Ivy's attorney is busy trying to calm her down.The judge turned his attention to me. "Now just what causes you to make that statement Mr. Smith," he s...id."Your Honor if I could play this recording on my cell phone, which might prove my statement?" I asked.Ivy's attorney stood up, "Your Honor I object, we haven't heard this recording, and we have no way to determine if this recording is actual and factual," he stated."Objections noted, but I would like to hear this recording, and then I will. From our point of view, I mean – luckily I didn't have to watch the rubbish the 'creatives' came up with...Sorry. I'll stay on topic. So. Yes, anyway, we had a good night, no problems, all the systems worked – better than I would have dared to hope – and, well, things went well. So we relaxed, a bit, had a slightly more informal debrief than we might have done otherwise.I'm sorry, when I said informal I didn't mean casual. We discussed what needed to be discussed – its all on a file somewhere,. The curtain men left with bags full of curtains, promising to return later that afternoon. Ernest had patched the wall and then disappeared out the front door without saying a word. The maids finished cleaning the house a little after two, and departed.The cook remained in the kitchen until nearly three, performing the magic of turning fresh food into hot meals. She had eaten a sandwich for lunch; while watching him prepare some very good looking, and very healthy, dishes. It was almost a shame. Now how can i use the pics to get at my mum over the next few days a plan came in to my head i will blackmail her to make her sell her pussy for me .So the next morning dad went off to work that just left me and mum now mum now mu had never realy loved dad or me she just loved the money he gave her to spend how she liked . Mum was in the kitchen when i gave her the pics of her and dave thats my dads partner fucking you could see it was mum fucking dave .What the hell are thease she cried i.