"What?" Sammi demanded."Nothing. Let's go."Ten minutes later, the Empress entered the room, right on time."Have you made your decision? My men are hop...ng you refuse my request. They've seen Cindi here on the video feeds and are looking forward to spending some time with her." I'd rather fuck a donkey," I snarled, then smiled at her sweetly, "but I guess it doesn't matter, as I'll be fucking a jackass either way. I would appreciate it if we could do it somewhere else where ... Cindi ... doesn't. " Family?" asked Jyn.The woman checked her watch and nodded. "Next of kin from America. His mother and sister, I think. Should be here in a couple of hours."The idea of family raised an obvious question. "Does he have a wife?" Uh, not sure. Don't think so," she mused. "Least not as far as I know. Time for a coffee?"Jyn shook her head. "No, think I'll just get my things and head home. You go. I'll clean up here and I'll see you tomorrow."The other woman nodded. "Okay. Catch you later," she said. The tenderness of the caress of my legs, the torturous abuse of my tits and the smooth continued stroking of his cock in my pussy started to build the intensity towards another orgasm for me. Both of his hands were now working on my pussy and the surrounding area. As his long fingers explored in and around my opening, my body started to shake from another wave of pleasure. My hands repeated slapped the table as my back arched and my ass worked its way towards a wood burn as I came violently. I had been told that this was a hearing and not a trial. They hadn't told me what the hearing was about. Paxlyn Domain citizens don't know the nightmare of appearing naked on stage—and often, at school—because they grew up naked and on stage. When I think about it, I wonder if Council—the artificial intelligence or master computer running Paxlyn Domain—put me at ease, or if being nude for over a month in a spanking new body and constantly on display had inured me to being gawked at. Males here.