“Are these some sort of joke? An example of ‘lawyer humor’, because I can’t believe that you would seriously expect me to sign off on these pi...ces of rubbish.”“What is the problem?” Roger replied, acting as if he didn’t understand Jason’s objection. He had expected that Jason wouldn’t actually read the documents with the small print, written in legalese, and would simply sign them. He had written them in his most lawyerly prose intended to obscure their true meaning.“I can’t even believe this. “Okay, smartass,” Béla continued after a moment. “Were you recording me when I was sold as a slave in Darkhla?”Instead of replying, the Praetor simply dumped the memories into Béla’s mind:She stood on the platform, gazing out at the crowd, disinterested in the going’s on that surrounded her. The silken cords binding her wrists indicated she was a pleasure slave, not a work slave, but Bibi didn’t care. She could work or she could fuck. Her master was dead, and nothing mattered anymore.Bibi knew. I was fairly sure that she was recording her observations of my behavior.Across the room another woman, the one I was married to for twenty two years, paced the floor as if she was upset.I looked at my watch again. The old woman noticed and made another note."Okay," she said. "Let's get started. Yours is a very unusual case. Mrs. Matthews, can you take a seat?"I spread my legs to take up more space. I turned at an angle to take up more space too. It didn't matter. She walked right over to the. Oh Master didn’t like that one bit. Master bends me over with my hands on the side of the tub and smacks my ass 10 hard ones with the water running over my ass. Then He says for making Him hard He will fuck my pussy but I’m not allowed to cum. As Master fucks my pussy hard and deep I groan in frustration for not being able to cum. After cumming, Master orders me to clean His cock area quickly so He can get dressed. I take the washcloth and clean it good and fast. Master smacks my ass one.