They kept getting more crude with their remarks to each other, as though I wasn’t there.“Love to see her spread those legs and give us a quick pee... of her pussy. I hope she is a good fuck, as good as she looks.”I tried to ignore their obscenities but I couldn’t. “Mandy, are you sure you want me to train you to be a slave?”“Yes ma’am, I do very much.”“Would you do anything for your Master?”“Yes Ma’am, but Jimmy said I’ll have a safe word.”“Yes, you would for me too, but if you want, I love to be. I'm not worried, but it IS odd. But other than that, she just warned me that the girls as a group would probably be paying more attention to you tonight than me. You ARE the birthday boy, after all." You don't mind?" Hell, no." Jeff broke out in a big grin. "My birthday's in two months!"I smiled as well, and we zoned out to the game for another minute. Then I asked, "Naked or lingerie, you think?"Jeff frowned. "Lingerie. That way they get to tease us for a bit."I nodded. Just then, I heard a. They moved further into the merchandise section. A few venders further down they came to a booth that sold odd bondage devices. One of the items was a bondage frame. A red-headed slave was fastened to the frame for demonstration purposes. Her arms and lower legs had been strapped to the other side of the frame grid. At the moment, the slave's long hair was touching the floor because she was upside down. The salesman was explaining to a bystander that the frame would allow the slave to be. That's where you report if you get a summons for littering or maybe if you're a contractor who's tried to sneak a couple of bags of renovation debris into the regular municipal trash pickup. And it's where young judges start their career, and where old judges end up when they're thrown on the trash heap. A sad place, and one best avoided, no doubt. Well, one day it was my turn to find out what goes on behind the scenes of this odd corner of the judicial edifice.What's this? A ticket for putting.