Any good prosecutor knows it is useless to legislate morals; we just lie when asked because our butts would be on the sidewalk if we told the truth.So...why did I make that career choice? I wanted to be a federal judge and prosecutor is a good path. Politics is the other path and I have put in my time on that one as well. Working in Sacramento, the state capital, put me in contact with politicians. At the time, the Democrats were running things in the state and I campaigned for them. But, and it. “I suppose there’s some comfort in the fact that you’re old enough to understand what has happened ... I mean you’re not some teenage girl who got in trouble and ruined her life.”“Well ... that’s true,” said Mindy. “I didn’t intend for any of this to happen, but I really don’t feel like this has ruined my life. Not now that you know and haven’t screamed at me for being a whore.”Jane’s mind recoiled from the word, “whore” while at the same time playing with the various possible meanings of what. I sound the horn and Katya looks up and waves to me as well as giving me a glimpse of her beautiful smile. I get out of the car and go to greet her. As I get closer I realize that although she is my beautiful lover she does look a bit of a mess. She has dirt on her face and arms, straw in her hair and I don`t want to think about what is sticking to her boots. I come up behind her and put my arms around her slim petite body, and hold her tight to me. I don`t say anything, I sweep her long black. "George has made a real mess up the front of his uniform!" she said. "Eleanor and Teresa are still trembling, what have you done to them?" she added."I have shown, Teresa that she is not top bitch around here and in order for that lesson to stick, she has to be left as she is till morning!" I stated. I took her arm and led her back to the living room. "You obviously must be Submissive yourself, or at least an exhibitionist, the way you brought our coffees in the other day" I ventured."Yes well.