. I don't know. Something just sort of _made_ me drive hereinstead. Then, when I walked in, I knew I just _had_ to sit down here.I was hoping you coul... tell me why." I'm afraid not. I had to, like, come here, too, and sit at this table.I just _had_ to. I don't know why." She offered her hand. "I'm MandiBauer, by the way." Patty Weber," the other woman said again, shaking Mandi's hand. "Gladto meet you, I guess."Two other women came to the table. "I see everyone's here," the firstwoman, a. By his side, a single young barrister, suited but nowhere near as sharply as any of the wife’s numerous briefs.“All rise for the Honourable Judge Lord Smith QC!” starchily announced the clerk of the court.All rose as the judge, a bewigged mature woman of average height, spare build, dressed in a flowing black gown, entered and sat facing the court. She wore a stern pinched look, her eyebrows arching as she scanned the room, noting the packed audience with a scathing as she made clear that she. We showered with our costumes on to get the chlorine smell off, then got our towels and clothes out of the locker and went in the same cubicle as before. (I recognised the graffiti!) After drying our hair and arms we both slipped our wet costumes off and wrung them out a bit. We were facing each other while we towelled ourselves and were quite openly watching each other as we dried our breasts and between our legs. She put one foot up on the seat to dry her leg and I caught a glimpse of her. " I'm engaged to someone, I can't!" came her plaintive cry."I don't care about that. You may be his woman but you're my bitch. And I want to fuck my bitch now." With that, she began to struggle again. I tweaked her arm and she cried out slightly in pain, then ceased moving. Her head hung low, she quietly nodded and said, "I can't stop you from taking what you want."With that as my permission I flipped her around and pressed her face down on the car's trunk, with her ass projecting out from the.