergeant."The Sergeant was invite... to leave the witness box, and the Prosecutor called Trevor Gerard Johnson. There was no response. The Usher went to the witness' waiting room, and returned to say he was not on the premisses. The Chairwoman looked exasperated."Mr Smith? I thought you had agreed witnesses would be in attendance?" Mr Johnson did say he would attend Madam."At that. And, I'm pretty sure that I've got enough contacts on the inside, to make sure that your stay there, will even more uncomfortable than it need be."The young woman hadn't been quiet, but I'd ignored her denials. To start with, she had been trying to refute what I was saying, but the more I ranted on – and the other three guys nodded their heads in agreement -- the less sure of herself the woman appeared to grow.Then, very suddenly, her resolve vanished and she began crying."I knew it wouldn't. I think you better think of something else. She will be doing everything she can to get her hands on your dick.”“Oh ye of little faith. I have something for that too. Trust me.” She nodded. “Okay.” “Okay. Go ahead and pack your bag.” He kissed her again and then went downstairs. She sighed and resumed packing her bag. Once she was done, she went downstairs and found her mom and Steven in the living room. Her mom was drinking a glass of wine and Steven was on the other couch looking at his. I’m squirting my pleasure everywhere for you. I can feel it spurting out of my pussy, feel a torrent of cum on my hand and wrist, feel it splash against my thighs, feel the wetness of it soaking into my over knee socks and feel it dribble down my arm.I’ve messed the floor Master. I am sorry. Was that really me? Did I make that pool of cum on the floor? I need the toilet Master. Please may I go to the toilet? Please Master? I can’t go on; I need to use the bathroom. Please don’t Master..