Do us both a favor and behave like an adult. You DO NOT wish to be brought before for violating any portion of this order. Do you understand?"I nodded...and said, "Yes sir." He was tall, gray haired and sat erect behind the bench. Mr. Bell had briefed me well. The judge was a WWII veteran and still carried himself as if he were wearing his dress uniform. I suspect he and Mr. Bell were old friends and that there were some stories about the two of them I would enjoy hearing."Mr. Bell," the judge. He laid me down on my bed and fondled me and licked my swollen clit. I begged him to fuck me after a short while of this. He said he couldn't but he would like to tie me down. I said anything my baby wanted I wanted him to have it. My full size bed had a head and footboard so he tied me with some crazy feeling velvet rope that he had brought from some sex shop. He spread me wide in spreadeagle fashion and placed two pillows under my ass. He proceeded to lick my wet pussy and my asshole. I. Six pints in, tie askew, sweaty, aging skin loose and jowly. Washed up on my table, spun into me by a social eddy, pushed loose from his office friends by a strange current in the busiest pub in London. He looked down at me, searching for comprehension in my eyes. ‘And then they get the wrong answers,’ he continued, his logical emphatic. There seemed to be nothing to say but he was determined, his palm spread on my table as he swayed, his thoughts crystalising. ‘Take you. You’re sitting here as. With his free hand he was cupping and massaging his balls. Both girls moved in for a closer look. As his excitement grew, the speed became faster until his fingers were flying. He leaned back and started groaning. Val asked if he was okay, but he didn’t hear her; the need for release had turned his powers of communication to a primitive state. Suddenly, Paul’s dick started pulsing, his hips started thrusting, and a series of long thick ropes of cum shot out a good three feet into the deep end.